(Usual disclaimers apply)
The bus pulled up outside a hotel. The St Xavier rugby club players made their way into the reception area.
"Quiet!"
Tom the coach wanted our undivided attention. The excited players' guffaws and horseplay were replaced with silence.
"Each senior man will share with a junior player. Seniors will be expected to mentor their young roommates. No leading anybody astray, do you hear!"
There was a big laugh at that and then we were quiet again.
"Seniors, choose your roommate and then pick up a key from Reception".
Now, I was a weedy little guy. 18 years old but looked far younger. My father had played for the club but was killed during the war. Coach was sympathetic and encouraged me to play. However, I spent most of my time on the bench. 'Nobody will want to share a room with me', I thought. But then, much to my surprise, Faan Van der Berg the biggest man on the team made his way through the throng and spoke to me.
"You're with me in Room 27, Percy", he said in his deep voice.
I found my suitcase and followed the big lock up the stairs. My eyes were level with his muscular buttocks. The heat had caused Faan to sweat and his trousers were stuck inside his crack. One manly cheek was bigger than my entire puny buttocks.
We found the room. It was a typical country hotel in 1950. Two single beds, a wardrobe and a dresser. A wash-basin with a cold tap. And that was it.
Faan found his sponge-bag and cleaned his splendid white teeth. All the while he chatted to me, making me feel relaxed and at ease.
It was 9.30pm and we were ready to go to bed. The big man changed into light pyjamas. He was not shy about letting me see his big muscular body. I could not help but see his long, uncut dick and I guess he looked at my 'trouser snake' as well.
Faan reached under the bed and pulled out the potty. He grabbed his dick and sighed while emptying his bladder. Then he handed the pottie to me, and I was so relaxed I had no problem following his example.
We lay on top of our beds. Faan had given me the one nearest the window but the air was hot that night.
The big lock rolled a cigarette and began smoking. He asked me about my father and I told him what I remembered about him.
"So, Percy who gave you hidings while you were growing up?"
"Uh, no one".
"Ach, you have so much catching up to do".
He stubbed out the cigarette and swung his big legs over the side of his bed.
"Come here, Percy".
I got up and went over to him.
"What do you want, Faan?"
He replied by putting me over his knee. Warm hands peeled my pyjama bottoms down and then he started spanking my bottom.
"Ow! Wh-what are you doing ..."
"Smacking your bum".
His big hand continued to pound my white hemispheres.
"OW!! What did I do wrong"?
"Only you know the answer to that".
I immediately thought of half-a-dozen bad things which I had gotten away with - until now so meekly surrendered to him. Oddly, despite the hurt, for the first time in my life I was aware of a strange comfort. It felt nice having the big lock's undivided attention. His broad thighs supported me and I was even aware of his limp dick resting beside my squirming body. One huge paw pressed on my back, holding me in position while the other one chastised my nether regions with all the strength of a powerfully-built young man.
The hard spanking went on and on. My bottom was now very sore and my yelps of pain after each hard swat were heartfelt.
After an age, the spanking stopped. My pyjamas were pulled back up and Faan effortlessly cradled me in his arms.
"Go to sleep little Hansie", he said before planting a sweet kiss on my brow. He gently placed me face down on my bed. The affectionate nickname he had called me and the kiss, made me feel warm inside. The pain in my sorely-spanked posterior faded and I fell asleep. I did not wake up until a slatternly domestic brought us both a cup of brown dregs she called 'tea', at 6.30 the following morning.
"Don't stir unless you like it sweet", she said, simpering at Faan who was a devastatingly handsome man.
We were in the city for a week. Each day we played a different team. Every night at bed time I was back over the big lock's knee getting another hard spanking. I bounced and jiggled while straddling his massive thighs. His hand continued its relentless assault on my already tender behind. It got so he no longer needed to tell me to come to him. As soon as I had changed into my pyjamas I stood submissively before him. Afterwards, he tenderly put me in my bed and I slept like a log.
Thanks to Faan, for the first time in my life I felt valued and needed. The positive feeling spilled over onto the rugby field. In our last game a lucky break saw me scoring the winning try and the players carried me off the field in triumph.
That night we all trooped on board the overnight sleeper which was to transport us back to our country town. The steam engine whistled and the carriages jerked as we began the twelve hour trip. I watched the houses flash by the carriage window. The sleeper cabin had three berths, a double with a single on top. We had to share with Piet Conradie who was a couple of years younger than the big lock.
After the attendant had converted the Pullman chairs into bunks we changed into our pyjamas. Faan sat on the lower bunk and to my surprise Piet, the muscular young prop, Piet went to him. He handed Faan a leather belt.
"Don't make me take my pants down", he pleaded.
The big lock lifted Piet until he was positioned on the edge of the double bunk and then pulled his pants down for him. Faan laid into Piet's muscular buttocks with that wicked belt. The prop screamed a harsh gutteral noise after each forceful lick. I watched in awe as he took a very hard hiding.
Afterwards, Piet stood up, his hands furiously rubbing his red, swollen buttocks. He no longer cared about his privacy. I could see his shrivelled-up dick bounce up and down as a result of the rubbing.
"I get it worse at home", the prop confided.
"Ach", said Faan, "What does he use on you?"
"A whip", Piet replied, with feeling. He slowly pulled his pyjama pants back up over his fiery behind. He took the belt and flung it in his suitcase.
Faan sat on the edge of the bed and I went to him. My pyjamas were pulled down and I was once again resting on the lock's massive thighs. Faan excelled himself, giving me the hardest spanking yet. Piet braced himself in a corner of the cabin and watched as my behind was well-and-truly spanked by the lock's firm hand. I had tears in my eyes when Faan tenderly placed me in the double bunk. The lock climbed up to the single bunk while Piet clambered in beside me.
I awoke in the night to feel my erection pressing against Piet's fiery bum crack. He reached down with his hand and grabbed my dick until it touched his anus. He wriggled back until I was fully inside his slack, well-used canal. (At home, Piet shared a bed with two lusty older brothers). I thrust inside, marvelling as his inner-muscles awirled around my member. When I finally came, the sensation was the best ever. We fell asleep while I was still inside Piet. When I awoke in the early morning I was hard again. The resultant ejacqulation was just as good as the first one had been. My member filled the prop's rectum with hot spunk. After we had disengaged he took himself off and relieved himself in the carriage toilet.
All too soon we were back home and I said my goodbyes to my new friends, Faan and Piet. The players had introduced me to the manly pursuits of pain and pleasure. I faced the future with an optimism I had never felt before.