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 at regular intervals. I

Brad was astounded at the frankness of what he had just heard. But he saw that Simon’s thoughts on gay sex were a reflection of reality. It was just that few men, if indeed anyone at all, ever summarised the situation in such an earthy and uncompromising way as he had just done.  Brad suggested that Simon bend back across the chair and spread his legs. Now for the first time he took a good look at Simon’s tight anal pucker, the prime port of entry, to which, unbeknown to him at that moment, his cock was in future to become a regular visitor. He looked down at his dripping erection, which, with that mind of its own, seemed more eager than ever to play its part in the proceedings. He decided that given his advanced state of sexual arousal and the liberal amount of precum he was leaking, there was no need for any lubricant to aid penetration. He pushed the tip of his cock against Simon’s anus and then with one long, powerful, smooth thrust, overcame the natural resistance of Simon’s sphincter to invasion by a foreign body and gave his partner his full, rock-hard length.

As he felt Brad enter him, Simon let out a long sigh of pleasure. Brad waited a few moments before beginning actively to fuck his new partner for the first time and as he began the long, initially slow but powerful, reciprocating strokes which were his signature style, he knew instinctively that he would not manage to control himself and bring Simon to his climax before he shot his own load. The fact of the matter was that Brad had been so sexually aroused by the beating he had just given his partner, he was almost on the point of reaching orgasm himself before he even shafted Simon. And that is, of course, exactly what happened, as Brad could not control himself; after only three thrusts of his cock, he could no longer hold himself back; and as he thrust his rod back into Simon for the fourth time, he simply shot his load deep inside of his new partner.

For Brad, this was a devastating failure; he had not managed to control himself for a sufficient length of time to bring his partner to his climax and in so doing, he had, in his own eyes completely let his partner down. It was with a feeling of utter failure wracking his mind and a look of extreme mea culpa – it’s all my fault – written across his face, that Brad withdrew his penis  from Simon’s body and started to apologise for his failure to consummate his first attempt as prime mover with the very man, with whom, based on his one experience with him, he had hoped to establish a long-term, active, sexual relationship   Brad felt like an inadequate wimp as he began to try to excuse himself for what he saw as his abject failure:  “Simon, I am so very sorry…” only to be cut short by his new partner.

“No need to make excuses, Brad; I got exactly what I deserved. Look, you were inveigled into tonight’s meeting by our friend Jeremy, who like the rest of us, apart from you, is a habitué of consensual beating prior to sex. So apart from you, we all knew absolutely what we were doing; whereas Jeremy, in persuading you to come along and put your hitherto, unbeaten arse on the line, convinced you to take a leap into the unknown.  Now, after I had beaten you, you made it quite clear that a sore backside was not your idea of pleasure. Nevertheless, you allowed me to continue and we consummated our first act of union: to be specific, my cock up your arse; and I think, that in spite of the pain you were experiencing, you enjoyed our first act of sex together. And although you had personal misgivings about the benefits of flagellation prior to copulation, you did agree to go ahead and pre-condition my arse with the cane for me prior to fucking me; and a very good job you made of both.”

“Now I strongly suspect that wielding the cane for the first time, revealed to you a side of your character which I believe you had no idea existed until now. You found, as so many of us do, that when push came to shove, in spite of your initial reluctance, you truly enjoyed beating my arse and making me suffer; even though the arse you were beating belonged to someone who had offered himself willingly to the rigours of the cane. Just try to imagine what it might be like if you were punishing some really deserving sod for his misdeeds. I suspect that you then might find that dispensing justice was a very satisfying pastime; I know I personally would, if I were lucky enough to be given the chance.”

“So, just in observing you after you had finished beating me, I saw, judging from the state of your cock, which was dripping precum in anticipation of what it wanted to do next, that you had had a very arousing, erotic experience beating my arse, the likes of which you had probably never before encountered. Moreover, I think that beating my bare arse for the first time ever was such an erotically emotional experience for you that it so turned you on sexually that you were practically on the point of orgasm before you even shafted me. I was, therefore, not at all surprised that after penetration you only managed to give me a few strokes of your cock before you climaxed into an orgasm, which you simply could not control.”

“Look upon what you did to me with the cane just now as equivalent to the foreplay in which a straight guy indulges with his girlfriend to get her vaginal juices flowing before he actually penetrates her.  Not only does he arouse his prospective partner, but he also arouses himself at the same time, so much so that when he actually starts to fuck her for the first time, he finds he cannot control himself and has a premature ejaculation. I assure you, that is something which often happens. Now that is exactly equivalent to what has just happened to you; so don’t worry about it; it will all be fine the next time. And if it makes you feel any better, the few strokes of your cock you did manage to give me, before exploding and shooting your load, were absolutely terrific. Brad, you really do know how to handle your marvellous fuck-stick; you are better than the very best I have ever experienced; and believe me, Brad, I have had a lot of experience.” 

“But let me just add that I think you have just added another string to your bow, which may serve you well in the future; the effect that using the cane on me, had also a quite remarkable effect on you. You saw how sexually aroused you had become by the act of beating my arse, which in spite of your earlier reticence I think we both now know that you enjoyed. Well I think that this one experience has given you a glimpse of that hidden sadistic streak in your character, which many of us, me included, have, but of which we are unaware, until we have a chance to exercise power and inflict pain on someone. That is exactly what you did to me just now; you exercised your power over me; and moreover, you enjoyed it!  But enough of my philosophical preaching; there is no point in crying over spilt milk any longer. Get yourself flat on your back on my bed, and I will now attempt to show you what ideal sex partners you and I make together.”

Brad was mightily relieved that due to his own lack of control he had not blown his embryonic relationship with Simon before it had had chance to develop. He saw that Simon was a very perceptive, philosophical sort of man and that everything he had just said was quite true.  In spite of his initial doubts, he knew in himself that he had really enjoyed beating Simon’s arse and he did not need Simon to tell him that the act of inflicting pain, albeit for the first time ever, and on a willing collaborator at that, had turned him on sexually. Not surprisingly, he was already asking himself what it would be like, as Simon had suggested, to beat someone who deserved to be punished. And he also took to heart Simon’s comment about his newly discovered attribute possibly influencing his future. (Which, jumping the gun somewhat, as we shall see later, proved to be the case.)

As far as the erotic aspects of the act of beating were concerned, Brad’s cock, that totally uncontrollable index of sexual readiness, had told him all he needed to know.  Simon’s analysis of why he had not been able to take him through to orgasm was quite correct. In fact, had Simon demanded a 12 rather than a 9 stroke beating, Brad knew that in delivering just three additional cuts, he would not have been able to control himself, let alone shaft his putative partner. As sure as eggs are eggs, he knew, without any doubt, that he would have reached orgasm before ever touching Simon’s anus with his cock and would have dumped his load externally all over his partner’s arse. It was not surprising that in the high state of arousal he had reached before he shafted Simon for the first time that he had not been able to control himself and had climaxed more or less immediately.

Continued in Chapter 7