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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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Bill
COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 16 (Charlie, Boyd & Svend)
"Hello! I almost didn't recognise you in that outfit, professor!" The taller of the two black-dressed guys gave Professor Thomsen his hand. The professor looked down at his own body as if he had forgotten that he was completely naked, except for the jogging shoes and the small rucksack with the play-stuff from the cave. The jogging through the warm forest and the previous excitement in the cave made him sport a half-hard cock again.
"Oh hello. It's you, the nice guy that keeps me and Colin safe at the university. Thank you for always smiling and waving. You have a brother working with you, haven't you?" The professor did the only correct thing. He stayed naked and did not try to cover up his lower parts. He certainly made the fully-dressed Boyd feel out of place.
Colin, coming up just behind Svend, had problems with the bright sunshine and couldn't recognise the younger man beside Boyd until he saw the red hair blowing in the light breeze. "Great to have you here, Charlie! I thought you would be staying with Doug today." Colin hugged Charlie tight. Charlie was his young fan and admirer, the vet-student and horse specialist.
"I was planning to, yes, but Doug had to do an extra shift today. Boyd offered me a ride with him." The boy with freckles and stub-nose smiled from ear to ear.
"I have to babysit him, you know." Boyd fluffed the boy's curly carrot-red hair. "Not quite grown up yet." Charlie looked younger than his seventeen years.
"Let's take a swim, Charlie. The water is perfect and I need to cool down." Colin pushed the lad forward and started to help him remove the bike-gear.
"You smell of spunk, Colin. Being fucked by your professor already, eh?" Charlie looked around uncertain about pulling down his boxers. He was more shy than Colin, but he ended up as naked as his friend.
"Twice! Did you see his cock? He's enormous," smiled Colin. The two dived simultaneously into the pond.
"Your young friend - does he live around here? His accent tells me that he wasn't born near here." The linguistic professor felt a bit freer chatting with Boyd now that Colin was in the water.
"No, young Charlie was born and raised in England, staying with an uncle in the Newcastle area. His father was born in Scotland but he lives in Australia now, and Charlie's mother lives an upper-class life in London, I think." Boyd had removed some of his leather clothes.
"Colin's dad got him settled in the Veterinarian College in Glasgow. The lad had been poorly treated by his uncle, but he's a master with horses. He's got a scholarship now." Boyd was usually a man of few words but he happy to talk about Charlie.
"Why don't you join the kids, sir?" Boyd suggested.
Svend looked at the pair, wrestling on the pier and pushing in and out of the pond. "Two dammed beauties!" Svend commented. "You fancy that redhead?"
"I fancy him, and I fancy Colin, but Colin is his dad's guy and Charlie is in love with my brother, so I have to look elsewhere." Boyd stripped off his t-shirt and showed off at trained upper body with a hair covering very similar to the Danish professor.
"Shouldn't be difficult to find someone with that body!" Svend was suddenly blushing and Boyd was not used to openly flirting.
"Maybe we should join the kids in the water?" Boyd sat down on the rough bench and struggled to pull off his boots. With a grin, the professor helped him. The tight leather trousers were side buttoned so Boyd stripped them off in one movement.
"You should have been a professional stripper!" Svend grinned again. Boyd's only piece of clothing now was a tight black thong marked JustColin. Boyd's bulge was worthy of a stripper.
"Maybe you could recommend me, sir?" He smiled. "But we'd better hurry if we are to accompany those two lovers before they get carried away, don't you think?" Boyd pointed at the two youngsters lying in the sun Ð Charlie on the top and Colin with his legs curling around his body as if the two were into a heavy fuck.
"The young one is a real fucker, even if his dick is not a stallion's, but he knows how to use it. Even Colin who is used to heavy pounding from a big dick at home, lets Charlie give him a small treat from time to time. Teens, you know!"
The sight on the pier, and the flirting with Boyd, had a very clear effect on the professor, who suddenly tried to cover up a growing erection.
