It was the summer of 1971 and I was a skinny 20 year old college student living in a university town in southern England. I’d been introduced to gay BDSM six months earlier, and for three of those months had been a regular fuck buddy of Robert, a stern older top. Before departing for his home in Scotland, we’d partied with four hot guys. I spent the following month remembering that party, missing him and wondering about a replacement for him.

I’d been totally asexual for the first nineteen years of my life, not going out with girls or with boys, so having come out with a bang six months before, I was desperate now to catch up with all the sex I’d missed out on.

A couple of Saturdays after he left for Scotland; I went back to the Queen Alexandra, the only pub in town with a gay-friendly night. I’d met him there and we’d gone there for drinks often while we were playing together. I knew I wouldn’t find another bloke like Robert straight away, but hoped there’d be a reasonable-looking bloke interested in me. But no longer being a fresh face to the regular crowd and probably too picky myself, I failed to attract much interest that night or on subsequent Saturday nights. I went home once with someone who looked like a leather top, but he turned out to be a vanilla bottom who threw his legs up in the air! Having been lucky to find Robert on that first night out, I had to face the truth; bottom boys were plentiful and masterful tops were not!

Hesitant about approaching my fellow students at the University, and depressed at my lack of success at the Queen Alexandra, I stayed in my college room for the next two Saturday nights, masturbating over my memories of Robert and the guys from the party. The lack of connections at the pub was painful and disappointing; if only a replacement for Robert would magically appear!

However, there was someone I was thinking about while I wanked my dick, and that was Alex, an attractive bloke who I’d met when Robert and I had dropped by his house. Alex had seemed interested in me; partly because Robert had told him about my interest in submissive sex. I’d been attracted to him; he was my height, slim but not as skinny as me, dark-haired, clean-shaven and brown eyed. I’d only spent a few minutes with him, but the way he touched me and looked at me had excited me so much that he became a regular jerk-off image. But, unfortunately, he and his partner lived in London and had only been in town for a short time while they arranged the sale of an old family home.

My disappointing sex life continued almost until the end of the University term. One Wednesday afternoon I was spending the day studying for final exams, and popped into the college cafeteria near the end of lunch hour to get a coffee. Sitting down to drinkt, I glanced around the nearly empty room and was surprised to see the spitting image of Alex talking to one of my history professors. Only seeing his profile, I wasn’t absolutely sure it was him, but when he turned his head in my direction I knew it was him. He gave me a quick look, which seemed to show me that that he recognized me but couldn’t remember exactly why.

I was disappointed, but after all, we’d interacted for less than ten minutes a month ago. Soon the two men got up and walked out, leaving me to my coffee in what now an empty room. But a couple of minutes later, I looked up and he was striding back in my direction. He sat opposite me and smiled.

“I just realized where I know you from. You’re the boy with the butt plug up his bum that day with Robert, right? I just remembered he said you were a student here. I don’t suppose your degree is in cock sucking? Though if I remember from what he said, you don’t need training in that subject! So, how are you, bottom boy?”

After that indecent beginning, he settled down for a few minutes of normal conversation, telling me that my professor was an old friend from his own university days, and asking me about the courses I was actually taking. It wasn’t long before we ran out of polite chit chat as the sexual tension rose between us. Sensing I was too nervous to speak, he took charge and asked me if I lived in town or had a dorm room.

When I admitted to living two floors above where we were sitting, he asked what were we doing sitting in an empty cafeteria? I led him up two flights of stairs, down a corridor and opened the door to my room. Walking in after me, he closed the door and pushed me up against it, put one hand on my chest to hold me still while the other dropped between my legs and grabbed my balls. I offered no resistance, dropping my arms to my sides, looking into his eyes, eager to know what he intended.

My cock had grown hard just sitting across from him in the cafeteria, a fact that was now all-too obvious to Alex. The hand pressing me against the door moved over and slid under my shirt until it reached a nipple. Continuing to squeeze my balls while twisting my nipple, he bit down hard on my neck. I’d be spending the next few days trying to hide a massive hickey, but in that moment I didn’t care.

Alex knew from Robert that I was a true submissive, so my eager acceptance of his manhandling came as no surprise. I made no attempt to stop what he was doing and was disappointed when he suddenly let go, and sat down on my desk chair.

