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This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men.
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COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 15 (In the Highlands)
"It's funny when you talk about your `boys', Uncle George. They are not boys any more, are they?" Colin was sitting Indian-style at the kitchen table dressed in nothing but one of Uncle George's large t-shirts, double Colin's normal size. Uncle George, making the kitchen ready from the lunch, grinned.
"I've always called them `my boys'. Even though they are not identical twins, I still often managed to mix up their names. Boyd and Doug have in a way been my sons since they lost their parents. And yes, they are forty-five now, grown up responsible men, but still my kids, you know?" Uncle George was making tea.
"You see them often?" Colin knew both Boyd and Doug from his university, since he met them as security guards on the main gate the day he walked into the campus for the first time. "I don't see them so much in Glasgow now that I'm living in an apartment," Colin stated.
"They always drop in when they are home at weekends, but you know Doug is very happy with his MacGregor lad and Boyd often has his young friend from Edinburgh." George sat down beside Colin and served him the last piece of rhubarb tart.
"MacGregor, yeah, Charlie said he was a MacGregor through his father although he had taken his mother's surname. He had quite a miserable life until he met Doug. I'm so happy for him. He's a great vet-student, you know?" Colin poured some fresh milk into his tea.
"Aye, the lad tells me everything." Colin smiled when Uncle George suddenly looked down at the old wooden kitchen table as if he was a bit embarrassed. "You see Charlie stays with me every third weekend when the boys are out hunting. They still need some time together, just the two them."
"Yeah, right!" Colin smiled. "I wondered if the two suddenly had stoppedÉ bonking!" Colin had seen the twins have their nightly fuck more than once. "He can't get a proper sleep if I haven't emptied him!" Boyd had said about his brother, Colin remembered.
The afternoon tea chat ended when an old-fashioned car moved into the front yard and parked behind Colin's `yellowbird'.
"We have a visitor, Uncle!" Colin said. George didn't seem surprised.
"Good, very good! Joseph is in real service mood today. He's curious, that tomcat!" George opened the door for a man his own age carrying a large package wrapped in grey paper.
Colin didn't feel quite right. He was almost undressed, but he had to stand up when the man passed his uncle with a hand held out in greeting.
"Please meet my old schoolmate, Joseph. He's a tailor, you know. He settled back here after retirement," George said. "And this is Colin, the lad I've told you about." The two shook hands. The fragile-looking man had a very firm handshake.
"Your new lollipop, I understand," the man teased. "Pretty understandable." The man placed the packet on the kitchen bench.
"You want some tea, Joseph, or perhaps a whisky for the cold weather?" George had already found a bottle and a glass.
"Aye, you know me, old chap. Bad habits, young man! Cheers!" The man lifted his glass and looked at Colin. Colin looked at the two old men, same age yes, but different Ð the one an old hunter and farmer, the other probably a city guy.
"I have done the job for you, George. Think young Colin here should try it on so we could check if the size is correct!" The tailor went up to the bench and unwrapped the paper. Inside were a dark-coloured kilt and a knitted traditional sweater.
"Very good of you, Joseph!" George knew pretty well why his friend wanted to check the size himself.
"This is not a kilt for big occasions, Colin. It's my every-day one, my first real one Ð originally my father's, so it's well-used. I hope you might wear it at the cottage. Joseph has restored it. My mum knitted the jumper- think I was twelve at the time, but big for my age." George lifted up the traditional grey woollen sweater.
"It's good as new." Joseph showed Colin. "It's baby wool for your tender skin!" The man used a hand to touch Colin's partly-naked back. "I've placed leather patches on the elbows and it will fit you well, I'm sure."
"Please try the kilt on, laddie! I really wonder if it's your size." George made room for Colin.
"But I'mÉ" The porn show model who had stripped for a large group of men quite recently in France was suddenly shy when he placed himself barefoot in the middle of the kitchen floor and lifted George's baggy t-shirt above his head. He was naked as the day he was born. With two hands, he covered his crotch.
"No need to be shy, Colin. You know our national habit. Let me see if the belt is correct." Joseph placed a hand on Colin's waist and pulled him close. When the kilt had been arranged to his satisfaction, no place on Colin's lower body had been untouched by Joseph's hands. Colin closed his eyes and tried to stay cool, but the rough material and the warm hands made him present a rock-hard erection.