"I guess some cold water will do us good." Boyd pulled off his thong in a hurry, and sprinted to the pond. The jump was not elegant, but the splash made the two warm bodies on the pier scream.
Half an hour later the four men were tanning in the sun. All except for Svend could have used some tanning lotion, and Colin's butt had some pink stripes from the visit to the wolf-cave a bit earlier.
"Has Colin told you about the hidden equipment around here, useful for some tough play?" Boyd suddenly asked.
"I haven't had time yet!" Colin was the one to reply. "But we still have some hours until sunset, haven't we? Maybe you will arrange a demonstration, Boyd. You are one of those who installed it, aren't you?
"Why not? But I need my boots. Too sensitive to walk on the stony ground barefoot!" The barefoot walk to his clothing was not elegant. Beside boots, Boyd put on the black thong again. The bulge was even more expressive after the naked rest in the sun. He looked like a real dungeon master.
"Come on, Charlie. We'll show the professor our homemade pillory. Doug is too soft with you. You could do with some hard action!" Boyd placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder.
"I need the loo first, sir!" Charlie did not look comfortable.
Boyd and Colin went up to the fence and opened the top bar. Now the openings for neck and arms were obvious, and so was the rusty locking mechanism.
"Please don't place Charlie in the pillory, Boyd." Colin whispered very close. "The lad has been locked up too much over the years, not as a game, but as real punishment. Use me, please. And make the Dane fuck me. I'm testing him, you see. Two spunkings already today, but he should manage more!"
Boyd placed Colin in the pillory, and then he went into the washhouse and returned with a cockwhip. The pillory was quite low so Colin had to spread his legs to spare his knees. The professor, Svend, had not used his camera since he arrived that morning. Now he used his iPhone to take pictures of his student displaying a partly open butt. Boyd grinned when he saw the man's excitement.
Charlie was back from his bathroom trip and was surprised to find Colin locked up. He went up to him and caressed his back with spread hands.
"Please rim me, Charlie," said Colin. "Tongue me just like you can. Don't be shy. Prepare me for the huge cocks, please."
"Wait!" Boyd's voice was stirring. "You need some more heat, don't you kid?"
Colin nodded and whispered something.
"I didn't hear you, lad. What did you say? Some more heat, eh?" Boyd teased Colin's back with the cockwhip.
"Aye, sir! Please, master!" Colin was loud and clear. The whip hit his buttocks, giving no pain, but made the already marked butt shine. Boyd went to the front of the pillory and let the cockwhip hit Colin's arsecrack and the back of his balls.
"That's enough, my friend!" Svend suddenly took command. "Do what Colin told you, son. And grease him up too." He handed Charlie the tub of lube.
Charlie dived in between the open arsecrack and used his eager tongue to lick. He used his hands to push the globes aside and added kissing and sucking to the licking and then the probing with his tongue. Colin moaned with an open mouth. In a hurry, Boyd pulled aside the thong and placed his half-hard cock into Colin's mouth. "Now, make me rock-hard!" he shouted.
Minutes later, Svend placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Good job, son! Your friend is almost there. Now let him wait and please prepare me."
To Svend's surprise, Charlie knelt in front of him and tried to fill his mouth with the huge shaft. Charlie managed the cockhead well and used his tongue around the head and tried to probe the piss-slit. Soon he had more of the huge cock inside his mouth. Svend whined at the tough treatment that made Boyd comment, "He's used to horses remember!"
"Take care of your cock now, Charlie! Colin is leaking you see," said Svend.
Svend then looked at Boyd. "Let's see if we can double-fuck this youngster and get him to feed his friend some real cream." Svend placed his now wet and greased cockhead on the outside of Colin's boy-cunt. With a bow to Boyd, he forced the huge dick inside. The howl from Colin was stopped by Boyd's 20 cm (8 inches) trying to fill his mouth.
The pillory didn't give the prisoner the possibility to move so Boyd withdrew. "You okay, baby?" he asked.
