The Ingram-Lewis Chronicles Pt. 03

"Well, now that I've agreed to your suggestion, what do I do next? How do we make it happen? I don't know Rose from Eve and I have only seen her a few times. OK; she's a pretty attractive girl, but how are we two going to get together?"

"Mr Patrick sir, there are certain things you need to know before you and Rose get together, or indeed before you start fucking any woman. What do you know about contraception?"

Of course Patrick had only the vaguest idea of the concept. Geoffrey, with no embarrassment at all, went on to explain to him the precautions he needed to take before dipping his wick into a woman. "Well sir, you are, I suppose aware that when a man and a woman have sex, it is the man's sperm which fertilises the woman's egg which leads to the conception of a new baby. So sir, if you are not married to the girl you are fucking, you do not want, by your act, to put her "in the family way", so it is vital that you use some form of protection to guard against this unwanted eventuality. It's something that happens a lot sir and unmarried mothers, as you well know, have an awful life. They are shunned by today's society, and I don't only mean the level of society you come from, sir; it's just as bad among the working classes."

Patrick listened intently to these words of wisdom as they dropped from Geoffrey's lips. "So sir, whenever you have sex with a woman, you need to use a sheath."

Patrick looked enquiringly at Geoffrey, who went on, "Yes sir, you need to wear a rubber sheath on your cock before you enter the woman. I know sir that no one ever talks about them but they are universally used by men of all classes who wish to control the size of their families. Those huge mid-Victorian families, consider our Queen with nine children, were as a result of rampant sex with no protection, so multiple pregnancies ensued. One asks oneself if the Queen and her husband had ever heard of birth control, judging from their prodigious output. One wonders how many more children she would have had, had Albert not died so young, for the Queen was clearly a very willing sex partner."

"So sir, what you need to do before having sex with a woman, is to roll a rubber sheath on your hard cock before any contact with her. Then when you reach climax and eject your sperm, it's caught in the sheath and avoids unwanted consequences. For sir, you need to know that although sex is seen by the church as being for the procreation of the species, let me tell you sir that women are just a keen to fuck for the sheer pleasure of it as are men. In fact sir, once they get a taste for it, many of them cannot live without regular sex with a man. It's not talked about at all sir, but it is a fact: still waters run deep, sir, that's a fact."

And with that, Geoffrey pulled himself up out of Patrick's bed and walked across to where he had left his clothes. Patrick started hardening again just looking at the sight of Geoffrey's muscular buttocks as he walked naked across the room. Geoffrey returned with a small packet in his hand. He opened the packet and pulled out a rubber, a condom as we would call it, which he showed to Patrick. "This is the sort of thing you need to wear when you have sex with a woman sir. Come on, Mr Patrick let me show you how to put it on, as I can see that you are already as hard as a rock and randy as a bull raring to go again."

Geoffrey then unrolled the rubber sheath over his partner's cock, whilst Patrick looked down at himself. Geoffrey then knelt on the side of the bed spread his legs and offered Patrick his arse. "Go on sir, just go ahead and do what I know you want to do; just fuck me hard again, this time wearing that sheath and see what you think."

Patrick looked down at his rubber clad cock and then did as Geoffrey had asked him, for it was quite true, he really did want to fuck Geoffrey again. And thus it was that Patrick experienced sex for the first time using a rubber, albeit on a man. When it was over, he said to Geoffrey: "Well that was still great, although I did notice a bit less feeling due to the sheath. But it's OK, and I get the idea, the sheath catches my load and protects the woman. So where do we get these from? I've never seen them anywhere?"

"Well sir, they are mainly sold by barbers' shops; places where only male clients go. There is a great deal of embarrassment about buying these things, as you might well imagine. But you can also get them at chemists' shops. They are never advertised or mentioned, but everyone knows that they are available. There is just one thing you need to know about rubbers, sir. Whenever you use one you must never use any oil based lubricant, as the oil quickly destroys the rubber and the sheath may burst; they are very thin sir, as you have seen."

