I was a naïve first year English University student back in 1973 who'd been put in bondage and disciplined by an older, ex-cop fellow student.
It turned into a regular Friday evening date, with Bill greeting me each time in his white tropical police uniform, cuffing my wrists and leading me upstairs to the back bedroom where my discipline fantasies came true. On our third time together, he made a change; he got me to take off all my clothes before beginning the rest of our routine. I was surprised and delighted; I loved being totally naked while I was cuffed, tied and gagged.
He gave me thirty strokes as before and once the punishment over, he rubbed my ass cheeks with the antiseptic cream again and "accidentally" touched my dick, resulting in another stream of cum spilling out of my super-excited teenage cock.
I returned week after week, even as I began to wonder about his obsessively rigid schedule. Why was I always naked but he never took off a single item of clothing, not even his tie? Why the exact same number of cane strokes every time, and why was I hurried out of his house so quickly once we'd finished? Why didn't he touch me or embrace me before or after, other than to rub my ass and "accidentally" brush my genitals? I wondered; if it weren't for my "accidental" orgasms, would this even count as sex?
But with no other outlet on the horizon for a randy teenager these sessions remained the highlight of my week and I continued to turn up every time.
But then things changed! We'd finished up and I was being shown out when, as I stepped into the street, I bumped into a very large man who was about to knock on the door. He was a good six inches taller than me, and probably fifty pounds heavier, with striking green eyes, a prominent nose, dark hair, and a full beard. He looked to be about thirty, ten years older than me and five years younger than Bill.
When I mumbled an apology for my clumsiness, he just grinned knowingly at me and started speaking to Bill.
"Hey mate, I lost your phone number, but since I was so close, I thought I'd see if you wanted to come out to the pub. But if you and your young man are headed out somewhere, I won't hold you up. Just give your number and I'll ring you tomorrow instead."
"Oh no Gary, Ben's on his way back up to the University. He's in my history seminar and we've been doing some home work together. We're finished now."
I mumbled my goodbyes to Bill and turned to leave, but before I could take a step Gary had put a heavy hand on my shoulder and held onto me, stopping me in my tracks.
"Well, I'm sure he doesn't have to run off right this minute. He looks like a smart young man, and I'd love to hear what it was you two were studying. Come and have a pint with us Ben before you bugger off home, OK?"
His hand remained on my shoulder all the way down the street, and once in the pub he pointed me and Bill to a quiet corner while he went for the drinks. My ass was throbbing from Bill's handiwork and I winced when I sat down, which Gary seemed to notice from where he was standing. I blushed when I saw him grin and exchange a knowing glance with Bill. What did he know about Bill and therefore about me?
When he came back with the beers he told me that the two of them had been in the colonial police together and that he was about to take a new security job soon in a Middle Eastern kingdom. I sat quietly, trying not to wriggle around too much on my bruised backside while not being too obvious about the fact that I found him very sexy.
I failed miserably, since it wasn't too long before Bill turned to me and said I'd better stop mooning at Gary or everyone in the pub would notice. I was so shocked that he would reveal my homosexuality so carelessly to a stranger that I sat in mortified silence, then stumbled to my feet and ran out of the pub, certain of never seeing Gary again.
After spending the week obsessing about that night and thinking how stupid I must have looked, I turned up at Bill's as usual to find that everything was just the same as usual; I was cuffed and gagged, tied down and given his regular number of strokes with the cane. But then, instead of rubbing the antiseptic cream into my backside he left me tied to the table and disappeared down the stairs. A long silence followed before I got the shock of my life; I heard footsteps coming back up stairs, but it was Gary who entered the room. He laughed when he saw the look on my face and said,
"I'm not that frightening, am I? You look like you lost a pound and found an ugly penny."
I wasn't frightened, but I was humiliated! Bill had let this virtual stranger see me tied up and gagged with a bum marked black and blue. When he picked up the jar of antiseptic cream, I was sure Bill had decided to make a fool of me. However, it quickly became obvious that wasn't the case; after rubbing the cream gently into my ass cheeks Gary continued to massage me with his firm hands straying further up my back, rubbing and kneading my muscles.
I lay quietly, not daring to even wriggle, in a state of blissful acceptance; so relaxed that I didn't even worry when I felt his index finger circling my asshole. That was still virgin territory for me; I'd never even had my own finger up there and certainly Bill had never touched it. I held my breath, tense but eager for him to explore.
But he was just teasing and soon his hand moved away, only to go down and grab hold of the stiff dick hanging between my legs. I gasped with shock; after all, Bill had never played with my cock, only "accidentally" touched it. This was totally different; Gary was actively getting me off; he spat in his palm and closed his fist over my cock, jerking on it and pulling my foreskin up and down.
If he had any idea of trying to play with it or of keeping me on the edge for any length of time, the answer came instantly; my teenage hormones took over control and my cum gushed out almost immediately.
After that orgasmic shock, I felt dazed and exhausted. I didn't move, even after he untied me, and just stayed draped over the desk, grinning up at him and thanking him over and over again. I only snapped out of it when he slapped me on my sore bum and told me to go clean up.
I came down the stairs a few minutes later to find the two of them waiting for me, and Bill started to explain what was going on. He said his only interest was in bondage and corporal punishment, and nothing else. He could see I was a hot-blooded young man who needed to explore other avenues and since he liked me he didn't want me to get into trouble. So when he'd seen how attracted I'd been to Gary he'd thought it was a good way of killing two birds with one stone.
I'd learn a lot of new things from Gary, and he would have some fun on his last weekend before heading off to his new job in the Middle East, where having sex with a man would get him fired at best and executed at worst! He knew it was all a big surprise, but this weekend was the only chance for the two of us to get together, since Gary was leaving the country at the end of the following week.