"Go on, just go on, all three of you, I'll soon be there, soon there. Fuck me Svend, I'm no virgin. And squeeze my tits, please. Twist them, jerk them!" Colin's mouth was again filled with cock.
Boyd was the first to cum. Throwing his head backwards and with both hands around his big dick, he shot his load. Some white spunk hit Colin's open mouth, but most of it drenched his face and hair. The eruption from Boyd gave Svend new energy. As if his weapon grew even more, he bottomed in the bound up lad.
"I'm cumming, master. I'm cummÉcumÉcum!" Colin shouted, but he had Boyd's cock inside his mouth again. Svend emptied his load inside the boy and filled him, while Colin sent his boy-milk over the kneeling redhead.
The demonstration of the fence pillory ended in an orgy of spunk when young Charlie Ð still underneath Colin Ð wanked himself to a yelling orgasm.
Colin grinned when he was released from the old wooden pillory. "You did a good job on my prick, Charlie, but you haven't shown my professor how much you care for my body. You want to show him what you did to me the day after my birthday last year?" The small audience saw that the boy in the pillory already was rock-hard again. The evening show was not finished.
"You mean the cuffs? AndÉ" Charlie hesitated, but he too struggled with a prick that was far from soft.
"Aye, you know where to find the stuff. Some more roleplay fun before supper, okay Svend? You see the cottage wall. Take a look at the rusty hooks." Colin went up to the wall and waited for Charlie who returned carrying a basket.
"You help me, Boyd. We have to lift him and place his feet on the small logs." Charlie had cuffed his idol and now he spread his arms and fitted the cuffs to the hooks. "Cuff his legs too, Boyd. Spread them. He loves this!" Charlie collected the string of pre-cum dripping from Colin's piss-slit. The boy was hanging on the wall in the shape of an X. The old wall was a masculine background for the smooth young body.
Charlie went up to his friend and kissed him Ð kissed him deep. He received a meeting tongue. "You are sure?" Charlie whispered, hardly audible.
"Go on. Make me cum again. Charlie, but first you know I need some special service." Colin tried to push his hips and cock forward. Charlie knelt in front of the hanging lad and opened his mouth. He did not suck this time, just used his fingers to pull back Colin's foreskin, and then waited. The yellow stream started slowly, but soon Colin filled Charlie's mouth with his golden liquid. The two had piss-played before, but never in front of an audience. The professor and the university security guard both showed excitement even though the action in the pillory should have given them sufficient relief.
Charlie took Colin's cock and wanked the last drops into his mouth, before he let the whole prick and some of the balls disappear. Colin moaned with pleasure as he young friend sucked him. "Think I need some harsher treatment, Charlie. You know my secret, eh?" Colin found Svend's eyes as well. "I'm sure my teacher would like to help you, Charlie. Just carry on!"
Charlie took some wooden clothes-pegs from the basket. He opened one of them and looked at Svend. "Give me your little finger, sir!" He let the peg shut with a smack. The man shook his hand and yelled.
There was a feeling of suspense when Charlie used two fingers and some spit on one of Colin's nipples. Then he took the clothes-peg and let it close on the nipple. Colin gritted his teeth, but made no sound. Charlie repeated the action on the other nipple. Some tears were seen, and another thread of pre-cum dripped from Colin's dick. But still no sound was heard, except for Svend's silent moans. When Charlie ended the show by flicking at the hurting pegs, Colin yelled.
"More, Colin?" Charlie hesitated.
"Like last year. You made me cum remember!" Colin wiggled his arse.
Charlie found a wooden item from the bag Ð a stick of the type used to connect a horse's harness to a wagon. The stick was well used, not the first time as a dildo either. "Grease it up sir, please!" Charlie handed Svend the stick. He had kept the black cream. Now he rubbed cream over the wooden piece and wanked it until it glistened.
"Ready for a real morning-wood, Colin?" Charlie grinned. The youngster seemed to have left his bad memories behind. With one hand he lifted Colin's balls, with the other hand he penetrated his friend with the 15 cm (6 inch) stick, all the way inside. The leather strap at the end of the stick was a useful handle to pull the wooden dildo out and then push it back inside. The prostate stimulator was doing the job. The pre-cum was almost like a real cumming.
