Tiernan was black Irish, rough black Irish. When he was growing up his family had a mobile home and they were forced to move from time to time when their presence was deemed unsavoury in an area. Naturally, the kids he encountered, especially the boys, were tough and fist fights were a regular occurrence. The fights were often encouraged by the fathers who enjoyed betting on the outcomes. In this environment, the rod was never spared and kids regularly had their backsides whipped. Kiernan and his four siblings were actually rather fortunate because his father’s discipline never extended beyond corporal punishment, unlike many other kids who were subjected to fists.
The wives in this environment were also frequently punished. Many had to endure black eyes and bruises, but here again; Tiernan’s mother came off lightly. She was given a spanking at least twice a week, but Tiernan and his siblings were well aware that it was part of their parent’s foreplay and therefore, it didn’t cause them distress. The kids were all sent outside during one of these episodes. It always fascinated Tiernan, how his mother seemed to glow and his father sat gloating with masculine superiority when the children were again allowed indoors. He was always intrigued by the smell of sex pervading the interior afterwards.
When Tiernan became a man which according to his ‘da’ was sixteen, his dad told him that women loved a man who showed control. “Don’t believe all the modern bullshit you hear, boy, women want a man who takes charge.” His dad, however, then went on to say, “Don’t ever be cruel like the other thugs around us, but always be sure show your authority.”
These words had a great impact on Tiernan. He would never be violent to a partner in his life, but domination would always be part of his method. The soft approach to sex, however, always bored and dissatisfied him. If he couldn’t make a lover writhe and plead as he ‘oppressed’ them, then the entire exercise was a waste of time. ‘Agony and Ecstasy’ were like conjoined twins in his mind’s eye. One without the other was like watching a fish without fins, trying to swim.
By the time Tiernan left his paternal dwelling to live on his own, he was five-foot-ten tall and eighteen-years-old. He wasn’t a huge guy but his body was solid and powerful. Tiernan was unconventionally good-looking. Being black Irish he obviously had a slightly darker complexion, unlike most of his fellow countrymen. His dark brown eyes were riveting and topped with luxurious dark eyebrows. The hair on his head was thick, straight, and jet black. Although shorter around the sides of his head, the hair on top was longer and slicked back with the hair oil he favoured. This oil gave his hair a shimmer that he particularly liked.
Unfortunately, due to the many fights Tiernan was involved in his once handsome face was somewhat compromised. His former elegant nose had a sunken bridge having been broken on a few occasions. Beneath his nose, he had a thick scar leading to his upper lip, which almost gave the impression that he may have had a harelip as an infant. Though he had never lost any teeth during fights there were, nevertheless, chips that bore witness to those encounters. Tiernan had no facial hair other than two-day old stubble that constantly covered his chin. These flaws, remarkably, gave him the sexy demeanour of a ‘warrior’ and attracting women was never a problem.
Tiernan loved fucking and as long as it was human and alive, he couldn’t give a shit if they were male or female. His sex drive far exceeded that of any normal man. Truthfully, because of his predilection for rough sex he actually preferred men. Women were inclined to moan to quickly when he got robust in bed. If he got too carried away with females there could also be implications, with a guy, however, the likelihood of repercussions were extremely remote. Sometimes, people had to learn new boundaries and he was a master at extending boundaries. Tiernan wasn’t a sadist and even with guys, if he sensed they were not enjoying his machinations he would simply tell them to fuck off.
By the time Tiernan was twenty-five, he had been employed at a tyre fitment centre for seven years. He was a hard worker and his boss liked him. Early on his boss had made it clear that thuggish behaviour would not be tolerated and therefore, Tiernan had learned to cool his temper and no longer got involved in fights. Even at his local pub Tiernan behaved himself and managed to sidestep any fracas that were developing. He was always far more interested in getting laid than fighting, in any case.
At the fitment centre the men worked in teams of two. Given his experience Tiernan was naturally the senior partner. The day that Tiernan met his new partner after the previous one left the business, was to be a life changing experience for him.
When his boss introduced him to Bradan, the new boy, Tiernan got more excited than he had been in a long while. Bradan was entirely up Tiernan’s street. Bradan’s neat body looked incredible in the standard issue dark green overall that all the workers wore. The overall looked like it had been poured onto Bradan’s body and showed off his bubble-butt to perfection. Good-looking as Bradan was, nevertheless, the overwhelming feature that had Tiernan’s heart racing was that Bradan was a ginger boy.