"Anyway sir, don't worry about getting any rubbers yourself. I'll put a few in your top drawer tomorrow and then if Rose appears you will be well equipped. And don't worry too much about lubricants sir, women are not like men, when they are ready they lubricate themselves; its nature's way of helping the procreation process along sir."

"But, Geoffrey, I'm not at all sure what to do if Rose arrives and sets her sights on me. What the fuck am I supposed to do?"

"Listen to me sir. Stop worrying! You managed to get your arse fucked at school without really knowing what was going to happen to you and you quickly went on from there to become a star performer yourself sir. And that is not meant to flatter you sir, it's a fact. You handle your cock better than any other guy I know. So just relax sir; don't worry. Once you get together, you will find yourself hardening and your cock will tell you what you should do. You will find that it all comes naturally and there will be no problem, especially for an experienced person like you. Just remember to put on the sheath before you actually perform the act. As for the act itself, well, believe me sir, you won't need any telling what to do; it'll all just happen; you'll see sir."

"Now sir, you've had your second bit of fun for tonight, so how about letting me give you a return round sir. You're not the only one who is randy, sir", concluded Geoffrey with a laugh. And with that, he forced Patrick down onto his back and gave him a long and vigorous fuck in the mission position, before bidding him goodnight.

CHAPTER 5

After Geoffrey had departed, Patrick lay awake for a long time musing over all that had happened. He felt he had really learned a lot listening to Geoffrey. What luck to have found such an excellent teacher? And what if Geoffrey's thoughts turned out to be right and Rose did really turn up? Well, that would be something. How to deal with it Patrick did not really know, but he fell asleep telling himself that he would cross that bridge when he came to it. Patrick felt truly blessed that he had found so much sex in the first few days home, totally unanticipated, totally unforeseen and totally wonderful.

For the next few evenings Geoffrey turned up at Patrick's door around ten and the two young studs enjoyed each other sexually until the early hours. Patrick was bored during the day as there were not many people around and he had no friends locally of his own age. So he waited with keen anticipation the arrival of Geoffrey each evening after dinner. It was two days later, when Geoffrey suddenly said: "Sir, if you fancy a change of scenery, we could go and call on Tom in his bothy and see if he's interested in a threesome. I've already told Tom about your activities as a prefect at school, sir; the way you and your co-prefects maintain discipline. I can tell you, sir that Tom's eyes lit up at the thought of what you might be able to do for him."

Now Patrick had never had sex other than on a one-to-one basis so the thought of three of them getting together was at once exciting and slightly frightening. The very idea sent shivers down his spine, but the thought of such an "adventure", for that was how Patrick saw the prospect, was simply too good to miss; sex coupled with the chance to beat arse, manna from heaven indeed!

Tom opened the door of his bothy and welcomed his two guests. Patrick, who actually owned the bothy, had never before seen the place. Tom was lucky in that he had it to himself, for usually on large estates a bothy was shared by several young unmarried outdoor workers. The place was neat and tidy and consisted of one large room in which Tom lived and slept. A coal fired cooking range was provided, giving heat in winter and, miracle of miracles, running hot water. The toilet facilities, for what they were, were located outside. But for 1900, the place was really quite palatial and Tom obviously valued it. In fact, Tom was a model occupant compared with the rough way in which many such young workers lived.

Entering Tom's abode for the first time, brought home graphically to Patrick just how big was the divide that separated the classes. Here was a young man, his own paid employee, with whom he was about to venture into an illegal evening of sex, who lived a simple life with which he appeared utterly contented. Meanwhile, he, the lord in his manor, lived the life of a gentleman, waited on by servants with every luxury of the day. The thought of what the three of them were about to do together brought home that all men were really equal when it came down to it. In a few minutes they were going to be totally naked and fucking each other and if taken in flagrante delicto could find themselves in gaol for their activities together. The law and its execution by the courts was the great leveller. But Geoffrey had taught Patrick so much in such a short time, that Patrick already thought of him as an equal.

Surprisingly, for young employees are often embarrassed in the presence of their employer and find any conversation difficult, Tom had no problem in welcoming Patrick and Geoff (Patrick noticed immediately the use of the diminutive, something he could never do, however much he might wish) into his house. In typical northern fashion he had made a pot of tea and suggested that they all have a cup together so that Patrick could relax and feel comfortable. What Mrs Ingram Lewis would have thought had she known what her son was doing and what he was about to embark on, we shall never know, as, fortunately she was left forever in total ignorance of this hidden side of her son's character.