“I’ve got an appointment at three o’clock across town, so we don’t have much time. Get those clothes off; I want a good look at you. Once you’re naked I’ll let you suck my dick.”

I was only wearing a t-shirt, jeans, jockey shorts and trainers, so it only took a minute to get naked. He gave me a good looking over, and then motioned me to turn around..

“Skinny, but your bum’s good and plump. I bet I’ll jiggle when I fuck you. OK, on your knees and crawl over here. I don’t have time to waste.”

As I made my way across the rug, he pulled his trousers and underwear down to his ankles, exposing a half-hard, seven inch, uncut dick. Licking my lips, I stared for just a moment then leant forward to lick his balls, swirl my tongue in and around the foreskin, and then lick his whole length. His cock tasted of aromatic shower soap, which was disappointing, since I preferred sweaty dicks with hints of piss and cum. But, it was rock-hard, so I took him to the back of my throat, happily sucking away to my heart’s content.

Unfortunately, since he was in a hurry, I only got five minutes of licking and sucking before he pushed me off and rose to his feet.

“Get on your back and wank that cock. It’s looked ready to blow ever since you walked in here.”

He stood over me, jerking his own cock, which was glistening with my saliva, and after telling me to open my mouth, directed his first volley of cum into it, with the rest landing on my forehead, cheek and neck. I was so close to the edge that my own cum burst out almost simultaneously, with cum ending up on my chest and stomach.

Smirking at me as I lay in a mess at his feet, he pulled his underwear and trousers back up, told me I’d been a good boy and stood with his hand on the door knob. I was disappointed; I’d fantasized about him for the last month; and now he was running off after playing with me for a quarter of an hour! He’d used me to get himself off and I figured this would be the last I’d see of him.

I stayed where I was, waiting for him to exit before getting up. But then, instead of walking out the door, he came back to stand between my legs and placed his foot on my dick and balls, pressing down hard. My dick hadn’t retreated after my orgasm and was still erect. When it stayed stiff, he pressed down even harder.

“Christ, look at that. Oh, to have a teenage dick again. One that cums and cums and stays hard. So, tell me, have you still got the butt plug you were wearing when Robert brought you to my place last month?”

“Yes, he didn’t take it when he left.”

“Good. What’re you doing Saturday night?”

“Nothing, sir; I thought of going to the Queen Alex, but that’s not definite.”

“Be by the main doors here on Saturday at eight o’clock with that plug up your bum. I’m going to a cocktail party in Professor Baker’s room. I can’t stand academic gossip for too long, so I’ll need to get away by then. Be waiting, because I won’t hang around for you, OK?”

“Yes, sir, I’ll be there.”

With that, he turned on his heel and left, leaving me completely surprised. I’d gone from elation at seeing him, to excitement at having sex with him, to anger at our short play session, to pleasure at this final turn around. Wow, we were going to play again and he’d mentioned the butt plug. That meant ass play was on the menu.

Forgetting my studies, I ran down to the local chemist and bought a couple of fleet enemas. On Saturday, I used on in the morning and the other in the afternoon, ensuring I’d be as clean as possible for the evening’s activities. The day was warm, so at eight o’clock that evening, I was standing by the college entrance in a short sleeve shirt, jeans, trainers and no underwear. Half an hour later I was still waiting, worrying now about being stood up. But all of a sudden I saw him striding down the hill towards the carpark, without a nod in my direction.

Keeping me waiting so long and then ignoring my existence got me so mad that for a moment I was tempted to turn around and head on back to my room. But, of course, I was far too needy for that. I set off after him, like a puppy chasing its master, and managed to catch up to him by the time he got to his car. I could see he was angry about something, but at least he gave me a nod of recognition before getting in the car and unlocking the passenger door for me. But then he sat fuming and doing nothing about starting the car. Feeling nervous, I tried asking about the party, but that was definitely the wrong thing to say.

He barked at me; the other guests were either boring or stupid, one old enemy of his had been particularly insulting, and he’d drunk too much in response.

“And anyway, why are you sitting there doing nothing? Aren’t you supposed to be a cock-sucker? Do what you’re told and get on my fucking dick.”