The combination of red hair, blue eyes, and very fair skin were like an elixir to Tiernan. As they spoke, Tiernan imagined what Bradan’s pork sausage, surrounded by amber fuzz would look like. He also imagined his hands parting Bradan’s bubble-butt to reveal a tight pink pucker. Next, Tiernan almost salivated at the thought of Bradan’s plump cheeks and how good they would look, once Tiernan had warmed them up with the short strap he kept in his bedside drawer. There was a look on Bradan’s face that intrigued Tiernan. Tiernan was a master at telling if guys would yield to his advances and he was sure that he was detecting that propensity with Bradan.
Tiernan had to remind himself to take things slowly as they began to work together. Tiernan set about gradually garnering information about Bradan. This was Bradan’s first job after leaving school and he was still living with his parents. Bradan also didn’t have a girlfriend. Tiernan was crazy about the way Bradan blushed every time Tiernan made a lewd comment. It became abundantly clear that Bradan was very naïve and had grown up in a very strict home.
As the days passed, Tiernan also told Bradan about his upbringing and how rough it had been. Bradan was totally fascinated by this. Each scar and chipped tooth of Tiernan’s was an initiator for yet another tale, with which as he regaled Bradan. Apart from their conversations, Tiernan also began to introduce a physical aspect to their interactions. There was the odd touch here and there and standing behind Bradan with their bodies touching, as he inspected one or other thing Bradan had done became the norm. Tiernan was always rewarded by a blush on Bradan’s face, a habit that totally charmed Tiernan.
Tiernan also began to intensify his comments of a more sexual nature, sometimes becoming quite graphic in his descriptions. Of course, Bradan blushed furiously, but Tiernan could see the total enthrallment on his face.
One afternoon, Tiernan decided to take things a little further when he mentioned that he was growing tired of women and thinking of reverting back to ‘alternatives.’
“Are… you, bisexual?” Bradan stammered, with a flushed look on his face.
“Fuck, Bradan, I’m any-sexual,” Tiernan uttered, with a chuckle.
Tiernan had played his card and decided to back off for the rest of that day, to allow his declaration to simmer in Bradan’s mind. Tiernan was relieved to see that Bradan didn’t seem too perplexed after that.
The following day, when they were in the pit under a vehicle and attending to the wheel alignment, Tiernan glanced around at their immediate vicinity to see if the was anyone close by. Happy that there wasn’t, he moved up behind Bradan. Tiernan had a raging hard-on, which was a frequent occurrence in his life. Tiernan then commenced bumping Bradan’s bubble-butt with his crotch. Tiernan was very relieved when the boy stood firm. After a short while, Tiernan moved his arm around Bradan’s body and rested his hand on Bradan’s crotch. The pork sausage was rock-hard.
Tiernan toyed with Bradan’s dick for several seconds before opting for discretion. As their bodies separated Tiernan knew that he was going to pluck the finest cherry of his lifetime. Tiernan was bemused by Bradan’s shyness after their incident but knew the fish had been hauled in and only needed to be scooped up in the net. Later that day, Tiernan asked, “Would you like to go to the pub with me after work on Friday?”
“Sure,” Bradan answered, before continuing, “Luckily, my folks are going away for the weekend and leave on Friday, so my dad won’t be able to give me lip.”
“Doesn’t he like you going to the pub?” Tiernan queried.
“Nah… not really,” Bradan replied.
“Well, then we can have a few extra drinks, because I live close to the pub and you can stay over at my place.” Tiernan contentedly suggested.
“Okay, if that’s alright with you?” Bradan answered.
Tiernan didn’t reply but simply gave Bradan a wink.
With two more days of work before their Friday night date a few more bumps and gropes took place, as they worked together.
When they arrived at the pub that Friday night, Tiernan decided to take their discussions to a more personal level. Bradan had never elaborated on his strict upbringing and Tiernan wanted to know more about it.
“Did your dad ever beat you?” Tiernan asked.
“Never with his fists or anything like that…” Bradan shyly replied. Then after a few moments he told Tiernan about ‘The Punisher,’ a short strap with a wooden handle that his father used on him. Bradan had to pull down his trousers and underpants and then laying over the side of his bed, his dad would spank his arse. Then, curiously, with an almost regretful look on his face, Bradan went go on to say that his dad had stopped his spanking regimen a year before.
“How often did you get spanked?” Tiernan asked.
“At least once a week... I am rather clumsy and tend to break a lot of things. My father would ‘accumulate’ my breakages and then on Friday nights spank me in accordance with my damages. Once, I broke a beautiful vase that was a family heirloom and that night my father went ballistic.” Bradan replied, smiling.