Tom began: "The news that you had been made a senior prefect at school must have pleased your mother no end, sir. Geoff tells me that at a public school prefects can discipline unruly boys with a cane and that you have beaten quite a number of naughty boys since your promotion, sir. I am sure sir, that Geoff has told you how close we two are together, but did he also tell you sir, that I have a slight perversion, at least I suppose that's what you'd call it, in that I like to have my own backside beaten from time to time?"

"You see sir, it's like this, I was once beaten with my pants down at school for being cheeky to the headmaster and I found that I actually liked the experience. It was painful but I found I really enjoyed being thrashed, sir. And since then sir, from time to time, I try to find someone who will give me a good thrashing. It really does wonders for me. Anyway sir, it's like this; I have tried get Geoff to oblige me but he won't do it sir. As you are here I wonder if you would mind obliging me sir and give my arse, pardon my language sir, a good beating. I really feel I need it."

Tom went on, "Sir, why don't you begin by giving me a good thrashing and then we can get on with our evening together; the three of us that is sir, if that's all right by you sir. I have made a switch so that you can get on with the bit that Geoff doesn't like. I don't have an actual cane, sir but the switch I've made is from this year's growth from an apple tree and it's very swishy sir. I hope it will do sir. And as I have already made it sir, you may as well try it out and see what you think sir; so please sir; do you think that we might get on with it? But of course sir if you don't think it's suitable, what I have made myself sir, then we could put it off and I could try to get a proper cane and you could do it another time sir, if that's what you would prefer sir. But I truly would like you do it sir, if you don't object, sir that is."

And there ended this verbal outpouring, peppered with "sirs" provoked probably by Tom's embarrassment at what he was asking, which anyone hearing it would have had to admit was a very rare request. Certainly Patrick had never known a schoolboy offer up his arse for punishment in the way that Tom had just done. Of course, what Tom did not know is that Patrick was absolutely delighted at the request and could already feel his cock hardening at the thought of what was to come. It did not matter one iota to Patrick whether he used an apple switch or a cane on Tom's arse. What was important was that he was getting an arse to thrash, which was something he dearly loved to do as much as Tom seemed to love being thrashed.

So, all in all, Tom and Patrick were a well matched pair, a sort of corporal punishment bottom and top, a situation not to be sneezed at. And it was also to be a first for him; he an eighteen year old schoolboy thrashing the naked arse of a twenty five year old. It was promising to be a highly homoerotic experience; one to be savoured and a perfect introduction to an evening of three man sex, although Patrick was not sure how that was going to work.

"Tom, go get your switch and let's all get stripped off and down to business."

At these words, all the tension and embarrassment Tom had been under just a few moments earlier totally vanished; the relief was palpable and things were going to go as planned. He handed Patrick the switch, which proved to be an admirably flexible implement, one quite capable of inflicting considerable pain on the recipient's arse. Tom started stripping off his clothes, followed by Patrick who motioned to Geoffrey to do the same. A few moments later the three young men, totally naked, stood looking admiringly at one another, for all three of them were very well equipped specimens of young manhood, Tom and Patrick giving a clear indication of what Patrick would look like in a very few years as he filled out into full manhood. It was already clear that Patrick, at eighteen, was going to be a splendid stud of a man by any standards.

"Right Tom, bend over the back of that chair and let me see you arse. Now, it's your call Tom, how many cuts do you want and how hard should they be?" As Patrick stood beside Tom's backside, Geoffrey handed him a bottle of oil and motioned to Patrick that he should lube up Tom's crack and anus, which he did.

"Well sir, I have to leave it up to you. You're the expert, but I reckon that to give me a real good thrashing so that my arse knows it has been properly treated you should perhaps count on a dozen strokes sir. Please be sure to lay them on well. I want it to hurt sir; not just a few light taps. Yes sir, lay them on well, sir and I'll be satisfied."