The tailor touched the belt again. "Move your arms and let me see if it fits!" Joseph commanded now. He opened the kilt, saying, "I have to make one more hole in the belt." He stripped Colin again. In front was a youngster showing the old men a dripping stiff beauty. The 10 cm (4 inch) dick with wet glans dripped a long thread of pre-cum.
"Sorry, sir! You made me so damn hard!" Colin did not cover up.
"I think I had a hard-on the first time I wore that kilt myself, Colin! It's common and you are young!" George smiled and combed Colin's curly hair with his fingers.
"I think you should thank Joseph for the job he has done!" George grinned. Colin looked at him and smiled too. "Clean up that beauty, Joseph. He tastes like honey!" George used a finger to catch the dripping pre-cum. Then, with a light touch, he pushed Colin forward to Joseph's open mouth.
In a few minutes Colin went from a passive receiver to an active mouth-fucker. With hands on the back of the man's head, and with the man's two hands cupping his buttocks, he mouth-fucked him without mercy.
"I'm cumming, sir. I'm cumming!" Colin cried and tried to withdraw. The man held him tight, and Colin couldn't stop. The first blast hit the man's throat, and so did the next. With a cough, Joseph swallowed and emptied his mouth for the coming spurts. Even if Colin had cum not that long ago in George's bed this situation had filled his balls again.
"I think you need another whisky, old chap!" George grinned when the tailor, with wet eyes, swallowed the load and then used his tongue to lick the still rock-hard young cock in front of him.
"No, I want to keep the taste of this young man. Not often I get the chance, not often! Think I need your bathroom, George." In a hurry, Joseph left the kitchen.
George hugged Colin. "I hope I didn't embarrass you, dear. Joseph is very kind, and hundred per cent loyal. This will be our secret!"
Colin put a hand underneath his uncle's kilt. "Jealous grandpa?" Colin found a half-hard wet cock after the small show.
"No, I'm just happy if you can use my old stuff!" George hugged him and the two met in a long tender kiss.
"You'll find a new shirt and stockings and even a basic sporran in my bedroom. Fetch it please, and let Joseph dress you up before he leaves!" Uncle George gave Colin a loving spank on his naked buttocks.
Colin felt a bit strange, but very comfortable, when he had a walk down the main street in the village. In the cold weather the woollen sweater was very comfortable. On the other hand he felt almost nude walking in a kilt without underwear for the first time in months. Just the thought and the rough feeling from the fabric made him constantly hard, but the sporran covered the tenting. He went into the pharmacy and found the sunblock cream he looked for. He hoped for a nude weekend with his professor at the cottage if the sunshine was back like the weather forecaster promised.
"Boyd will be here with the car in ten minutes!" Uncle George shouted from the kitchen. "Doug and Charlie will meet us at the pub. You finished admiring yourself?" Colin was back in the kitchen after some styling in the bathroom. "You like the kilt, laddie?"
"I do, very much, but the sweater is too hot indoors." Colin was dressed in the new silk-like shirt. "This shirt must have cost you a fortune, Uncle. You spoil me!" He went up to the old man and hugged him.
Uncle George seemed a bit embarrassed. "Hurry up, son. Boyd's outside. Something he wants to show you in the four-wheel drive."
Boyd met Colin with a high-five just outside the car. "Long time since I saw you, Colin! You look like a young George today. Damn sexy!" Boyd grinned. "Miss you from last year when you used to sneak inside after your nightly visits to your Norwegian teacher."
"Aye, I live very proper in town now!" Colin responded. "Uncle George said you had something to show me." He changed the subject.
"You drive!" Boyd jumped inside and so did Colin.
"You often have to double-clutch when switching down to low gear," Boyd instructed.
"Was that the new info?" Colin grinned. "Always been like that! Nothing else?" The lad looked over the Highland guy in a side view. The handsome ginger-man was hairy and well-built. "He looks much younger than 45," Colin thought.
"May I fuck you, Colin?" Boyd did not hide his intention.
"I thought you would never ask!" Colin placed one hand on Boyd's crotch. "You have been tenting since I met you."
