FabGuys.com forum: Encounter with first master

By *ickK OP Man
6 weeks ago

Birmingham

This story is essentially a true experience with some details changed. Anyone interested in me continuing? PMs welcome.

I had just had my 18th birthday and was starting the upper sixth year at my all boys grammar school. Those of us doing A Level geography had a three-day field trip the week before term began. It was September and it was still a hot summer. The field trip involved going by coach to a boarding prep school which started a week or two later than ours. A dozen of us quickly settled into measuring a nearby river valley and studying other geographical features.

I woke up early on the first morning as the sun streamed through the huge dormitory windows which didn’t have curtains. Everyone else was sound asleep. Never one for PE or sport, I had vaguely decided I needed to do some sort of exercise, even though I was slim and pretty fit. So I got up, put on jeans, t-shirt and trainers and went downstairs. There was a room full of sports kit and so changed my jeans for a pair of white cotton gym shorts which just fitted at a squeeze.

There was running track on the field behind the school so off I set on a gentle jog, pleased with my first effort at living up to my new resolution of taking some regular exercise. As I started on the second lap I noticed a man saunter to the edge of the other side of the track. He was young, well-dressed, shirt and tie, sharp crease in his slacks, polished shoes, and, as soon as he spoke, had the air of authority about him. Not sure of whether I had permission to be here, and being naturally a bit shy and compliant, my anxiety rose as I got nearer to where he was standing watching me. “Morning,” he said. “Morning,” I replied sheepishly. He raised an eyebrow that made me instinctively add, “sir!”. “That’s not doing you much good, is it . . .” he looked down at the hem of the shorts where there was an embroidered name tag, “. . . McBride?” “Oh, I’m . . .” “I don’t want to hear, thank you . . . borrowing another boy’s kit without permission . . .” In a few short looks and words this man, who could not have been more than a few years older than me, had me completely in his control. I was both nervous that he might report me to my geography teacher and also slightly thrilled for reasons I wasn’t sure.

“If you are going to do this, you need to do it properly. Take that shirt off.” And he then instructed me to sprint down the 100-yard track and jog back. And again. And again. Several times until it really did feel like a workout. In between, there were push-ups, and sit-ups, and star-jumps. The sun was already up and I was developing a healthy sweat and stopping to catch my breath. And finding all this more than a little exciting. For just about as long as I could remember I had fantasized about being in the control of a master and here it was happening for real. Could there be more to it than this?

After about half an hour of non-stop exercise I was told to sit on a bench and rest. He came up to me and placed his hands on my legs above the knees and ran them up to the hem of my shorts and back down and up again this time allowing his thumbs to run under the hem and just brush my balls. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and the excitement was intense. He then straightened up and pushed between my knees forcing my legs apart. Already I could feel my cock hardening and straining against the cotton shorts. “Hands on your head!” he commanded and automatically I obeyed. “Elbows back!” Just that tension across my bare chest was so exciting. He put a hand under my chin and lifted my head to look him in the face. “I think you need a master for your physical education, don’t you, McBride?” Again instantly I responded, “Yes, sir.” “Yes, sir, what?” “Yes, sir, I need a master.” “Good boy. Now go and get changed and join the rest of your group for breakfast. And maybe we will meet up again.” He took his hand from my chin and stepped back and quickly I closed my legs and stood up, hoping he wouldn’t notice my excitement. As I walked away, he firmly swatted my backside. “Boys are not permitted to wear pants under gym

shorts, McBride. Remember that, boy! Now get moving.” “Yes, sir.” As I jogged away, I turned but he was gone as mysteriously as he had appeared.

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By *ukinATruckMan
6 weeks ago

Never know where

Great start carry on

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By *i Biker60Man
6 weeks ago

bitown

☺️

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By *exyianTV/TS
6 weeks ago

southampton

More please

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By *dinrightnowMan
6 weeks ago

Edinburgh

Keep it coming

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By *K62Man
6 weeks ago

Cheltenham

I wasn't allowed to wear pants under thin gym shorts at school either.

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By *uckmehardMan
6 weeks ago

dudley

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By *otwillyMan
6 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

Interesting start

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By *edro208Man
6 weeks ago

sheffield

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By *eddyfMan
5 weeks ago

Rainham

Nice

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

All that day it was impossible to concentrate on the geography field work as I played over the events of that morning in my mind. What exactly had happened? Had I just encountered someone who was a fitness fanatic and put me through my paces? Or was there more to it than that? I tried to remember every word, every gesture, his commanding presence and tone of voice, the hint of other things. Or was I just imagining it all?

That evening, we had dinner and I was just realizing I had no idea who this man was. He appeared from nowhere, not even from the direction of the school buildings. Perhaps he was nothing to do with this place. How would I ever know? The sense that I was on the brink of an exciting new experience which tapped into all my secret desires, never expressed to anyone, turned to despair as I convinced myself I would never see him again. But then everything changed! He appeared in a corridor and as he walked by, without acknowledging me, he slipped a note into my hand. “Be at the gym. 6.30am tomorrow. Wear your gym shorts. Nothing else.” All that sense of overwhelming excitement rushed back. Would I be at the gym tomorrow morning? Of course I would! But where even was the gym – I set off in exploration so that I could be assured of this terrifying and exciting meet the next day.

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By *otwillyMan
5 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

Interesting

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By *edro208Man
5 weeks ago

sheffield

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

I need not have worried about my watch alarm waking up the whole dormitory as I was wide awake with light streaming through the windows long before 6.30am. Everyone else seemed to be asleep so I got up, slipped on the borrowed white gym shorts with the name McBride embroidered on the leg. No pants of course. But I couldn’t risk being discovered walking around the corridors just in shorts for no reason. So I flipped my towel over my shoulder. My excuse would be that I was heading to the showers. I went through the double doors into the gym at exactly 6.30 and there was my new master resplendent in red Arsenal tracksuit with the broad white bands down the arms and legs. Supporting another London team and regarding Arsenal since I was small as very firmly the opposition if not the enemy this produced an interesting visceral reaction in me!

“Come here!” sir said in that level commanding voice that somehow so excited me. I walked forward. “What’s the towel for?” I explained and he took it and tossed it to the side as his eyes ran up and down me body. Slim, smooth and not very athletic, I was shy about my body and didn’t like it on display. His eyes burned through my shame and took possession of every inch of flesh and skin. How did he do this?!

