Meeting Other Boys Last Week


by Brad <mikeelmore@hotmail.com>

last week i met a few other college guys near russel square in london

There were four of us, we met at 7.30 in one of the students flats. I turned up in a long black coat, & delighted to their arousal as I revealed skin tight ripped levis, shredded around the butt, no underwear.

I work out, am very toned, a V back, ripped abs and the tighhtest ass thats ever ever bent for beating.

after the usual half hour of crass trivia and tension, i asked the guys if we were going to explore why we had come, some good english role play the other three guys were the same age, mid twenties

they couldnt take their eyes off my shredded faded denim I brought Declan to one room explained a scenario and sent him back into the the other guys

it took me five minutes to change from thevripped jeans but when I knocked and entered the room the guys gasped

before them wasnt the brash assertive hunk in jeans

but a whispering trembling student in pressed white shirt red blazer and knee socks

i held my head down and mumbled thinngs like sorry sir\ excuse me plaease sir

will i remove my blkazer please sir

the guys were uneasy at first but as i stood legs aparthands behind my back they got braver, more assertive, and decvlan began to take command, i went over to my long coat hanging on the door and produced a long thin ratten teachers cane

i knelt in front of the university student

head down and with both hands humbly bowed touching my long hair

off his boot

" the rod Sir"

it was only when i stood up ont of the guys gasped

_f_u_c_k_sake jesus look at the tightness of the bastards ass, _s_h_i_t_ those _f_u_c_k_in shoirts are so bloody short

paiul added, that hed never seen any pantsa on a boy as bloody tight

i just bowed whispering humbly, sis yes sir,. sorry sir

will i bend sir

may i ben further please thank you sir

and to their excited orders i replied

sir

youre really going to be beaten for these tight shorts you _f_u_c_k_in stud

sir

stretch more over the table

sir yes sir, thank you sir

then the slapping began, loud slaps that echoed filling the room, interupted by my grovelling and whimpering my writhing buttocks begged for more

and more was about to come


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