"I've been tenting since early this morning when Uncle George told me you were staying here overnight! Drive behind the church into the old garden. No one will be there." Boyd had already stripped off his military-style shirt and was struggling with his belt.
Colin parked the car between some trees giving shade and cover. "I have to undress, Boyd, as I can't risk damaging this new outfit. You have to help me. You're going to fuck me in the car? Open the back door, please." Colin stressed with the sporran but moments later Boyd was there, and undressed Colin as if this was his daily routine. A fully naked Colin bowed down and helped Boyd to remove his khaki shorts and boxers in one operation.
"Wow!" was Colin's intelligent comment. It had been some months since he had played with this thick, veiny cock, twenty centimetres (eight inches) in length, surrounded by ginger-coloured hair and pointing forward above the heavy, low-hanging balls. He used one hand to cup the balls as if to weigh them. The other hand pulled the foreskin all the way back. He tried to get the cockhead inside his open mouth, and managed after using spit and his tongue. Boyd moaned at the rough treatment.
"Take it easy, boy. We still have half an hour. I have ordered lamb stew tonightÉ" The man had trouble speaking.
Colin looked at Boyd with wet eyes after the rough action. "Uncle has opened me today, but you need to help me to get that devil inside!" Colin kissed the cockhead. "And you want to fuck me like a chick I guess Ð your style Ð still?"
"Aye, I want to play with your tits, and I want to kiss you, and I want to make you scream with joy, okay?" Boyd helped Colin to climb into the back of the car. The thin mattress there looked well-used. Colin lay down, spread his legs and lifted them to the roof. Two very convenient hooks were well-placed for his feet.
"I'll use our belts," Boyd said and soon afterwards Colin was bound. Boyd stood on the ground outside the car and started a wild job with his mouth and tongue. He licked Colin's wet dick, and grinned when Colin managed another drop of clear pre-cum. He sucked his small hard balls and then he found the already opened boy-cunt.
"Your pussy is tight as always. Was Uncle George soft today?" Boyd grinned.
"He was as hard as you, Boyd, but you are larger, remember." Colin whined with lust when Boyd used his tongue like a boy's prick. Minutes later the tongue was replaced by fingers. Spit and mucus was used, but Colin was still too dry for the Highlander.
"You find some lube in the sporran!" Colin almost screamed when three rough fingers ploughed him `accidentally'!
Boyd greased up his huge weapon and he placed a large amount of jelly in the opened boy-cunt. "You could take a fist now!" Boyd teased. He tried using all his fingers like an arrow.
"Please Boyd, give me your cock now! I'm going to cum if you tease me more. I'm ready for you." Colin used both hands to squeeze his own nipples to counteract the pain he knew would come when the Boyd broke through his sphincter.
Boyd placed his fat veiny cock between the globes. Then he pushed, firmly but slowly. Colin did not breathe. All of a sudden the cockhead was inside. With his hands, Colin asked him to stop for a moment.
"Fill me now, fill me up. I'm yours, Boyd. Don't hesitate!" Colin pushed backwards and with a steady movement Boyd bottomed in him. The boy found Boyd's hairy chest and dragged him towards him. With the huge cock buried inside Colin's tight arse, the pair met in a long-lasting kiss. Colin's cock was dripping wet. He was back in the need of tough action.
Boyd was a great fucker, but he had been too horny to last long, while the stuffing and the situation overwhelmed Colin. Both knew that they were expected in the pub soon, so they were in a hurry.
Colin was the first to understand that his body was turning wild. "Boyd! Boyd! Please, please, it's so good, so damn good! You are so big, so big, turning me, turning meÉ I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" To Colin's frustration, Boyd withdrew, leaving his cunt empty, but he soon understood why.
Boyd dived between Colin's legs and took care of the boy-milk with his mouth. Every single spurt landed inside the man's lips. He swallowed the whole load and licked his lips. Then he hurried to free Colin's legs and climb onto his chest. Two or three jerks with both hands around the huge weapon, and Boyd repaid Colin for every drop of man spunk. The teasing lad kept it without swallowing and worked with it until Boyd found Colin's mouth, and the two shared the white Highlander energy. Not a drop of spunk was spilled.
The two would very soon be ready for beer and lamb-stew at the local pub. Colin knew how to double-clutch for lower gears!