"Why don't you lick him, sir? He tastes good. The sweetest boy in Scotland, you know!" Charlie smiled when Svend took over the dildo-handle and then opened his mouth for a suck.
"I think he needs some ball stimulation, sir. No milk yet!" Charlie handed Svend two wooden clothes-pegs. Svend looked at Colin who nodded.
"Tug my balls sir, but be careful not to damage my nuts. I'm just a growing teen, you know, and if there are some chicks around...!" Colin tried to make some side movements. Svend pulled at the scrotum and placed a peg just under each ball. Colin winced, but stayed calm.
"Just two pegs left, Colin! You want to take them?" Charlie asked. Colin was sweating now. It was dripping off him. The pain was intense and he was very horny. When Charlie tugged the foreskin from the cockhead and connected the last two pegs to it, Colin yelled.
"Now let's milk the small pony!" Charlie said. "I have to be the mare, Colin. Help me now, guys!"
Boyd and the professor followed the signals from Charlie. Boyd stimulated Colin's nipples and Svend used the arse-stimulator while Charlie played with the stretched balls.
Colin's body was shaking. Sweat dripped from his forehead and upper body and his feet could hardly stand still on the logs. He pulled his head back and he moaned with an open mouth.
"Fuck! Fuck! You are driving me crazy, please, please, don't stop, yeah, yeah, stop! No, no. Fuck, I'm cumming. Take off those damn pegs, Charlie. I'm cumming!" Colin closed his eyes, a last shiver, and then a howl when Boyd pulled off the pegs and the blood flooded back into his nipples. Charlie managed to undo the pegs from his foreskin. Svend rotated the prostate stimulator and Colin started a hands-free spunking. He spread white dots of cum all around. Most of them hit Charlie. Svend went on with the arse-play. Colin shot again and again Ð clear juice in the end.
"I'mÉI'm.." Colin moaned. "I'mÉ" Colin pushed his hips forward and his handcuffs shook. "Damn!" Colin had another orgasm, and clear slimy juice dripped from his cock, taken care of by his admirer and friend who without a word had spunked his load at the same time.
Colin had delivered a multiple orgasm, first of all from the nipple stimulation and then from Svend's professional milking.
An exhausted Colin was lifted from the wall and carried to the pier where Svend sat down with the body in his arms. "You don't have to show me all your skills, boy," Svend whispered and caressed the lad's forehead and hair.
"I haven't, sir!" Colin smiled. "Just give me some minutes in the cool water, and I'll be ready to serve you some supper. Please find the tin of sausages, Charlie. We do it the scouting way, eh?" The boy had his normal colour back.
All four enjoyed the simple camp-fire supper of grilled sausages, tomato soup and toasted bread. Colin showed off his scouting skills with very good help from Charlie. The `old ones' had some beers and the storytelling was just as rough as Colin knew from the rugby gatherings with Kenny's team.
"The sauna is perfect now, guys. I hope you'll stay with us until you return home." Colin looked at Boyd. "You need to get sober if you are to drive that bike of yours down to the village."
"I'm not driving! Charlie is as excellent with bikes, as he is with horses." Boyd grinned.
"Éand with hunks!" Colin pinched Boyd's chest. "Be careful or your brother won't let you babysit the kid next time he's on duty."
"We have some family agreements," said Boyd. Charlie had been very calm during the meal, and now he put his head on Boyd's shoulder.
"I'm looking forward to the sauna, and I hope for a night swim afterwards Ð if the bugs aren't going to kill us." Svend had already had a fight with the Scottish midges.
