Team Spirit


by Ukboy <Unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com>

(Usual disclaimers apply)

I was a member of my rugby club's Under 19 team. After practice on Wednesday night we all showered together. It was not unusual to see welts or bruises on another player's buttocks. The year was 1950, after all, a time when many fathers still disciplined their sons. It was a bit incongruous seeing a player with his man's dick swinging under his big balls but with the marks on his backside which turned him into a boy again.

Now, it was unlikely that I'd ever play a game for our club. I just didn't have the build or speed required to make me a rugby player. I always turned up for practice but spent most of my time on the bench or tidying up the club rooms.

The coach was a grizzly old fart who yelled a lot but had a good heart. Daniel Venter, the captain of the senior team often attended the juniors' workouts. He was a man of 25, big as they come but with a brain along with all that brawn.

This particular Wednesday night I was collecting up the damp towels when Daniel came into the locker room.

"Hi Eddie", he said with a grin. He really was a handsome man. "Still working hard?"

"Just picking up the towels".

"Good man". He cleared his throat. "Did you see the welts on Baz's arse? His Old Man must have given him a really good hiding".

Baz was our lock and tough as they come.

"Yes, Daniel. He must have copped a good one".

The big man looked at me.

"You still get hidings, Eddie?"

"Uh, no". I blushed which probably made me look far younger than my years. "Dad died in the war so I never got it at home".

"Never?" Daniel repeated in his deep voice. "That's a real shame. A hiding is character building".

I looked at the floor.

"I got the cane at school".

"Well that doesn't really count. I mean you keep your pants on for a caning. Not like a bare bum hiding at home".

The big man patted me on the shoulder. Given the topic of conversation I was half expecting him to touch my bottom and felt a bit disappointed that he didn't.

"Time to go home".

We turned out the lights and the old Coach locked the door behind us.

"Goodnight Eddie"

"Night".

I walked home.

There was a rag of a newspaper in those days which published personal advertisements. A couple of nights after talking to Daniel I read this advert: 'Big brother provides correction for naughty lads. Expenses'.

Well, I could always do with the money and I was curious about hidings. So, I wrote a brief reply. A few days later I received a message suggesting we meet at a busy coffee bar. I'd know him from the medical books he'd be be reading at a table.

When the time came, I nearly didn't go through with it. I pulled myself together and decided there was no harm in meeting the fellow. So, I walked into the DeLuxe coffee bar at the appointed time.

There was the usual hiss of the cappuccino machines. Most of the tables were occupied. I slowly walked down the aisle until I saw the back view of a man with text booka all over the table. He turned around at that moment. It was Daniel!

"Maruis?" he asked, using the penname I had used in my reply to his advertisement. I nodded shyly.

"Come and sit down, Eddie". The big man grinned at me. "I'll get you a coffee".

I slid my haunches along the wooden bench. Daniel soon returned with my coffee and sat down opposite me.

"Sorry about all the books. I'm in my final year" Daniel explained. His big paws scooped the medical texts up and he packed them away in a briefcase.

"Have you had many replies?"

"No, just yours. I'd almost given up on finding someone". He looked at me while I sipped the coffee.

"Look about the 'expenses' in your ad. That's not why I'm here". I knew medical students were always short of money.

"That's very good of you, Eddie", Daniel said, looking relieved.

"Have you ever given a hiding before?" I asked him.

"Yes". The big man looked reflective. "My young brother who is about your age. Maybe a bit older. Father was away on business a lot and depended on me to correct young Breyton. That all ended when I came to the city to attend medical school". He looked me straight in the eye. "Eddie, I hope you consider me as your friend. I want to give you a hiding, maybe more than one if you need them, just as I did for Breyton. Let me be the big brother you never had".

I ate a custard square and sipped some more of my coffee until the silence got too much for Daniel.

"What do you say?"

"Yes".

"Good boy. Now, finish up your coffee and I'll take you home. Time that little backside of yours got the attention it deserves".

Outside the coffee shop Daniel unlocked his pushbike.

"Sit up here, on the bar - while you still can!" He grinned, disarmingly. I positioned myself on the bar and his big arms held me safe. Soon, we arrived at the hospital. 'I can always get treatment at Accident and Emergency', I thought. Daniel pedalled through an alleyway and we ended up outside the single men's quarters.

Daniel shepherded me inside his small apartment. There was a room with a desk and books stacked all over the floor. Through an open door I could see an unmade single bed.

The big man threw his briefcase against the door.

"It's ok, Eddie. We won't be disturbed here. Everyone else is out for the evening".

He closed the door, pulled the curtains over the windows in both rooms and turned on the electric lights.