“So what is it you want to do?” he asked. “Everything” my nerves replied. “Whoa, tiger. Steady on. You have no idea what you are saying. But that’s a good start, boy. Let’s get you warmed up.” And so we were into thirty minutes of shuttle runs, press-ups, star-jumps, pull-ups on a gym bar and laps around the room. It was already a warm day and the sweat soon started trickling down my back and sides. Sir pushed me on from one exercise to the next without allowing pauses for breath. As time wore on I wondered again if I have misunderstood his intentions and this was just about a crazy fitness regime. But I was soon to find out this wasn’t the case.

“So you want a master, do you?” “Yes, sir, I think so sir.” “Good boy. Let’s see what you can do. Go and stand over there facing the wall bars.” I did as instructed. “Hands on head.” This felt good. “Feet apart . . . further, further . . .” until it was slightly uncomfortable and the hems of the borrowed shorts strained on my thighs. I felt the fabric of his tracksuit touch my back and braced myself and he pushed forwards so I was squashed against the wallbars. One hand went over my shoulder and brushed down my sweaty chest to find a nipple and the other came around my side and was placed flat on the front of my shorts. Straight away my cock stirred and hardened and I was sure he could feel it. His mouth was very close to my ear and he was now almost whispering, “Good boy. Just take it. Just take it.” As he squeezed and the pinched my nipple and his other hand rubbed the front of my shorts back and forth. This was everything I had hoped for but hardly dared to imagine. The hand on my chest worked at my other nipple until both were nicely erect, a sensation I hadn’t known about. The amount of actual sexual knowledge in those days was so limited! He slid his other hand into my shorts and told hold of my cock which was now steel pipe erect. And he slowly pumped it, getting faster and more furious as I groaned and squirmed with his body pressed firmly against me and trapping me against the wallbars. After just a few moments I spurted and let out a loud groan, then sort of wilted into his arms as he held me pinned there. “Good boy. Well done.”

He took his hand out of my shorts and cupped it in front of my face, full of spunk. Then he said, “Taste it.” Hesitantly I did so as he put the hand flat on my forehead and rubbed the cum into my hair. He took me by the shoulders and turned me around. “Better have those shorts off now.” I slid them off. “A good start, McBride” he said. “Better get off to the showers now and join your mates.” So I wrapped the towel around me and headed off. “Thank you, sir” I managed as I left with so many questions and feelings and puzzles racing around my head. Within the hour we had had breakfast and were out for the last day of field work and then headed home. I had no idea what might come next. I didn’t even know his name.

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By *icky13Man
5 weeks ago

Didcot

Very interesting

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By *damkingMan
5 weeks ago

Banstead

Love it

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By *edro208Man
5 weeks ago

sheffield

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By *otwillyMan
5 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *reatsucker22Man
5 weeks ago

Dover

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By *reyunMan
5 weeks ago

Perth

Enjoying this. Hope there’s more to cum

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By *ashtoolMan
5 weeks ago

belfast

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By *unwithuMan
5 weeks ago

Manchester

Exciting story

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By *hilmeMan
5 weeks ago

Bournemouth

Please keep this one going sounds so good 💋💋

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By *liowMan
5 weeks ago

ryde

So looking forward to the next chapter

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By *tmguylookingMan
5 weeks ago

Chesterfield

Nice

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By *ature boyMan
5 weeks ago

Erdington

Mmm nice start nice tonhave a guy stand behind close

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By *kyluke69Man
5 weeks ago

Gravesend

Brilliant looking forward to the next episode

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By *SD funMan
5 weeks ago

Rotherham

Please post more soon

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By *athyTV/TS
5 weeks ago

Nottingham

Good start, I never used to wear pants under my white PE shorts until one of the girls told me she could see my pubes, shame it never went further xx

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

In the days that followed my memories of the geography field trip were obliterated by an obsessive running and rerunning of that morning in the gym with the man in the Arsenal tracksuit I had come to think of as my master. I had to be careful where I did this as I couldn't trust myself not to sport an instant hardon at the thought of the tiniest detail! I went over and relived every word, every action, every feeling, even the embarrassment of saying “Everything” when he asked me what I wanted to try. Did he think I was a naïve inexperienced kid; because that is precisely what I was. Knowledge of sex was hard to come by in those pre-internet days and especially if your interests weren’t mainstream. There was lots of talk at school about girls. Much less about boys. And pretty much nothing at all about those minority interests which I came to know later were called bdsm.

But now it was all over and I was resigned to never meeting my master again. Perhaps some other opportunity might occur but I seriously doubted it.

Then about a week later I was sitting in registration when our form teacher said “Hey, Ferguson, go down to the secretary’s office, she has something for you.” The class erupted in the predictable and immature wolf-whistles and lewd comments until order was restored as I headed down to the office. “Your lost property from the field trip” she said, handing me a carefully sellotaped plastic bag. I thought no more about it as the bell went and I stuffed it in my school bag as I headed off to my first lesson. By the time I got home, I had forgotten all about it.

When I prised open the bag, cutting through endless sticky tape, and emptied the contents onto my bed (presuming, I guess, it was dirty socks or something) I was gobsmacked to see a neatly pressed pair of white gym shorts. Just above the hem of the leg was the embroidered name “McBride”. My heart missed a beat. And pinned to them a piece or card with a phone number carefully written on it. Nothing else

My mouth went dry and my hands trembled. And I was in no doubt what came next! The ball was in my court.

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By *ature boyMan
5 weeks ago

Erdington

Interesting

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By *ature boyMan
5 weeks ago

Erdington

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By *unwithuMan
5 weeks ago

Manchester

Fabulous. So much more to follow …

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By *airyCubSubMan
5 weeks ago

East Riding (York & Hull)

This is amazing can’t wait for more

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By *edro208Man
5 weeks ago

sheffield

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By *j1xMan
5 weeks ago

anywhere

Love this so far

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By *tmguylookingMan
5 weeks ago

Chesterfield

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By *liowMan
5 weeks ago

ryde

Fantastic can’t wait for the next episode

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By *otwillyMan
5 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

These were the days before we had heard of mobiles and telephones were attached to the wall by a wire and situated on a small table in the hall at the bottom of the stairs. It was more or less impossible to have a private conversation. So I had to wait five or six days before my parents and sisters were out to make the call. I was incredibly nervous. I didn’t know his name. He didn’t know my name. What would I say? I dialled the number and immediately put the phone down. Deep breath. Did I know what I was getting into? Not at all but it was an irresistible desire. I had to meet my master again and see where things led.