I mumbled a nervous “Yes, sir, sorry sir, of course sir,” and got told that I’d “better fucking prove it.” He pushed his seat back as far as it would go, unbuttoned his trousers, pulled his dick out, grabbed hold of my head and shoved it down onto his surprisingly stiff cock. I settled down to do the best I could, achieving a regular rhythm which he liked enough that he took his hand off the back of my head and thrust it down between my legs where he tapped on the butt plug through my jeans.

He remained angry though, and I could hear him muttering about things said at the party by one particular guest, who he called a “condescending prick.” Losing his cool again, he stopped tapping the plug and grabbed my hair, using it to pump my head up and down on his cock, jamming himself into my throat, making me gag and choke. I could taste pre cum, evidence of how close to the edge he was. However, at what seemed to be the very last moment before orgasm, he managed to hold himself in check and pushed me off.

His anger seemed to have disappeared and sex had served to sober him up. Coming down from his orgasm, he became aware of me and grinned as he put his hand between my legs.

“Sorry. I was rough on you there for a minute. But you liked it; that cock’s pretty damn hard, I’d say.”

Seeing I was too embarrassed to answer, he laughed, started the car and fifteen minutes later we were at his home. As we walked up to the front door, he made a surprise announcement,

“Oh by the way, my friend Roland will be joining in.”

What the fuck, I thought! He springs a new bloke on me at the very last moment, when it’s too late to back out. I couldn’t pretend that threesomes were new to me, but he should have told me. One more example of the way he took me for granted. Still, of course, he was absolutely right; I got off on letting him ride all over me

He led me into the living room and introduced me to Roland, who was sitting on the couch in a bath robe. Like Alex, he was in his early thirties, but with blonde hair and a mustache in contrast to Alex’s dark hair and clean shaven face. Looking at him as Alex complained angrily about the party, I mainly noticed the thin legs sticking out from his bath robe. I didn’t get to see his muscular chest and big arms till later.

Roland, seeing me dithering in the doorway, beckoned me over, which had the benefit of stopping Alex going on about the party.

“Alex, how about opening that bottle of red, while Ben and I get to know one another?”

Alex turned immediately and left the room while Roland asked me questions about my studies at the University and my family, and eventually my sexual experience. Once he’d heard about my how short lived the last had been, he grinned and said,

“Sounds like you’ve been making up for lost time. We’ve known lots of boys like you; no sex while you’re growing up and then a big bang when you finally come out. I’m glad that Robert wasn’t spinning us a line when he told those tales about you.”

I glanced at the mantle clock and realized it was already past nine thirty, and that we’d been talking for half an hour with no sign of Alex or the wine. When I plucked up my courage to ask where he was, Roland said,

“Oh, I could see that he’d had too much to drink, so when I asked for red wine, he knew to open a bottle and let it breathe and take a short nap. He’ll feel better when he wakes up.”

Wow, I thought, Alex acts like a top, but it seems like he takes orders from his friend. Am I going to be dealing with two tops tonight? Ten minutes later, I began to find out. When Alex re-appeared he was wearing just a pair of tight shorts and carrying a bottle of wine with three glasses. When Roland asked, he said he’d had a good nap and was feeling top notch.

“Too many gin and tonics in too short a time; that was the problem. The wine is fine, let’s have a toast to an interesting evening”

He filled all three glasses and handed them out. I sipped mine, trying to keep a clear head, while they rehashed the disastrous party and then went on to talk about the house and about their friends in London. I drank my wine slowly while wondering why they had me there if all they were going to do was drink and gossip. Later I looked up at the clock on the mantelpiece and saw it was already eleven pm. When I turned back from looking at the clock, I realized Roland had seen me checking the time.

“I know it’s getting late. But we’re real night owls and we tend to forget that other people don’t stay up to all hours like us. What do you think Alex? Should we do something about our young guest, before he falls asleep on us? “

“Well, there’s something he could do right away, and that’s get naked. I’m sitting here in a pair of shorts and he’s still got all his clothes on.”