"So tomorrow you will let another professor solve the cottage mystery?" The two were about to enter the pub where the rest of the party waited for them. "He looks too nerdy for me, that Danish professor. Are you sure he isn't coming just for academic reasons? There might be no more fucking for you this weekend, sexy!" Boyd squeezed Colin's naked buttock underneath the kilt.
"That would be a nightmare!" Colin answered. "Please use your bike and look us up tomorrow night. Maybe I will need some support."
From inside the pub they heard the voice of a boy singing. Charlie, one of Colin's admirers, and now Boyd's brother's boyfriend, was a superb singer. Boyd placed an arm around Colin's shoulder when they entered.
Uncle George's old vehicle was soon deep into the Highland forests. Colin was familiar with the old four-wheel drive car that was built for the tough roads. The lad had had another great morning in George's kitchen. The pub-night hadn't been too late, and Colin had said no when invited to a lock-in. He had spent the whole night in the arms of Uncle George after the old man had washed him from head to toe and dried him beside the hot stove in the kitchen.
"You have the first glimpse of Loch Katrine in the sunshine over there, sir." Colin pointed out the direction through the huge trees. Professor Thomsen had met Colin outside the village store and helped him to fill up with supplies for the weekend. He had even shaken hands with Uncle George before they started the trip to the cottage.
"Loch Katrine is a fantastic loch - lake in English," Colin continued. "Visited by many tourists, even though it is Glasgow's fresh water supply. From time to time you will see one of the old steamers out there. One of them is named after Sir Walter Scott, one of our most famous authors."
"The Lady of the Lake" by Scott was set here, isn't that so?" The professor had been quiet during the drive. The very sportily-dressed man was obviously uncertain about the whole trip.
"Yes, but it's probably entirely fictional. I attended Rossini's opera `La donna del lago' in Milan once and it's based on that story." Colin turned off from the main road onto a gravel road hardly seen through the landscape.
The professor was confused. From talks with his colleague, the Norwegian Thor, who had been here last year, he had understood that the place was like an open-air dungeon. He had been told that Colin had been into hot sex games here. But the lad beside him Ð one of the brightest students he had ever met Ð was talking to him about poems and Italian opera.
"Sorry for the bad road. It will take us about twenty minutes to reach the cottage as it's essential to do it slowly, sir!" Colin grinned.
"Time to skip the `sir' business, Colin. Let's be equal out here. Please just call me Svend." The professor placed a hand on Colin's knee Ð the first touch between them at all this morning.
"Okay, Svend. Honestly I hoped you would want me to call you Master!" Colin had to swerve around a tree that had fallen down across the road. "Hope there are few of these!"
"Thor - Professor Olsen Ð wanted you to call him Master?" Svend squeezed the boy's knee.
"Only when we played dirty games," Colin answered.
"And did you often play dirty games, as you just called them?" Svend had to rise up because the car shook too much.
"Often! How well do you know Thor? You've been in dungeon with him? Has he whipped you, or fucked you senseless? Has he used needles in your dick? Has he deep-fucked your arse with electric dildos? Has he ever enslaved you?" Colin was very direct now.
"So that's what he did to you, Colin?" Svend looked at him. He was blushing, red from upper body to forehead.
"Aye, sir. Sorry, Svend, and I enjoyed every part of it!" Colin stopped outside the simple gate in front of a fenced area. "We are here. The cottage, hardly visible, is to the right, and the pond with the small jetty is to the left. Please help me inside. Just open the gate for me, please."
The 38 year old teacher jumped out of the open car and opened the gate with three horizontal posts. Colin drove inside and parked. Then he helped the man to close the gate.
"Here we are Svend, just the two of us, and I'm hot and sweaty after the drive. The sun is really strong today. First one in the pond, sir!" Colin had trouble with the new name. In the middle of the grassy area he stripped off his shoes, his socks and then his clothes. He was completely naked in less than a minute. Barefoot, he crossed the grass, stopped for some seconds at the jetty, and then made a nice dive into the clear, cold forest pond.
After some metres swimming out in the lake Colin heard the splash that told him that Svend was in the water too. He slowed down and soon the man with the goatee was beside him with a huge smile. "I'll get you back, just wait," he said.
"Yes, master!" Colin hurried forward like a dolphin and reached the other side of the pond before the heavier Dane had realised what really happened.