I dialled as second time and the phone rang and rang and eventually I heard the familiar clatter of the receiver being picked up. “Hello” he said. Pause. Deep breath. “Hello, sir. This is . . . uh . . . um . . . McBride, sir.” A long pause. I was sure it was a wrong number. Things were going horribly wrong. “McBride. How nice to hear from you. I was wondering if you would call. And glad you did.” “Yes, sir. It was tricky finding the opportunity.” “I understand, boy. Have you thought about our last meeting? Do you want to try everything?” “Yes, sir, please. Very much.” There I was jabbering away again and sounding like the inexperienced kid. Fuck, this was difficult! “Do you have any free afternoons?” I did. All free periods on a Wednesday afternoon. So the arrangement was made for me to go to the school the following Wednesday for 4pm. “Be on time, McBride. I don’t want you 5-minutes late or 5-minutes early. Report to reception. And bring the shorts with you.”

The shorts! In the few days I had to wait until Wednesday, I tried them on many times. And stood in front of my mirror. Hands on head. Fingers locked together. Elbows back. Feet wide apart. Like he had instructed. And tried to see myself as he saw me. I was slim, smooth, a bit of muscle tone. Slightly tanned from the hot summer. While I was insanely shy about my body I quite liked what I saw and hoped he did too. There was plenty of time to reflect. It was like a boy getting spruced up to meet a girl. But for me the excitement was in a lad preparing to meet and please his master.

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By *ornysuckerMan
5 weeks ago

Portsmouth

Lovely

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By *rebor53Man
5 weeks ago

DONCASTER

"These were the days before we had heard of mobiles and telephones were attached to the wall by a wire and situated on a small table in the hall at the bottom of the stairs. It was more or less impossible to have a private conversation. So I had to wait five or six days before my parents and sisters were out to make the call. I was incredibly nervous. I didn’t know his name. He didn’t know my name. What would I say? I dialled the number and immediately put the phone down. Deep breath. Did I know what I was getting into? Not at all but it was an irresistible desire. I had to meet my master again and see where things led.

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could get even more interesting

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By *dinrightnowMan
5 weeks ago

Edinburgh

Keep going

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By *reyunMan
5 weeks ago

Perth

Please keep going.

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By *otwillyMan
5 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *airyCubSubMan
5 weeks ago

East Riding (York & Hull)

Sounds like this could be interesting with what’s next to come

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By *kyluke69Man
5 weeks ago

Gravesend

Getting good next instalment please

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By *liowMan
5 weeks ago

ryde

Very erotic

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By *aveh1234Man
5 weeks ago

Christchurch

Good start

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By *mooth FuntimeMan
5 weeks ago

Oxford

Mmm need more

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By *tmguylookingMan
5 weeks ago

Chesterfield

Cant wait for the next installment

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By *unwithuMan
5 weeks ago

Manchester

Keeping us on our toes.

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By *icky13Man
5 weeks ago

Didcot

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By *ature boyMan
5 weeks ago

Erdington

Nice

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

The journey was much easier than I anticipated. Less than half an hour from Waterloo. Then a fifteen minute walk to the school gate where I hovered until setting off up the drive to arrive at reception at exactly four o’clock. “I’m . . .” “. . . the young man expected by Mr Johnstone” the secretary finished my sentence. “Charrington will take you over.” A diminutive boy with his arm in a cast emerged from the shadows and set off at a pace clearly expecting me follow. “Off games?” I hazarded. “Yes, fell off my bike in the holidays” he replied. “What’s Mr Johnstone like?” I ventured. “Scary” came the immediate reply, “actually very scary.” “Does he teach you?” I asked. “No, only the seniors, but we have him on dorm duty sometimes and you’d better do what you’re told PDQ . . . that means pretty damn quick.” I laughed but our conversation was over. “Here we are” said Charrington indicating the doors of the gym. “What’s your first name, Charrington?” I said to the boy whose name seemed to overwhelm him. “Freddie” he said. “Well thank you, Freddie.” And off he scuttled.

In I went to see a PE class playing basketball. Skins v. shirts. With my master, now known to me as Mr Johnstone, this time in a less provocative blue school tracksuit, whistle in his mouth. He indicated to me to stand to one side as he signalled the end of the game with a shrill blast on his whistle. “Off to tea, boys.” And then, “McBride, come here!” I almost thought he was speaking to me when a good-looking athletic boy of about 13, one of the skins team, sprinted over, out of breath from the game. “Sir.” “Any luck finding those shorts of yours, McBride?” “No, sir, but I’m still looking. I’m sure they’ll turn up” he said with the eternal optimism of youth. “Perhaps you can explain what happens to boys who are careless and misplace their kit, McBride?” asked the PE master. “They get punished, sir.” “And how do they get punished, McBride?” “A spanking, sir.” Mr Johnstone tilted his head as if expecting more and the boy instantly picked up his cue and said, “A damn good spanking, sir” with a grin on his face. There was clearly a knockabout rapport between the boys and this teacher whom they evidently hero-worshipped. “And how do we give damn good spankings, McBride?” The repartee continued, “Bare bottom, sir!” “Precisely” said the master, pleased with the performance of his pupil. “Well fortune may be shining on you, McBride, because this gentleman has located your missing shorts.” This was my cue to hand over the (now not quite so beautifully pressed) gym shorts, to McBride’s delight. “Oh thank you, sir, thank you ever so much” he said as he gave a little skip and jump betraying his childish status despite being in the senior year at prep school. “I think that saves your backside from a second damn good spanking, doesn’t it, boy? Off you go.” And off McBride ran, leaving me with Mr Johnstone in the now silent gym.

“Let’s go” he said. And I followed him out of the gym, across the playing fields and into the wooded area beyond, from which he has appeared and disappeared at our first meeting, up a little track to a cottage. “This is me” he said, “I get this cottage in return for extra duties like looking after the dorms.” And in we went.