"Come in here".

"Daniel, is there somewhere I can have a pee?"

"Sure. Across the hall, two doors down".

I found the communal bathroom and had a nervous pee. While I was washing my hands a man came into the bathroom. He was a year or two younger than Daniel. He looked at me enquiringly.

"I'm a friend of Daniel Venter's", I explained.

"Any friend of Dan's is a friend of mine. Os Smit". He held out his hand. After the handshake he said: "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm busting". His hand ripped open his flies and he pulled out his big dick. He turned towards the urinal and sighed with relief as his powerful stream hit the porcelain.

I went back across the hall and into Daniel's apartment.

"There was a man called Os in the bathroom", I reported.

"Ach, no!", the big man sighed. "Usually he's away giving his girl a good rooting".

Daniel handed me a thick leather strap.

"Look at this Eddie and think about what it will be doing to your backside very soon. I'll just see about Os".

He left the apartment, making it seem bigger. I felt the supple leather and shivered. Then I heard Os' voice.

"Like I said, she's got her period. Anyway, the boy won't mind ..."

Both men burst into the room and the strap fell to the floor with a clatter.

"Sorry about this Eddie", Daniel said. "I told Os about my giving you a hiding and he insisted on watching". He looked disappointed. "Is that ok with you?"

"I guess so".

"Good boy. Now kneel up on the bed".

He pulled the bedding back over and I got into position. Warm hands undid my braces and pulled my trousers and underpants down, until they were just below the swell of my buttocks. Os was in my field of vision and I watched him covertly rub the big pole tenting the front of his trousers.

There was movement behind me and then I felt the leather connect with my upturned bottom. A broad river of pain snaked around my nether cheeks. I bellowed with the pain of it.

"Leather hurts", Daniel said. "It's ok to yell".

Again and again the strap licked my boy-arse. I was totally absorbed by the hurt being inflicted by Daniel. Os was forgotten as I surrendered to the lash. I do not know how many licks I took but my voice was hoarse from yelling, long before the hiding was over.

After the strap finally fell to the floor, I felt my chastiser's hands pull my clothing back up. He helped me to my feet.

"Good lad", Daniel said and then he gently kissed me right on the lips the way brothers sometimes do.

"Can I show Eddie my backside?" Os asked and Daniel nodded his agreement. The man pulled his trousers and underpants right off. His arse was a mass of cane weals. He'd had them for a while and they were starting to fade.

"Os is the newest member of the senior team and we indoctrinated him about two weeks ago".

"20 strokes of the cane, one from each member of the squad. Hurt like hell".

I'd heard rumours about the cane being used on senior players and this confirmed them.

"While you've got my bum bared how about a hiding with the belt?" Daniel asked Os.

"If you want".

The man stripped naked. I could see his long dick and he made no attempt to cover it. His body was covered with black hairs. When he bent right over and touched his toes there were hairs on his arse as well. His legs were far apart and I could see inside his crack and his large anus. I'd never before seen anything so wonderfully obscene as that big brown pucker.

Daniel laid into Os' firm, muscular arse with the strap. The flying leather was hypnotic and I watched every hard lick. My own buttocks throbbed painfully as though out of sympathy for Os.

Soon, the man was yelling after each lash. Then he jumped to his feet and furiously rubbed his backside.

"The boy took more than you", Daniel said.

"I know. He's a tough little kid".

The man slowly got dressed, stuffing his fat penis inside his clothing last.

"Yes, he is", Daniel agreed.

"Well, I'd better turn in. Good night".

Os left the flat, still rubbing his muscular buttocks.

"I'm really sorry about that, Eddie", Daniel said.

"It doesn't matter".

"Yes it does. A boy has the right to take his hiding in private. It's not a spectator sport".

"I watched you give Os a hiding" I pointed out.

"It's still not the same".

As I said my goodbyes, Daniel touched my blazing posterior through my clothes. "Light a fire with that". Again he kissed me, a fraternal touching of lips which made me feel more valued and accepted than at any other time in my short life.

The weeks flew past. I was keen for another hiding but Daniel had exams and when he was available we had no place to do it. My mother was always at home and the rugby club building was off-limits. He was as frustrated as I was.

One night after the under 19 practice Daniel asked me if I'd be able to help tidy up after the Senior men.

"I'd be glad to", I said.

"I knew I could count on you, Eddie. Come to the senior practice tomorrow".

So, the next night I arrived at the rooms, just as the big men were hitting the showers. I looked at their big, muscular, bodies. Marvelled at the manly buttocks and spectacular wedding-tackle on display.