After a competition-like workout in the water, the two naked bodies rested on the hot wooden planks. The sunshine, the smell from the pine trees and the easy gusts from the trees, made a good background for a nap. But a nap was far from Colin's intention just now. He started to think that Boyd's description of the professor as sexless might possibility be correct.
Colin turned his head and met Svend's eyes.
"I could lock you in the pillory and fuck you like a donkey!" Sven suddenly said. "Or I could bind you to the cottage wall and milk you from now until sunset." He grinned. "Or I could hang you from the flagpole and piss you down!"
"Very good ideas! Your choice, master!" Colin tried to be serious. "But the milking one is probably not so good. Don't we need some lunch soon?"
"We do, love, and you have the cottage key." Svend put an arm around the naked lad for the first time. "Maybe we should settle in first, eh?"
Colin did not answer. He just moved closer to Svend and placed one hand on the man's buttocks. When Svend lifted his hips, he gave Colin free access to his balls and erection.
"I need cock now professor, then we'll have lunch before we go on with your afternoon agenda. Do you buy that compromise?" Colin made Svend turn his front to him. He now managed to use both hands on the huge dick. The length was reasonable, maybe 16-17 cm (a little over 6.5 inches), but the thickness was scary Ðlike a child's lower arm. "But I took him in the office!" Colin said to himself. "And I've had other huge weapons inside me lately."
Sven turned completely and lay down with his dripping cock pointing upwards. Then he lifted Colin in his strong arms and placed him in a 69-position upon his waiting body.
It would have been difficult for a neutral voyeur to tell who was the best sucker as both of them ate cock and balls as if that was their only passion. Svend finished by opening Colin's arse with two fingers from each hand. He stretched and finger-fucked with the use of saliva only.
Again Svend lifted Colin. This time he placed him in a riding position. He opened Colin's boy-cunt hard and direct with both hands, and then pulled him closer so that he could use his rough tongue. In that free space Ð in the middle of the forest Ð Colin let every reservation go. He howled with lust when his teacher finally showed his skills, his intentions and his tough attitude. Svend was anything but the `dry' academic. The man had one intention in life Ð to breed this wild and sexy youngster who had kept him awake night after night for the last couple of months.
"I want to see your face. I want to hear you beg for my cock. I want to hear you scream in pain, and then I want to hear you cry for relief!" Svend snorted.
"Just give me a few seconds, man. You can't tear my cunt in round one. I want you to fuck me day and night until we leave this cottage!" Colin hurried back to the clothes he had left on the ground and found the black box in his sporran. Back on the jetty he lubed the thick cock before he handed the box of cream to his teacher.
Svend's strong arms lifted Colin's legs and placed them on his shoulders. As a sort of counterbalance, Colin used his armpits to lock his body for the kneeling man. Sven placed a large drop of black cream on his cockhead, and used the tip of the human pole to prepare Colin's opening for the coming stretching.
"Ready, boy?" Svend shouted, but he did not wait for an answer. The thick cock split the boy-cunt open. Colin screamed and tears filled his eyes. Svend did not calm down. He was attacking now. He was giving back to the bossy youngster. One long scream followed when Svend bottomed him. The teacher stopped and gripped Colin's still dripping erection.
"Good acting, young man! Still horny, eh?" Svend smiled at the wet face.
"Do me, Master. Do me! Just give me all you have, okay!" Colin gritted his teeth when Sven started to fuck him. Svend started slow. He watched his own cock gliding in and out of the tightest and cleanest pussy he had ever been into. The sight made him speed up. He changed between short strokes, and long gliding movements. Colin was not shouting anymore. He just sounded like he was close to an orgasm, again and again. Svend was good. He stopped when Colin squeezed his arse-muscles and he went on fucking every time the boy relaxed.
"You want my seed, Colin? You want your teacher to fill you up? You wantÉ" he had trouble speakingÉ "You want me toÉtoÉto? Colin please, please, squeeze again, squeeze again!" Svend shouted now. He fucked Colin like crazy. He withdrew and pounded, and he filled the boy again.
"I'mÉ I'mÉ damn, damn, I have to...!" Colin pushed his hips upwards and he twisted his young body, but was blocked by the bigger man.
