Spanking Pact

Rugby dad and the school master

It was Saturday night and Bruce was back from work, hot and sweaty in his suit and tie he stomped into his house on the hill on to the wooden floorboard of his pristine school masters house he got with his job at the boy’s college. He rubbed his crotch and rubbed his bell end through his trousers and adjusted his balls he sniffed his palm it smelt of balls sweat ripe he thought, his arsehole twitched, he felt a bit horny, he decided it was wine time. Bruce was 59 big juicy pecs and butt hairy crotch and arse and chest, muscle bloke, bald head with big black moustache.

The Pinot Noir stained the glass a bruised purple, Bruce sat in his leather wingback chair, the hide creaking under his six-foot-five frame, his woollen suit trousers had grown tight on his tree trunk legs in the chair he felt his underpants creek up in between his sweaty hairy arse cheeks, it was kind of uncomfortable but also felt good up his perineum, he sat deeper in the seat his underpants went right up his crack his arsehole twitched again and then his bellend twitched he flicked his big nipples through his shirt, he was horny, it felt horny. His study smelled of old parchment, piss, cum, man sweat, expensive tobacco, and the lingering scent of floor wax from the halls of the boys' school he commanded. He ran a thick finger over the edge of his silver-streaked Mustache, feeling the coarse hair prickle against his skin. At fifty-nine, and because he was big and bald Bruce possessed the kind of presence that silenced a room without a word he was a big bloke, big chest big back, his chest was big , juicy, he had big pig nipples that had gotten big from being worked on for years, nipples stood up perky, hairy., and a dense thicket of curly grey chest hair peeked from the open collar, he smelt his armpits and the stink mmm he got horned from his own man scent, smelt like his balls sack, pungent was a manly stink he reached down with both fingers and squeezed and flicked at his juicy big man nipples again, the pinch went straight to the bellend of his ten incher in his tight trousers. He felt the itch. It wasn't a physical ailment, but a hunger—a specific, predatory craving for the sight of a Mans big bare bottom that was his Achillies heal, big muscle rugby arses, or football players he wasn’t picky. He saw allot of lad’s arses at his job at the men’s college, well they were men not lads really 18-24 years old. He had to go to speak to one of the lads that day in the changing rooms the amount of men’s arses that were on show had lead to his hard cock now sat in the chair it was time to go on the apps he wasn’t a gay man he was just into mask man to man stuff mainly male to male spanking, he had always been a sporty bloke, ex-army, and male dominance and punishment had always been part of his life now he had a weakness for dom sub male on male spankings, he felt spankings given and taken were ways to show how masculine you are, he had started doing this first with his mates at college and then in the army and now with local fellas who were the same. He didn’t see it as gay but as but as male bonding.

He had been whipped and spanked by blokes and had given some bare ass whippings himself, this was his secret side no one knew. Bruce had looked at his body before and thought he was big muscle like a gorilla, with big juicy perky nipples on his juicy pecs. Nipple play was ok between guys nothing was off the table, in playing dares with a guy, it was macho fun that’s how he saw it.

Bruce had been married he saw this as just masculine man stuff from time to time, he had fooled around with other teachers at college it was not a big deal, he had a fetish for man to man spanking, it felt dirty, horny, reminded him of his spankings across his bare bum in Scotland his home, as an older teen. He found man to man boy sir fantasy horny and dirty. He flicked ...