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By *tmguylookingMan
5 weeks ago

Chesterfield

Interesting

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By *aypee46Man
5 weeks ago

Nuneaton

Such a great story . . . .

So far

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By *edro208Man
5 weeks ago

sheffield

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By *otwillyMan
5 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *ature boyMan
5 weeks ago

Erdington

Mmm nice

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By *kyluke69Man
5 weeks ago

Gravesend

So good next instalment please

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By *unwithuMan
5 weeks ago

Manchester

Building so well!

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By *ornysuckerMan
5 weeks ago

Portsmouth

Mmm getting good!

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By *ew_bi_guy1984Man
5 weeks ago

ng19

love dominant men talking filth about my wife while I drain their balls and they taste her soggy thong

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By *i Biker60Man
5 weeks ago

bitown

Eagerly waiting for the next installment

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By *azmin999jmMan
5 weeks ago

wakefield

Nice

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

Even though the day was hot, the cottage was cool inside. For want of anything better to say and in a vain attempt to overcome my growing nerves I said “It’s cold in here.” “Oh, don’t worry,” he replied, “We’ll soon have you warmed up.” The implications of this were lost on me at that moment. “Get changed into your shorts.” “But I gave the shorts back to McBride, sir.” “Indeed you did” replied Mr Johnstone, quickly switching to the cool and commanding tone of voice that had me so bewitched at our first encounter. And now the penny was dropping as the inevitable played out. He had thought through every step. “What happens to boys who are careless and mislay their gym kit?” “They are punished, sir” I replied, falling into the script that had been modelled for me only a few moments ago. “And how are they punished?” “A spanking, sir . . . a damn good spanking sir.” “Good boy! And how do we do we give damn good spankings, boy?” “Bare bottom, sir.” “Indeed so!” I stood there red facing and not a little intimidated, shaking slightly in the cool room. “Now as you haven’t any kit, go upstairs,” (he indicated the stairs) “and go into the first room on your left. Change into the kit on the bed and come back down.” I must have hesitated as “Quick sharp!” was barked out and I went up the stairs two at a time.

I cam back down dressed in very skimpy running shorts, the sort with v-slits at the side and mesh netting inside. And a tightly fitting running vest. And long rugby socks. It is amazing how some clothing contrives to make a boy feel more naked and more vulnerable than if he was actually stripped bare. “Come and stand between my legs” said sir, now seated on an upright chair in the middle of the room. “Boys who fail to bring their kit, get a damn good bare bottom spanking. Now, hands on head.” As soon as my hands started towards my head, his hands, quick as lightning, took hold of the sides of my shorts and whisked them down to my knees. And over I went, held in place by his leg across mine. And the spanking began. Slowly and not too hard at first. But soon building up to tremendous spanks, delivered like machine gun fire. Before long I was wriggling and writhing in his lap. It is amazing how quickly a boy gives up all hope of dignity when his backside is under sustained assault. Eventually it was impossible to hold back and a long “Fuuuuuuck!” emerged involuntarily from my mouth. “What was that?” “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to . . .” “Quiet, lad. We will deal with that later.” And on went the spanking until it suddenly stopped. The tension in my body instantly relaxed and I went limp over his knees. Tears were in my eyes. I was breathing heavily – as, I now noticed, was he. “Up you get and go and stand over in that corner, hands on head, feet apart.” I obeyed and the room fell silent. What next?

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By *tmguylookingMan
5 weeks ago

Chesterfield

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By *ature bottom for funMan
5 weeks ago

Cumbernauld

Feeling horny reading this. Love getting a good spanking.

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By *edro208Man
5 weeks ago

sheffield

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By *ature boyMan
5 weeks ago

Erdington

Oh more please mmm

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By *otwillyMan
5 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *unwithuMan
5 weeks ago

Manchester

This is such a hot story

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By *kyluke69Man
5 weeks ago

Gravesend

This is such an awesome story please give us the next instalment

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By *heekyheadMan
5 weeks ago

Yorkshire

Great story

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By *ornysuckerMan
5 weeks ago

Portsmouth

Loving this

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By *ohnny 52TV/TS
5 weeks ago

Middlewich

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By *hilledMKMan
5 weeks ago

Need to find me a Mr Johnstone

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By *imalefuktoyMan
5 weeks ago

West & East Midlands daytimes only

Wow!

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By *ocallad500Man
5 weeks ago

Aberdeen

Please continue

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By *ckieroyMan
5 weeks ago

Shrewsbury

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By *aypee46Man
5 weeks ago

Nuneaton

More when you can please x

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By *damkingMan
5 weeks ago

Banstead

Need more of this

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

After about ten minutes standing in the corner, hand on head, I heard Mr Johnstone get up and come across the room behind me. Just like that time in the gym, he pressed against me, slipping one hand under my vest and finding a nipple to brush and the other hand around my side and flat on the front of my shorts. Immediately I started getting hard. And he squeezed and hugged harder. “I think you enjoyed that spanking” he said. “No! Not at all! How could anyone enjoy being spanked?” I said, not entirely honestly. “Oh, I think you very much enjoy spanking. When McBride was talking about his spanking for losing his shorts, you were riveted, and your cock was twitching in your trousers. You, my boy, are definitely into all things CP. You might not like the pain but you love everything else about it.” He squeezed a nipple hard and I jumped. “Now go into the kitchen and make us both a cup of tea. Everything you need is there.” And off I went with a slap to my backside.

How could he know these things about me? It was true, ever since I went to the all boys grammar where CP was an everyday occurrence (nothing at my sleepy village primary school), I had become fascinated by everything to do with CP from the moment a boy crossed some invisible line that would inevitably lead to punishment, through the whole ritual build up and the carrying out of the sentence, and watching how each lad coped both with the punishment itself but also with the embarrassment and need to look tough in front of his mates and enemies alike. At home whenever a CP scene was on TV I had to be careful not to give my intense interest away. And yet, it seemed I had done just that. Mr Johnstone, my master, had seen right though me as if all my deepest darkest desires were an open book. The tea was made and I carried the two mugs back into the sitting room where he took his and gestured for me to sit down beside him.

