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. 

Brad awoke next morning to find he was in bed with Simon, who was still soundly asleep. He left Simon lying there and went into the shower to wash away the travails of the previous evening.  Under the noise of the running water and soaping himself up as he was doing, he did not hear Simon join him in the shower, until he felt his hips gripped firmly by Simon’s hands and Simon’s nine-inch boner already stretching his anal sphincter by way of a good-morning greeting.  Surprised, but not shocked, Brad did nothing to resist Simon’s impromptu gesture and allowed his partner to thrust himself completely inside of his target and then to fuck it violently under the running water. At that moment, there was nothing all mutual about what Simon was doing to Brad. Any rationale and principles of the necessity of mutuality when copulating Simon might have had, were subsumed into what was obviously his imperative need to fuck Brad, brought on to satisfy the base instincts of his lust.

Brad endured a few minutes of Simon’s rock-hard cock battering away at his arse without any thought by the batterer as to his partner’s feelings.  And when the climax came, it was entirely one-sided, as Simon suddenly withdrew himself totally from Brad’s arse and ejaculated a huge quantity of his spunk all over Brad’s back. Brad realised that this was as near to being raped by Simon as he would ever get. “Have I enjoyed the experience?” he asked himself; to which the answer was a resounding yes. What Simon had just done to him was a side of gay sex which Brad had never before experienced; it was an expression of sheer lust at its uncontrollable worst – or best, depending from whose side you are viewing the act – and had nothing at all to do with satisfying the partner who was being brutalised; it was solely to satisfy the needs of the active partner’s cock. It was the sort of act that could be considered as a violent, sexual assault. But for Brad it had been an exhilarating, if somewhat unexpected, experience and he had thoroughly enjoyed having his hole reamed out for the first time with such violence.

“Forgive me, Brad! I simply could not control myself. I knew as soon as I saw your beautiful bubble-butt in the shower, it was just crying out for a companion and I simply could not stop myself; my cock was dictating my actions and I went ahead and obeyed its command. Will you ever be able to forgive me?”

Brad looked at Simon standing there with his cock, still fully at attention, dripping the last few drops of what had been a generous emission. He looked down at his own cock, which was also hard and, dripping with precum and obviously raring to go. So, without saying a word to Simon he swung his partner round under the still running water and thrust himself violently into Simon’s anus. Brad then treated Simon to a dose of his own medicine as he battered his arse with his own rock-hard piece of man-meat until he finally reached orgasm himself. It was a glorious moment for both of them, as uninhibited, violently rough sex, taken for what it is, does have its compensations. As had been the case with Simon, this was an act of pure lust; it satisfied Brad’s immediate sexual needs, whilst at the same time gave Simon the impression of having been raped; albeit in a friendly manner, if that is not a contradiction in itself. 

The two of them clung together, semi-exhausted, as that type of sex can be hard work. Brad’s cock was still buried in its coital position – he had shot his load on his last down stroke inside of his partner – deep inside of Simon, until, a few seconds later, their reverie was suddenly rudely interrupted and they were brought back to earth with a thud. The hot water of the shower suddenly ran out and turned what seemed, by comparison, to be ice-cold. No sexual act could have been brought to a more sudden and unwelcome end, as both young studs leapt out of the shower and started to towel themselves off. But both of them were still not satisfied sexually with the morning’s pre-breakfast activities. They fell together onto Simon’s bed, where Simon then proceeded to give Brad a truly loving dose of his cock, which eventually brought both of them to massive orgasms at the same time.

It was probably the linking of these two events, the first violent and totally self-centred; the second loving, which probably made the two of them realise that fate had predetermined them to be together. Brad and Simon saw each other on a daily basis for the next week. I do not think I need to spell put to readers what is meant by the word saw in this context.  It’s no surprise that only a week after their first meeting, Brad relinquished his room in college and moved in with Simon.

Continued in Chapter 10