"Hurry inside then!" Colin shouted. "The midges don't like the smoke in there." Colin opened the door to the wash-house. Some light smoke and a fierce heat met the four naked bodies. The low evening sun was shining though the small window and made it possible for the men to find the narrow benches. Colin opened the door to the stove and made the heat increase. Then he grabbed Charlie's hand and the two found a seat on the wooden floor between Boyd's and Svend's legs. The coughing was intense for a while, but the heavy smoking ended when the stove was adjusted. After a while they became accustomed to the lack of light. The small room was one intense baking oven and the sweat was there quite soon.
"You have two options, guys! You may run into the pond to cool down between the sittings, or use the water in here Ð warm water in the huge barrel and cold water in the tub. There's no shower though, so you'll need to use the bucket." Colin found a grey woollen cap and placed it on Charlie's head. "Thor brought these Finnish sauna caps. Keeps your brain working in the heat, and keeps the bugs at a distance in the pond." Colin put on another hat. The two looked like naked gnomes.
Boyd was the first to start giving Charlie a massage. He worked the boy's neck and shoulders, his back and his upper body. After a while he lifted the lad closer and soon Charlie was partly sitting in his lap. When Colin looked from the side, he saw two stiff cocks. Boyd's long dick worked Charlie's balls and tiny prick.
Svend had showed Colin his erection ever since the lad sat down between his legs. The fat cock rested against Colin's upper back. Soon the professor started to caress Colin. His sore nipples from the earlier play needed some careful treatment. The boy moaned at the tender strokes. Svend reached down and found Colin's cockhead. With soft hands he gave the glans some sweaty, pre-cum treatment until Colin started to shiver.
Colin observed that Boyd had spread Charlie's arsecheeks and tried to let his cock find the entrance to the lad's love-tunnel. The boy seemed to like it, so Colin was a bit surprised when Charlie almost shouted, "Let's see if we can be faster than the midges!" He found Colin's hand and together they hurried through the narrow door, dressed only in their woollen caps.
"Don't you want Boyd to fuck you, Charlie? He's damn horny and he has wanted you all day." Colin turned at the far side of the pool while Charlie still had some strokes left to reach him.
"He has to beg me!" Charlie answered. "He thinks he is the only macho one around. Doug can be tougher than him, but Boyd's cock is a dream. You know that. He told me about the fuck in your car. Hot eh?" Charlie could not keep up with Colin when the swimmer accelerated.
"Let's see if the old men are drowning in their own sweat in there!" Colin shouted. The lads were followed by a tight cloud of midges when they left the pool. The shadows inside made some fast changes when the young ones hurried inside. Boyd had his hands on the back of Svend's head and the professor had for certain been sucking his sweaty dick.
"Thought you had drowned out there." Boyd tried to hide his dripping cock.
"Seems that you guys managed without us!" Charlie went up to Boyd. "You need some cleansing, I think. Come with me." The boy pushed Boyd across the small floor, filled a bucket with cold water and drenched him. Boyd yelled, but let Charlie go on.
The steam that followed filled the room. Svend used the occasion to place Colin facing him on his lap. The pair hugged and kissed. Svend tried to open Colin's arse and the lad helped him. "Some cream nearby?" The professor asked with a croaky voice. The smoke and steam made his voice change.
"I have some, sir." Boyd handed Svend a tin of Uncle George's special cream. He had just greased up his own cock and was now finger-fucking young Charlie with two rough fingers. There was no room for the couples to lie down.
Charlie and Colin placed themselves side by side like two dogs on the wet bench and the stallions were able to find the boy-cunts without kneeling. Colin was impressed. His 38 year old professor was rock-hard again Ð on his way to the third fuck of the day. Charlie and Colin were very close, both shoulders and legs touched when the `old ones' simultaneously placed the cockheads outside their well-greased arses. The hairy guys, all wet with sweat and steam were ready. The two smooth guys, Colin's cunt completely hairless, and Charlie's arse surrounded by with light carrot-coloured down, were ready for treatment.
"You first, sir!" The security guard sir-d the professor. "You are the biggest!"
"But my friend, you are the stallion. Please go ahead!" Svend teased back.