"I'm cumming, sir! Svend, I'm cumming! Yes! Yes!" He spurted. The first white shot landed on the end of the jetty. The next landed on his face, and so did most of the coming eruptions.
"Take it, kid! Take it, Colin!" Svend locked his huge tool inside the boy. For a second or two he stopped breathing and used his hands to squeeze Colin's upper arms. He went on fucking when the roar told that the Danish stallion had managed to breed his mare.
"Let me clean you, Svend! Let me taste your spunk. Feed me some too, please!" The man-cream was dripping from Colin's twitching boy-cunt.
With white cum all around the two ended with a tight kiss, sitting in the sunshine, at the beginning of the Dane's first visit to the Scottish Highlands.
"First one in the pond, kid!" Svend hurried to his feet. Soon after the athletic Dane dived into the cold water followed by a Scottish swimmer who would not be beaten on home ground.
Colin took command after the new swim. Svend was asked to start heating water in the wash-house. Uncle George had already filled the cylinder with water and made the heater ready to by fired.
"It's okay if the room is made hot too!" Colin shouted. "We may use it as a sauna before we take a night swim. That would be cool!" The youngster had started to prepare the lunch he had brought from Uncle George. The rabbit-stew with home-grown vegetables from George's own garden smelled heavenly.
An hour later and Colin served Svend some coffee from the coffee-pot hanging above the open fire in front of them. Colin, still naked, had put on a leather apron and Svend had covered his lower parts with a towel.
"Be careful, Colin. I don't want my jewels burned!" Svend grinned. He was in excellent mood after the great meal.
"Be careful, Master. You better be ready for the afternoon, eh?" Colin winked.
Sven lifted his mug, but stopped half way. Colin knew from the lectures at university that the small pause would be followed by a strange comment or an unexpected question.
"You are only nineteen, Colin. How come you are such a sex athlete? Did you start early?" Sven asked.
"You think I'm a sex athlete sir? But you hardly know me yet Ð regarding sex, I mean." Colin pushed his curly hair off his sweating forehead. The sun was shining and the open fire was making him hot.
"When did you lose yourÉvirginity?" Svend almost whispered. He knew this was a very personal question.
"I was fucked the day after I moved into my Daddy's house. I was fourteen and very much ready for it." Colin was direct. "I was not raped if that's what you think. Well, he fucked me almost dry Ð the pain was like hell Ð but he would soon teach me how to turn pain into pleasure."
"And you know how to turn pain into pleasure now?" Sven made a sort of thoughtful question. "Ready for it, you said. How could you be ready? Only fourteen!" Svend looked at the beauty, now with some soot across his face.
"Well, every boy knows when he's ready, I think! When did you open your first chick, Svend?" Colin counter-attacked with a rude question.
"Think I was twelve, but that was first and last time!" Svend grinned. "Not my style."
"Don't you think we need some action after all this food?" Colin pulled away the apron and patted his stomach. "I would love a jog in the forest. We have a nice track from here to the so-called wolf-cave."
"A naked run?" Svend was excited. "We are alone here?"
"Could be some hunters looking for that wolf, but I think we can take that chance. I need the small house first Ð I guess you found it Ð and I've prepared a small jogging backpack for you, Svend." Colin hurried to the toilet.
Svend found the small bag and looked inside. "What the hell?" he thought.
Just some minutes later, two nude men, dressed only in running shoes, jogged into the forest. The dry path was nice, and the sunshine through the pine-trees made their bodies shine. Svend let Colin lead. The smooth body in front was a dream, and the round globes were an invitation. Svend felt a bit uncomfortable, but his cock was soon rock-hard, bouncing up and down. He knew that the kid-like body was teasing him, and out here, in the freedom of a remote spot, he was very easy to tease.
After twenty minutes run they were deep into the forest. A rock wall rose in front of them. Colin smiled, took hold of Svend's stiff cock and nearly dragged him around a rocky corner. There was the entrance to the cave. The smell of earth and wet stone hit them. A small opening in one of the walls let some daylight filter into the cave.
"There's a lot of rumours related to this cave. Uncle George could have told you all of them. A place for outlaws during the years when the Scots fought for freedom from English invaders. A wolf hunters' cave. A sort of prison. The truth is probably that it is nothing but a cowshed from older days, but of course stories related to people like Rob Roy - the Scottish Robin Hood - are more exciting." Colin was really telling stories now, and Svend just smiled.