“We need to talk” he said. “When you said ‘everything’ what did you have in mind? What is it you want to do.” I had to admit I had very little idea of specifics. I knew I had a long-standing interest in TV and film tying-up scenes and, as he has detected, corporal punishment of every kind. For the next half-hour he talked me through all kinds of things from plugs to masks and gags, from clamps to cuffs, from canes to whips, and every variation of restraint and presentation for a sir. I had no idea but each idea excited me more and more and was something I wanted to try!

“Sounds like we have some work to do” he said. Now kneel down in front of me here. I did so as he reached under some newspapers on a side table and took out what looked to me like a large leather dog collar. “This is what you are going to wear when we play. It shows that you are the boy, the sub, the one who does what he’s told by the master. If you want to stop any time, just take off the collar or tell me to do it. And we will stop. Promise. You understand?” “Yes, sir” I said, more excited than he could possibly know – or could he? He had read me pretty accurately up till now. He clipped a leash onto the collar and stood up, yanking me to my feet. “Come along, boy, its play time.” He led me back through the kitchen to a large timber door. Taking out a key, he unlocked the door and we stepped through into what was a double garage alongside the cottage with a double pitched roof. Unlike the cool of the cottage, the room was very warm but with dim lighting. It was a big space filled with exercise benches and equipment and gym mats on the floor. But the walls were lined with hooks for straps and canes and whips of every kind and size and shelves full of things which I didn’t recognize. And cuffs and hoods and gags. He let go of the leash and I wandered through the room, looking, touching, like I was in a wonderland. “Wow! Wow!” I said turning round to my master. Mr Johnstone had taken off his top and stood there lean and muscled, smooth and dominant. “Come here, boy. Let the games begin.”

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5 weeks ago

Gravesend

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5 weeks ago

Edinburgh

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

ryde

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By *unwithuMan
5 weeks ago

Manchester

I’m so enjoying this story. Thank you op

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

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5 weeks ago

Evesham

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5 weeks ago

Erdington

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5 weeks ago

colchester mersea

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

Mr Johnston led me over to a gym vaulting horse, took hold of me by the sides like a small child and lifted me up onto it. I sat facing him. He went over to the wall and brought back leather wrist and ankle cuffs which he strapped onto my legs and arms. All without saying a word but staring hard into my eyes after each was attached. It was just so horny and exciting. “Let’s have you down” he said. I shuffled forward to jump down. “Ah, ah! Stop! You need to surrender control, Nick. Slow down. Let me do it.” “Sorry, sir . . .” and his finger went up to my lips, commanding my silence. I shut up and was embarrassed again at behaving like an inexperienced kid. Which is exactly what I was. Again he took hold of me and lifted me onto the floor. It suddenly dawned on me, he called me Nick. He knew my name. How did he know? All this washed over me and again I felt utterly in his control. I loved it. “Hands on head.” I obeyed. He knelt down and slowly took my shorts down, sliding them over my smooth legs to my ankles. His face almost touching my cock which was now beginning to harden. Why was that always embarrassing when it is exactly the aim of the game?!

He went to one of the shelve and brought back something small and black in his hand. “Let’s try this cockring on you” he said as he took hold of my cock and manoeuvred my balls through the ring. I had never heard of this. Yet another new experience. My horny brain was overloaded. Instantly my cock hardened and I felt the ring pushing it forward on display for my master. He pulled up the shorts and gently pressed my cock into place. The shorts were tenting. He stepped back and looked at me. “Mmmm nice!” was his verdict. I wondered if he was pleased with my body – I had spent enough time in the past week examining it in the mirror! Then I was instructed to get down into the press-up position and I heard him rustling in the corner of the room. He came back stripped to just shorts, the same silky, tiny, v-slit, running shorts he had given me to wear. And so started half an hour of vigorous exercise. I was beginning to realize that this physical education was very much part of a session for Mr Johnstone. In minutes we were both glinting with sweat and every now and then I could feel that strange sensation of rivulets of sweat running down my sides. Every exercise we did together, side by side. He was really fit. For me it was an intense workout. Push-ups, sit-ups, work on the bench with free weights, star-jumps, leg-cycling in the air, hanging from a short section of wall bars he had and doing leg lifts. After 30-minutes I was in need of a break but didn’t dare break the silence he had imposed.

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By *unwithuMan
5 weeks ago

Manchester

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5 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

We were lying side by side on the gym mats, breathing heavily after a rapid series of squat thrusts which, it turned out, concluded the workout section of our session. Sir jumped to his feet pulling on the leash as I struggled to mine. There was going to be no let up. “Take off your top” he instructed.

Once I had obeyed, he stood me under one of the beams across the garage roof from which hung a rope. My wrist cuffs were attached to the end of the rope and my arms were then hauled above my head. “Shorts off, I think” he seemed to muse to himself and down they came. “Step out!” I did so and off came the rugby socks too. He clipped the ankle cuffs together so I stood feet together firmly planted on the floor and quite comfortable. I was completely naked and exposed before my master, stretched out and very vulnerable. But somehow I felt safe in his hands.

“So let’s have a good look at you” he said as he stared, really stared, me up and down and walked slowly around me. Then, standing behind me he took hold of my arms near the wrists and firmly slid his hands down along my outstretched arms, across my shoulders, down my sides, across my thighs and down to my ankles. It was so simple but communicated so powerfully who was in charge of every inch of me now. I had finally surrendered.

Standing behind me, he reached round and held me between the legs, lifting me up and pulling me in against his body, naked but for his brief running shorts. From all the exercise of the previous half hour we were both sweaty and our smooth bodies slid easily against each other. My cock stiffened and was again proudly presented by the cock ring he had put on me earlier. I could feel his breath next to my ear as he squeezed our bodies tightly together. I exhaled deeply. “Surrender, boy, surrender” he whispered. I did, gladly.

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By *aypee46Man
5 weeks ago

Nuneaton

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By *unwithuMan
5 weeks ago

Manchester

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By *tmguylookingMan
5 weeks ago

Chesterfield

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5 weeks ago

sheffield

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By *ickK OP Man
5 weeks ago

Birmingham

After what seemed like an hour of bliss, he released me and went over to the shelves of toys, returning with a metal chain on the ends of which were two clamps. Like so much of this experience, it was all new to me; I had no idea a lad’s tits could be connected to his cock! After rubbing my nipples, scratching them gently with his thumbnail, and pinching them till they hardened, he put on the clamps causing exquisite pain and my cock to stand achingly upright as though it couldn’t extend any further. I let out a long groan, which brought a sharp slap to my buttocks. “Surrender, boy, surrender.”