"Do you two want us or do I have to take Charlie to bed and find my rubber cock, and leave you two to find your own entertainment?" Colin tried to push back, but he was a bit sore and Svend seemed bigger than ever. Svend met him and he did not hesitate now. He forced Colin open. The lad screamed, but made room for him. The pain was hot, but soon the thick cock was all inside.
"Your turn!" Svend gave Boyd a spank on his butt with an open hand. Boyd was inside Charlie in seconds and the boy took all twenty centimetres (8 inches) without a sound. Boyd placed a hand on Svend's butt. While fucking his brother's boyfriend with steady movements, he put two greased fingers into the professor's hairy arse-hole.
"AhÉahÉ aye.." Charlie spunked after less than five minutes. The easy cumming lad sent his load all around the bench. But like Colin he had the habit of staying hard even after a first cumming, and loved the fucking to continue.
"Oh, you baby boy, baby, baby! Bro should teach you to last longer. It's as if you're still twelve, Charlie, and I love you for that!" Boyd went on pounding the lad, but he found room for a third finger inside Svend.
"Yes Boyd, please more, please more!" The professor moaned.
Colin was rather confused. He was not sure if Svend was doing the job with him, or if he just was close to cumming because of Boyd's finger-fuck.
"For God's sake, Boyd! Fuck my teacher, that's what he wants. He wants your cock up his arse. Fuck me both of you, and climb onto the bench, Charlie. Give me your cock!" Colin was in command, no doubt, and his orders were followed in the Highland sauna during the next twenty minutes. With one long movement, Boyd penetrated Svend's opened arse. As if this had been done many times before, the men did an excellent job with Boyd fucking Svend and Svend fucking Colin. It felt to Colin as if both men were fucking him and he was soon close to heaven. Svend's cock seemed harder and bigger than ever before. Boyd found the new arse tight like a virgin's, and the two were very pleased with each other.
Charlie, with his smaller prick inside the sucker Colin, got his part of the show, and again he was the first to cum. He filled Colin's mouth with another round of boy-milk and his favourite boy-model swallowed every drop.
Colin had been close to the edge many times, but the Danish fucker had again managed to make Colin wait. Now the lad used his arse muscles because he had heard the heavier breathing from the sandwiched man.
"Take it, Colin. Take it, man. You are a prince and a devil!" Svend almost cried. He sent his third load of the day into Colin's hot tunnel.
"I'm cumming, sir. I can't hold back. I can't. I'm cumming!" Colin started his eruption. In the dark room he felt something wet meet his shooting cock. It was Charlie who wanted to feel Colin's boy-milk in his own mouth.
The double orgasm in front of him pushed Boyd forward. He pulled out of the tight entrance Ð gave his cock some jerks Ð and shot his load out in the dark room Ð hitting all three in front of him.
"Give me your dicks all of you, guys. It's my cottage so I claim the privilege of cleaning you all!" Colin found two big slimy cocks and sucked them with pleasure, before he ended the show by taking care of Charlie's dripping colt-prick.
Colin had made up a double bed in the cottage.
"Please tell me if you want your own bed, sir. I'm a bit pampered, you see. I love to sleep close to a hot body!" Colin was about to turn down the oil-lamp. There were still some red embers in the fireplace though.
"Well Colin dear, you will have to kill me if I snore anyway, so if that's what you like, I'll be happy to share a bed with you." Svend was suddenly a bit formal.
"You want a nightcap, Svend? Your colleague Thor left a bottle of Norwegian aquavit here last year. That liqueur almost kills me, but I think you as a Dane might like it." Colin handed Svend a small glass.
"Skaal!" Svend lifted the glass and emptied it in a single swallow. With some tears in his eyes, he handed Colin the empty glass. "That's real Viking stuff!" he said. He pulled the duvet back and let Colin climb into the bed. Some crackling from the fireplace was all that was heard except for Colin's light breathing. Svend put an arm around the lad. He was far away already.
"Thanks for the morning service, boy!" Svend smiled and filled his mouth with black pudding and baked beans in tomato sauce. Colin served the breakfast outdoors by the open fire, even though it was a bit chillier than the previous day.