The Coach left and Captain Daniel and the men got dressed. I collected up the discarded shorts. They were still warm from the firm young bodies that had worn them. I held them to my nose and inhaled the musky odours and man-scents.

"You little fooker!" Wout, the big lock grabbed me by the ear and hauled me to where the other players were.

"I caught him sniffing our ripe shorts".

"Is this true, Eddie?" Daniel asked.

I dropped my head in disgrace.

"Yes", I whispered.

"Best nipped in the bud," one player said and there was a chorus of agreement. The men looked at me with anger. I wished Os who was working nights that week had been there to protect me.

"The little devil!" One man exploded. Another produced a three-foot length of rattan from a locker.

"He needs a _d_a_m_n_ed good thrashing".

"Agreed", said Daniel.

Some of the players made their excuses and left. A hardcore of eight would-be chastisers remained. I gulped and bit my lip.

"Hold him!" Wout grabbed my head and pulled it down towards his crotch, bending me over. Hands unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them and my underpants right off. My legs were forced apart and I could feel the cold air on my anus. Knowing that the seniors could see a part of my anatomy not usually on display made me blush.

"Like a baby's behind back here", one man observed.

"His arse is still big enough to take the hiding he deserves", another man said.

"One stroke each", Daniel ordered.

The lock held me tightly to him. I could smell his manhood. That uncompromising male hardness pressed against my face. If I'd opened my mouth I could have licked the fat torpedo which was straining his trouser buttons. I decided I was in enough trouble.

At school I had only ever received one stroke of the cane during a class beating. The master was old and the stroke only stung for a moment. This was going to be much, much worse.

"I'll go first", Daniel said. There was a rush of air and then a whup! noise. My buttocks exploded with shards of pain. I yelled but the sound was muffled because my face was still squashed against the big lock's trousers. Daniel had inflicted the cut with a clinical efficiency worthy of any final year medical student. The pain was unreal.

Each man administered one stroke to my quivering behind. The pain was ferocious and tears stung my eyes. Nothing else in life had ever hurt as bad. Just when I thought it was all over I heard a voice through the haze of pain.

"What about me?" It was the big lock. "They were my shorts he was sniffing as well".

He released his hold on me and I bent right over, submissively, the way that Os had done.

"Never mind the stick, Wout", one man said to the lock. "Whack the boy with that big log which is in danger of bursting your trousers". There was laughter from the men who were now relaxed. The ancient ritual had wiped the slate clean. The lock aimed the cane diagonally so that the stick cut a cruel new path through the forest of angry weals on my tortured backside. I screamed and fell to my knees.

The beating was over. Slowly I got to my feet Someone handed me my clothes and others helped me get dressed.

"No hard feelings?" one man asked.

I shook his hand and then then the hands of the other players. One tousled my hair and praised me for taking my punishment like a man.

Daniel and I were the last to leave. He walked with me back to my house. At the gate he said:

"If you're still up for regular hidings, I'll figure something out".

"I am".

"Good boy. Now fill a basin with cold water and douse your tail in it".

His big hand gently touched the painful ridges through my trousers. Then he rewarded me with a sweet, fraternal kiss that seemed to last for ever. I was hurt but contented.

A fortnight later, doctor friends of Daniel's who lived in the country went away on holiday leaving the big man the keys so he could water their house plants. We grabbed the heaven sent opportunity and the strap peppered my bare tail long and hard.

I blame Os for what happened next. He must have told some of the senior players that he had seen me take a hiding, not as punishment but for pleasure. One by one the big men courted me like old-fahioned suitors. Finally each man asked if I would take a hiding from him? Mindful of the need to keep any evidence of my betrayal from Daniel I told the men not to leave any welts or bruises.

So, every night I was getting belted on the hands and spanked on the bare bum by one of the senior players. I could feel their swollen manhoods press hard against me. But, that was the extent of our carnal connection. The men took their stiffies home to wives or girlfriends who must have wondered why they were being pleasured on several nights of the week instead of just the 'Saturday night special'.

The exception was Wout who was shy around girls. He introduced my bottom to 'fooking', a far more intimate activity than spanking. This is not the place to chronicle such goings-on.

Of course, the men's off-field antics played havoc with their game and they finished the season at the bottom of the Premiership table. When Daniel realised what had happened he dropped me like a hot spud. The other men treated me like a leper. I would have been achingly alone again if it hadn't been for big Wout.

I really missed all those tough rugby players giving me fiery spankings. So, I put an advert in that rag of a newspaper: 'Bad lad seeks correction from gent. Sorry, no rugby players'. A flood of replies produced one stable, reliable, rigorously-painful contact. He played cricket. That summer I had many meetings with him, and, later, the members of his team......


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