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By *unwithuMan
4 weeks ago

Manchester

Love it

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4 weeks ago

Chesterfield

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4 weeks ago

Middlewich

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4 weeks ago

sheffield

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4 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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4 weeks ago

Manchester

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4 weeks ago

King’s Cross

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By *kyluke69Man
4 weeks ago

Gravesend

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By *ickK OP Man
4 weeks ago

Birmingham

My master stood back and looked at me long and hard, enjoying my discomfort, displayed as I was for his pleasure and enjoyment. For me this was such a thrill – exactly what I had fantasised about for a long time. Again, he walked over to the toy shelves and brought back a metal bar with clips on the end. Bending down he unclipped the ankle cuffs and instructed me to spread my feet apart. I did so and this removed any slack in the rope from which my hands were suspended. He stood and kicked my feet further apart. I now felt really stretched and my cock even more rampant and on display with its cockring. This was so horny. He then took what I later learned was a spreader bar and attached it between the ankle cuffs. My feet were barely touching the ground and already I was feeling the strain on my shoulders and arms. This felt like torture and it was so good!

Again, sir stood in front of me and admired his handiwork, looking me up and down with that cool commanding stare that made me feel both under his control and at the same time to endure to the best of my ability anything he desired. The power dynamic was more powerful than I had ever imagined. Back to the toy shelf he went bringing across a small plastic object – a butt plug. He held it up in front of my eyes. “Do you know what this is, boy?” I didn’t. He laughed. “Do you know where it goes?” I didn’t but I could guess. He laughed again and producing a tube of gel slowly smeared it onto the plug, looking into my eyes for my reaction. I was transfixed. I knew where this was going but found the whole performance entrancing. Next thing I knew he was behind me, separating my buttocks and I felt the cold nose of the plug pushing gently against my anus. “Don’t resist, boy. Push out gently. Surrender, boy, surrender.” And so the plug plopped into place. He had been kind – it was a small plug and easy to accommodate. Another new and unimagined sensation for a boy.

So there I was, slick with sweat after the intense workout. Strung up with arms way above my head, now strained by the fact that my feet were wide apart with the spreader bar. Clamps on my nipples. Cockring on my cock. Leather collar around my neck. Plug in my hole. Invaded, displayed, dominated. And sir, standing a few feet in front of me, arms folded, eyes taking in this sight of a boy completed owned. Physically I wasn’t sure how long I could maintain this position but so wanted it to go on for ever.

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By *unwithuMan
4 weeks ago

Manchester

Fabulous. I so love this story

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By *ickK OP Man
4 weeks ago

Birmingham

Sir stepped slowly backwards away from me and lowered himself into a big battered old leather armchair that was part of his playroom furniture. He lifted a leg casually over one arm. His eyes always staring at me, taking me in, intently. God, he was so hot! I wondered what he was seeing.

I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as my arms strained above my head and the horniness of it all made my cock steel pipe hard straining against its cockring. My hair was matted onto my forehead with sweat and I could feel the hair stiff with sweat prickly on the nape of my neck. I realized that I was letting out little involuntary groans and sighs as I tried to shift my weight from one foot to the other. Without much success as the spreader bar made it impossible to stand properly. I tried pulling myself up by my hands, lifting my feet right off the ground for a moment in the hope of landing them in a more comfortable position. “Hmm very nice, very nice indeed” he said the first time I did this. So, just like a little kid, I did it a couple more times, feigning a casualness than could have fooled no one! After what seemed like an age of this standoff between master lounging in the soft leather armchair and the boy strung up and struggling against the pain and tiredness, sir stood up and came across to me. He put his thumb under my chin and slid two fingers into my mouth. At the same time he drew up a knee so that his thigh came between my legs and lifted my balls. “Sssh! Sssh!” he whispered. “Surrender, boy, surrender!” And he slid his thigh back and forward slowly under my cock and balls. Almost immediately I knew I was going to cum. For some reason, subs always know they have to ask permission to cum. How I knew, I don’t know. I had never been in this situation before and this was well before the internet and easy access to videos. I tried to speak, “Sir, I’m going to c….” but his fingers pressed down on my tongue and I was unintelligible. His other hand went to the chain attached to the clamps and he slowly pulled at my nipples causing waves of pain across my chest. “What’s that, boy?” I tried again. Again he pressed down on my tongue. His thigh kept pressing back and forth. And then, suddenly and beyond any control, my cock exploded, spurting stream after stream of cum onto his thigh. “Good, boy. Good, boy” he said. Just how is it that those words are so rewarding when the boy has performed to sir’s satisfaction.

Mr Johnstone stepped back and reached for a towel, wiping my cum off his leg. Then he set about releasing me: feet from the spreader, ankle cuffs off, clamps off my tits (with a muffled shriek from me – how could they hurt that much?), plug out, arms down and wrist cuffs off. I stood there, now trembling, before him as he came round to face me and put his hands on my upper arms, running them down my body to my feet. It almost seemed like an act of homage; of appreciation at least. Then, looking me straight in the eye, his hands went to my neck and he undid the leather collar and threw it onto the leather chair. He cupped my chin. “Good, boy! Well done!” Pause. “Go upstairs and clean up. Shower’s on the right. There’s a clean towel on the edge of the bath. Take your time.” He followed me out of the garage, through the kitchen, into the lounge, and as I stepped onto the first step of the stairs: “When you’re done, don’t get dressed. Come back down here. There is still one little matter we have to deal with.” My euphoria at my release was drowned in dread – I knew exactly what the “little matter” was and guessed at how it would be dealt with.