"You haven't brought me here to lecture me, have you, kid?" Svend opened the rucksack. "You want to be enslaved here, don't you? Or maybe fucked like a donkey, eh?
"What's the difference between a donkey and a slave, in the terms of fucking?" Colin smiled when Svend took a hard grip on his wrists. The man was dripping with excitement.
"The donkey is stubborn. Think I must use this!" Svend displayed a whip. "But a slave fighting for his freedom must be bound up, I guess." Svend lifted ropes and handcuffs from the rucksack.
"I think I'm a bit stubborn, Master!" Colin bowed his head. Svend answered with the whip. Not hard, but some red stripes from the leather straps could be seen on Colin's buttocks. Another stroke made Colin turn around facing the wall.
Svend worked fast. The handcuffs were bound to some rusty hooks on the wall, and Colin's legs were spread open and bound to a short metal bar that had probably been used for tethering animals.
"Give me your ass, slave. Stop acting like a virgin girl! Open up!" Another stroke hit the arsecrack. Colin moaned loudly. Svend smiled when he, in the light from the open roof, saw a long thread of pre-cum dripping from Colin's piss-slit down to the ground. He hurried to catch it. He let Colin lick his fingers.
"You like the pain, don't you, kid? Is this what you hoped for?" Svend used the whip's handle to follow the arse crack all the way down to Colin's balls. Then he spat on the handle and penetrated the lad. With the whip hanging like a tail, Colin really felt like a donkey.
"I hope for your huge cock, Master," Colin answered.
Svend went up to the body and found Colin's nipples. With fingers and nails he tortured the erect nubs. Colin yelled, but again his dick pumped pre-cum. Again Svend collected some, but this time he licked the fingers himself. He knelt behind the boy and pulled out the whip-handle. A moan from Colin made an erotic sound in the cave. Svend dived into the partly opened boy-cunt. Boy-sweat and soap met him. The boy was prepared. Now he received a tongue like a small dick, and a heavy rimming all the way from his lower back to his balls. While using lips and tongue in the arse, Svend played with the wet cockhead until the lad shivered in the handcuffs.
"Please sir, please Master, give me your cock, or IÉor I..!" Colin stopped when another stroke from the whip hit him.
"You will cum when I tell you, okay?" Svend tried a commanding voice, but it was too playful to be real.
"Yes Master, butÉ" Colin dripped like he was ejaculating, but only clear pre-cum.
Again Svend opened the bag. Colin had put a tub of Uncle George's cream and Svend hurried to grease up his thick cock before he applied a large amount to Colin's cunt.
"Give me that beautiful pussy, boy. Open up! Let my spear-fist you!" Svend placed his cockhead just outside the love-tunnel opening. With a roar Colin suddenly pushed back and took the fat cock inside. This time Svend did not wait, but with a constant howl from the lad he forced the thick cock to the bottom. He searched for Colin's cock Ð still dripping hard Ð the boy took it well.
"Please allow me to cum now, Master. I amÉ" Colin tried to squeeze the thick cock with his arse muscles, but he couldn't. He had to wait for his master this time. Svend fucked him now, and Colin screamed, not in pain, but as feedback for his Viking actor. Svend stopped half-way inside, and rotated his weapon. The scream was more real now, but changed soon.
"I'm cumming, sir. Master, please. I'm cumming!" The spitting was as hard as that morning. White spurts hit the stone wall and now his arse muscles worked. Colin brought his master over the edge. With a fast retreat, Svend pulled out and tugged Colin to face him.
Colin at first felt disappointed and empty, but was then happy to kneel and open his mouth to receive the super-horny man's milk. It splashed all over his face and upper body. Colin grinned and licked his lips while Svend turned him around and pushed his still quite hard cock back inside for a last wild fuck.
"Donkey or slave, you are a damn hot student, Colin!" The professor hugged the still bound-up body.
The jogging back to the cottage was calmer. Both athletes had emptied their balls. Svend was in front now, but stopped and in a way covered the naked Colin when he reached the fence. A huge motor-bike was just inside the gate, and two men dressed in black sat by the remains of the outdoor fire.
To be continued.