Eager to get things moving; I hurriedly stripped off my clothes. Once I was naked, Roland got me to turn around and to come close so he could see the butt plug up my ass. He gave it a playful tug then told me to turn and show him my cock, which had grown fully erect. He began slowly wanking it, fast enough to excite me but too slow to get me off. He fondled my balls with his other hand while Alex stood behind me tweaking my nipples and biting me on the neck, giving me another hickey to match the previous one.

All this simultaneous pressure on my cock, balls and nipples was overwhelming, made even more intense when Alex pushed his body up into mine and I could feel the outline of his hard cock against my butt. When Roland saw my eyes close and my head fall back against Alex’s chest, he realized how close to the edge I was. He ceased wanking my cock and began squeezing my balls painfully hard instead. I squealed in surprise and pain as my orgasm was stopped dead in its tracks. As my body shuddered with ruined arousal, he kept his grip on my balls and pulled me down to my knees in front of him.

“For heaven’s sake boy, you haven’t sucked a cock or let us put one up your ass yet, but you thought it would be OK to have an orgasm before us? Why would we let you do that? How long would we have to wait before you got hot again”?

I looked up at him in what I hoped was a suitably submissive manner, and begged,

“Sorry sir. I was so excited that I lost track of what was happening. I promise I’ll behave.”

He glanced at Alex, who’d come to sit on the couch next to him, and answered,

“The best way to make you behave is to give you a taste of the punishment you’ll get if you keep fucking up.”

He slid his dressing gown off his shoulders, revealing a muscular chest, big arms and a stiff, uncut cock. At the same time Alex stripped off his shorts, exposing the same uncut erection that I remembered from Wednesday. I was ordered to lie across his lap. Clearly, my punishment would be a spanking.

Eager to prove my submissiveness and to have it over with quickly, I got up off the floor and lay across his lap, with my feet and hands touching the floor and my hard cock sticking down between his thighs. He placed his arm firmly across my upper back to keep me still and began slapping my bum cheeks.

He spanked me twenty times, alternating cheek to cheek, hitting a slightly different place every time. Each individual slap was firm but not too bad, but the cumulative effect became painful. My bum was sore, but as always, punishment from a masterful older man had me excited; a state of affairs reflected in the hardness of my cock. Even as the blows rained down, it remained stiff, an obvious fact that told Roland all he needed to know.

“That dick’s hard as a rock and leaking pre cum. You’re still having fun and we’re still doing the work. Doesn’t seem quite right, does it? We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we? Get over here.”

Bloody hell, I thought, my bum’s hurting and he’s going to do more. I hoped he might not hit too hard and after all, my cock certainly enjoyed Alex’s handiwork. I did what I was told and lay across Roland’s lap, with his hand on my neck.

The moment his hand came down on my already smarting bum, it was clear this was going to hurt like hell. A barrage of painful blows on my already reddened bum followed, with the occasional swipe at my thighs and upper back. Almost immediately I was squealing and crying and begging for it to stop. I wriggled around, trying to jerk free, but his firm arm on my neck gave me no chance to escape.

Eventually, and thankfully, I heard him complaining that his hand was hurting and the spanking ceased. As Alex got up and walked out of the room, Roland’s hand ventured down between my legs, and found that my cock was reduced to a shriveled-up nub.

“Let that be a good lesson for you, Ben. Young men presume that everything revolves around their pleasure. That’s not true. A man’s needs should always come before a boy’s. Remember how painful this felt and don’t try to cum without permission.”

Earlier he’d been very pleasant and had seemed like a nice enough bloke, but this was his tough side; a useful lesson for a submissive that got off on discipline and loved the pleasure of pain. The beating he’d given me was the heaviest I’d endured up to that time, and showed me what my limits were. Not wishing to repeat the experience, I determined to keep quiet and do what I was told. Just then, Alex returned, carrying a jar of Vaseline and a bottle of poppers and Roland ordered me off his lap and onto my knees.

Looking up at him from the floor, I was struck by the difference between his big upper body and his thin legs. It was as if he spent hours in the gym, but never exercised anything below the waist. But I stopped thinking about that and turned my attention to what was between those skinny legs. I leant forward, eager to suck the hard uncut dick before me, but first he clubbed me across the face with it half a dozen times, leaving a trail of pre cum on my cheeks. Only then was I allowed to lick his balls, clean out his head cheese and take him into my mouth.