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By *tmguylookingMan
4 weeks ago

Chesterfield

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By *aypee46Man
4 weeks ago

Nuneaton

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By *otwillyMan
4 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *ickK OP Man
4 weeks ago

Birmingham

I took my time in the shower and under the hot torrents of soothing water gradually felt human again. It was like I had gone ten rounds in the boxing ring and I was utterly drained. But after a while the feeling crept back into my arms and the sticky sweat washed away. Though I could no longer put out of my mind what I feared would come next. It seemed indecent to go back downstairs completely naked, bizarrely after all I had just been through, so I wrapped the towel around me and headed down. ”Ah, Nick” said sir looking up from a book in a comfortable armchair in the lounge. He had changed back into his blue tracksuit. “Feeling refreshed?” “Very much so, thank you, sir.” I wondered about him calling me Nick, not because it was a surprise he knew my name now but because it signalled a different relationship to the one in the garage when it was Master and Boy. But he quickly came to the business at hand.

“Now we have that little matter to deal with, don’t we?” “Yes, sir” I said, hoping I had got this wrong. “What happens to boys who misbehave?” I slipped easily into the script I had learned from McBride. “They are punished, sir.” “And how are they punished?” “A spa. . . a damn good spanking, sir.” “And would you say that a boy who used the F-word deserves to be punished?” “Yes, sir, I suppose he does.” “Suppose?” “Yes, sir, he definitely does.” “Good. Then let’s get this sorted out. Follow me.” And he led me back to the garage. Still steamy from our activities just moments before and hot in the evening sun which streamed in though two high-level windows. “Stand behind the armchair, please Nick.” I did so as he took the towel away and I was once again stark bollock naked. “And bend over the back reaching right forward.” I complied. “That’s good. Stretch a little further. And legs apart. Wider. Wider. Good boy.” I couldn’t have felt more exposed and vulnerable but what came next was truly a shock that tumbled my mind into confusion. “Mr Lane tells me that boys at the Grammar School who misbehave are strapped. Is that correct, Nick?” Mr Lane?! How the hell did he know Mr Lane who was a PE teacher at my school and with whom I (and to be fair 99% of boys) had history. “Well?” “Yes, they . . . we do, sir.” My school oddly chose the strap rather than the cane as its implement of correction. “Then the strap it shall be. I think six appropriate for your vulgar language.” Pause. He knew what I was thinking. “Mr Lane and I were at teacher training college together.”

The armchair I noticed had been repositioned since Mr Johnstone had draped himself over its arm earlier and now I understood why. Raising my head I could see a whole line of straps hanging along the wall directly ahead of me. And Mr Johnstone went over and made a performance of choosing one – weighing its heft and slapping it against his hand. Soon I could feel it tapping against my exposed backside and then coming down with an almighty crack. A moment frozen in time. And then a searing pain spreading across my backside and up my spine and convulsing my brain. This was not playing. This was for real. Gritting my teeth I managed not to scream but let out a long breath. Moments later the second lash came and the third and the fourth. These found release in an unbridled scream. Mr Johnstone seemed not the least deterred or concerned. A naughty boy was to be strapped and that was an end to it. After four he stopped. Had he not said six? My mind was so confused and teeming that I didn’t trust myself to remember anything. And what about Mr Lane? His hand rested gently on my back and calmed my heaving torso as I gasped for the air that would lessen the pain. “We’ll take a moment” he said and rested the strap on my back. He went off and I heard him get turn on the tap. But soon he was back. “Ready for the next two?” he asked. “I don’t know if I can take it, sir, I really . . .” “Quiet, Nick. You’ve done well so far. I’m sure you can take your punishment in full.” “Yes, sir” I conceded not at all sure that I would make it through. I felt the strap lifted from my back and, crack, down it came again. Pause. And again. The pain was unbelievable and shot through every fibre of my body. Tears welled up in my eyes and a couple of sobs escaped even though I tried to stifle them. “And I think one more for the disobedience of wearing a towel when you were told to come down naked.” And a final crashing blow seared my backside. The sobbing was now unstoppable. I had never known punishment like it. I now knew what it was to be a punished boy.

After a brief time in position to recover, I was given my clothes and told to get dressed and to drink the glass of water he left beside me. “You are very dehydrated. So drink. It will make you feel better.” After this he walked me by a back lane, avoiding the school property, to the station and wished me well. “Bye, Nick. I hope I see you again.” And he was gone. And my train was just leaving for Waterloo.

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4 weeks ago

Middlewich

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By *unwithuMan
4 weeks ago

Manchester

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By *tmguylookingMan
4 weeks ago

Chesterfield

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By *on779Man
4 weeks ago

colchester mersea

Great story really hoping to hear more encounters

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4 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *oe UKMan
4 weeks ago

Kent

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By *ickK OP Man
4 weeks ago

Birmingham

The train journey home was the beginning of several days of very conflicting emotions. The pain of the strapping made me decide this was my one and only visit. But quickly the other details of the session reasserted themselves and I ached for more. Dinner that evening with my parents and sisters was difficult as they sensed something had happened but I couldn’t say anything. I switched between elation and depression. Self-loathing and pride at having gone through with it. I was so confused. Some days I would put it out of mind and resolved never to go back. Other days I mulled over every tiny detail of the session and determined to get back in touch with my master at the first opportunity.

That opportunity came sooner than I expected when our form master tossed a small package in my direction at morning registration. “Its really not the done thing to have your sex toys delivered to the school, Fergusson.” The class erupted in mirth and ribald comments. Teachers could say things like that back in the day! The package was intercepted and passed around the room until sir restored order and it was thrown to me and other things engaged their tiny minds. As soon as I saw the careful handwriting my heart missed a beat. I stowed it away at the bottom of my bag and resolved to get it home before opening it in security.

The lessons passed slowly. Though I did remember that I had decided to join an optional gym club for senior pupils. This took place after school on Fridays and posters around the school advertised its advantages. The first session was tomorrow. I thought I’d sign up and see if I could make my body just a little bit more muscled and defined. Maybe I was thinking of my master sitting back in the battered old armchair staring at my stretched out body and wondering if I could improve things.

Once home I raced up to my bedroom and tore open the package. Inside was a small box. Inside the box was a card with that elegant handwriting: “1 Time for another session – come on Wednesday at 4pm. 2 Use the back path and let yourself in – Instructions will be on the table. 3 Put this in at home and make sure you’re wearing it when you arrive.” I took out a small bag and inside was the black butt plug that I had worn ten days ago. It sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. Now I knew that I would be returning. The pain of the strapping faded into distant memory and all the pent-up excitement at the prospect of another horny session with Mr Johnstone took over. Just the weekend and first part of the coming week to get through. I carefully hid the plug where it wouldn’t be found. And resumed my normal life.