Geoffrey looked on as Patrick prepared to lay on the first stroke with this whippy switch, which really was a very vicious looking instrument. Patrick found himself viewing two unblemished buns. He asked himself when was the last time that Tom had indulged himself, for there was no trace of any earlier beating. So Patrick surmised that Tom, being someone who clearly needed discipline, had been desperate to get his arse roasted this evening for he was suffering from severe deprivation.

The fatidic moment arrived. Patrick gave a few gentle taps to Tom's arse, raised the switch and brought it down with considerable force at the top of Tom's buttocks. As the switch landed on the naked flash, there was a very satisfying thwack, which echoed around the room – or at least so it seemed. Then Patrick, who was very experienced in handling the cane, applied stroke after parallel stroke down Tom's arse, finishing with the twelfth stroke on the highly sensitive sit-spot at the top of the legs.

It was a real virtuoso performance. Geoffrey, looking on, winced at every stroke, while Tom made no sound. When he had finished, Patrick surveyed his handiwork, which was in the form of twelve closely placed parallel weals descending the full length of Tom's arse. Patrick also noticed that Geoffrey, who professed not to like beatings, had developed a rock-hard cock that was already dribbling precum, a sign that he had also experienced sexual arousal as the switch did its work.

Patrick himself was in the same state of arousal as both Tom and Geoffrey and before Tom could get up from the chair, he thrust his own cock deep into Tom's hole, thereby consummating his own favourite act; flogging arse and then immediately fucking it. Patrick did not hold back and gave Tom's hole as monumental a fucking as the thrashing it had just received. But now was the moment when Patrick was to learn one aspect of how three man sex functioned. Whilst he was totally engaged in vigorously pounding Tom's hole, he suddenly he felt a rock-hard cock up his own arse. Geoffrey had lubed up his tool and had thrust it, with no hesitation, into Patrick, so that the three young men were joined together by two cocks.

"Now", said Geoffrey, "Let's thrust together and we can all come to one simultaneous orgasm". Which is exactly what they did!

The three studs paused for a few minutes to recover from their efforts, for make no mistake, fucking butt can be quite strenuous especially in the vigorous way in which Patrick and Geoffrey went about it. But the results were quite spectacular in terms of intensity of their orgasms and the sheer quantity of sperm each guy ejaculated. And that included Tom, who had been the subservient bottom. Patrick, by his extreme vigour had brought him too to a great climax.

"Mr Patrick sir," said Tom, "You really are the tops. You are a master with the rod and a master with your cock sir. My god sir, how did you ever get to be so good so young sir? That was one of the best thrashings I've ever had and nobody, but nobody, has ever fucked my butt in the way you did sir. It was a unique experience sir; my god what a climax I had."

The next variant the three men tried was to let Tom shaft Patrick whilst he shafted Geoffrey. And so they went on for a couple of hours, until Tom suddenly said: "Come on Geoffrey, you wouldn't beat my arse, but how about letting Mr Patrick give you a few with the switch."

Geoffrey demurred, saying that he had never been subjected to a beating, to which both Patrick and Tom replied that every man should experience an arse beating at least once in his life, just so he knew what it felt like. Tom added that he might like it! "It will tone up your arse muscles a bit", he concluded laughing.

Patrick said that he had watched Geoffrey as he was beating Tom and had seen how quickly Geoffrey's cock had reacted. It had clearly been quite a homoerotic experience for him too, although he was loath to admit it. Anyway, much to the delight of both his partners he eventually agreed to let Patrick give him six cuts "by way of an initiation", as he put it. Patrick picked up on the word, as it implied that there might be further occasions. Or was it just an ill chosen phrase? Anyhow, Tom was delighted, whilst Patrick, that arch flagellator of naked flesh, was in seventh heaven. Two arse beatings in one evening; could it ever be any better?

Geoffrey finally bent across the chair and allowed Patrick to administer a little tender loving care to his virgin looking buttocks with Tom's switch. Patrick made sure that the six cuts he gave to his mentor really counted. He spaced each stroke so that Geoffrey finished up with an artistic set of evenly spaced parallel weals across his arse.