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4 weeks ago

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By *unwithuMan
4 weeks ago

Manchester

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By *uffolkmale54TV/TS
4 weeks ago

Lowestoft

this is wonderful, and i know for sure the pleasure of a full bottom and being controlled would definitely take me back.

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By *ID89Man
4 weeks ago

Pembrokeshire

What an amazing story. Thank you

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4 weeks ago

Middlewich

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By *kyluke69Man
4 weeks ago

Gravesend

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4 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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4 weeks ago

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By *ickK OP Man
4 weeks ago

Birmingham

The days passed slowly until Wednesday but then I was on the train from Waterloo shifting regularly in my seat as I got used to the feeling of the plug. I had tried inserting it several times to get comfortable with the sensation but walking to the station and travelling with it was a whole different experience. I was sure everyone could just tell from looking at me! I walked on to Mr Johnstone’s cottage by the back lane as instructed and, knowing he said to let myself in, nevertheless rang the bell unsure about just walking in. When there was no answer, I tried the door and was in the kitchen. In front of me on the table was an envelope marked “Nick”. I called out “Sir? Sir?” but the cottage was a quiet as the grave. Inside the envelope was a card with the promised instructions in sir’s elegant handwriting: “1. Go upstairs and change into what has been left out for you. 2. Let yourself into the garage (key is in the kitchen drawer beneath the kettle). 3. Take clamps off No.1. 4. Squeeze. 5. Make sure No.1 is hard for my arrival. 6. Do not speak. See you shortly. Sir.” This didn’t make much sense but I headed up to the small spare room at the top of the stairs to find another very short pair of gym shorts and a crop top of the sort that were popular then (in the early 80s). Yet again, this kit made me feel very vulnerable and on show, more so probably than if I had just been naked. That bare midriff felt very provocative – I wondered what it would provoke! I then went downstairs and let myself into sir’s garage playroom hoping the rest of the note would make some sense.

It did! There under the roof beam was a lad about my own age, completely stripped. His arms were attached to a long pole which was suspended from the beam. Ankle cuffs held his feet together. He was hooded and blindfolded and wore both a cockring and nipple clamps. He was not upright but leaning forward and unable to regain his balance. And on his chest was written in marker pen “No.1”. It was another late summer hot day and he was glistening with sweat and clearly uncomfortable. “Are you OK?” I asked. “Uuuuuhhhh yes OK just about!” he replied, labouring with his breaths and clearly in some discomfort. I stepped back and took in the sight, just as sir had done with me. The boy was about my age, more muscled than me, smooth with a mop of blond hair.

I remembered the instructions and carefully removed the tit clamps. No.1 let out a muffled screech each time and I thought little do you know what comes next. “Sorry” I said as I took the first nipple between thumb and finger and gave it a little squeeze. “Aaaarrgh!” he screamed. And I repeated the action more gently for the second. “Just following instructions. Sorry.” I now realized that I had to make No.1 hard for sir’s arrival which could be any moment. Its much more difficult wanking someone else than yourself! But I set to with a will as No.1 seem to relax at the prospect of being allowed to cum. I had no idea how long he had been there or how much of a session he had endured (or enjoyed?) but he looked pretty spent. His cock twitched and quickly sprang to life, taking only a couple of minutes to come to attention as his groaning suggested he was close to spurting so I slowed down. No.1 started making noises as if he was on the loo and trying to poop! I was already beginning to build up a sweat and it was already incredibly horny when I heard a voice behind me. “Ah! Nice to see you’ve met. Boy No.1 this is Boy No.2. Boy No.2 this is Boy No.1. And it looks as if Boy No.1 is excited to see me.” He chuckled at his little joke as I stood up. He came over to me and ran his hand over my exposed tummy which made me feel very vulnerable – straightaway it reestablished the master-boy relationship. It isn’t until you are actually in it in the moment that you realize how powerful that feeling is. “Top off” he commanded and I was relieved to be rid of that demeaning piece of kit. Once I had it over my head I saw he had a marked in his hand. And he carefully inscribed “No.2” on my smooth chest.

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By *unwithuMan
4 weeks ago

Manchester

Brilliant

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By *oe UKMan
4 weeks ago

Kent

Nice!

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By *azmin999jmMan
4 weeks ago

wakefield

Wow

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By *edro208Man
4 weeks ago

sheffield

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By *r.blue.eyes.86Man
4 weeks ago

Banbury

Horny

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By *iggy45Man
4 weeks ago

surrey/sussex

Great story

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By *evonSpankingMan
4 weeks ago

Brixham

Going from strength to strength!

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By *tmguylookingMan
4 weeks ago

Chesterfield

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By *SD funMan
4 weeks ago

Rotherham

Yes very good

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By *kyluke69Man
4 weeks ago

Gravesend

Brilliant so so good

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By *otwillyMan
4 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *rangerMan
4 weeks ago

merseyside

Would love a master

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By *ohnny 52TV/TS
4 weeks ago

Middlewich

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By *lutdaddy4useMan
4 weeks ago

Oxon/Northants/Bucks

Loving this

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By *olin1951Man
4 weeks ago

worcester

Really hot, really erotic story.

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By *aypee46Man
4 weeks ago

Nuneaton

Such a great continuation of an amazing story xx

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By *ontylad87Man
4 weeks ago

pontefract

My ex gf was my first dominant! Well her best mate technically!

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By *liowMan
4 weeks ago

ryde

More please

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By *unwithuMan
3 weeks ago

Manchester

I hope there’s more of this hot story.

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By *ickK OP Man
2 weeks ago

Birmingham

There's more. To be continued as soon as I can find time! Thanks for all the encouraging messages.

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By *uffolkmale54TV/TS
2 weeks ago

Lowestoft

oh thank you 😀

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By *otwillyMan
2 weeks ago

Scunthorpe

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By *imenMan
2 weeks ago

Cooden

"Feeling horny reading this. Love getting a good spanking. "

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By *ilthy Mr FoxMan
2 weeks ago

Nearby

Looking forward to more

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