"You like our black pudding, sir?" Colin, dressed in a leather apron, answered as if he didn't understand his professor. The man was naked but for boxers this morning.
"Why didn't you let me fuck you, honey? You seemed all ready for a morning fuck." Svend smiled. "The sucking was great though, and the finger-fuck and the rimming you gave me was a great bonus!"
"Not too late, is it? It's still morning. Svend!" Colin handed his teacher a round of bread toasted in the fire.
"You like to be the boss, Colin. No slave attitude, eh?" Svend looked at the lad, again with soot across the face. "Would you act as slave for me if I asked?"
"You mean, roleplay or...?" Colin hesitated.
"Could you come to my flat and let me be your dominant master Ð without questions?" Svend had finished his breakfast.
"AyeÉ and no!" Colin was serious. "I was taught to be my own master, but I'm also taught to obey! You wish to enslave me, sir?"
"From time to time, I might. Any objections, Colin?" The professor found the youngster's eyes.
"My limits are my own. If you cross them, I'll tell you. And my dad is my only real Master, you see. You have to meet him properly, Svend. He likes what he has seen of you, sir." Colin poured Svend some coffee.
"May I ask you a question, sir, since you seemed to like Boyd's cock up your arse last night. You are into the combination business?" Colin grinned.
Svend answered with a nervous laughter. "He was a great guy Ð treated me well Ð easy to like." He paused and Colin just waited. "I used to be an all-rounder if that's what you mean, but since I'm happy with younger guys, I mostly end up topping. I've little experience of group sex."
"You loved my fingers this morningÉand my tongue!" Colin looked at him. The man had cum quickly earlier that morning when Colin had played with his cock and balls, before moving to give him a prostate massage.
"But you are a professional. Who has been your instructor?" Svend asked.
"With a small prick like mine, you have to work with substitutes!" Again Colin had a broad smile.
"But Sir, sorry, Svend. You wanted to take photos of me up here. We have to hurry, I think. There will be rain soon and the light now is perfect. You want another coffee?" Colin emptied the black coffee pot, then he hurried to the wash-house for his morning wash.
Colin had posed in the pillory. He had been on the cross, and he had posed for a lot of pictures in and around the pond. The bulge in Svend's boxers had been enough to make the lad rock-hard and horny. He was a bit sorry when Svend went back inside with the camera, but smiled when the man returned with handcuffs and a leash with a dog collar attached. He also brought a small camera on a stand. As a semi-professional photographer, he organised the stage in some minutes.
Without words, Svend went up to Colin and hand-cuffed him before he put the dog collar on him. A click by Svend's fingers was enough to start the camera.
Svend suddenly slapped Colin's face, very lightly, but the surprise made Colin give the hurt expression Svend probably searched for.
"Kneel, boy! Suck me, and make me happy!" Svend voice was for the camera.
During the next fifteen minutes Colin stripped Svend using his teeth. He sucked the man Ð his thick cock and his balls. With some force, Svend mouth-fucked him and made him gag. Colin played the hurt guy well, and stayed dripping hard.
Svend connected Colin's cuffs to the flag-pole and adjusted the camera. In the coming scene Svend used his open hand to give Colin some light spanks, but enough to make a great soundtrack Ð a soundtrack Colin added to with moans and whines.
The professor spread Colin's legs and turned him to the camera before he opened his arse crack. Colin watched when Svend stopped the camera. Seconds later, again without a word, the man found a tub of lube, greased up his thick cock, and placed a large amount of lube inside Colin's boy-cunt. With a snap of his fingers, Svend started the camera again.
Colin moaned, and now for real, when Svend finger-fucked him with three fingers, and then gave a howl when the man mounted him in one single thrust all the way to the bottom.
"Stop sir, please stop. You are too big, too big. You hurt me, youÉoh, oh, please go on sir, fuck me, fuck me hard sir, do me, please, don't stop, don't stop!" Colin was ecstatic. He couldn't give a damn about the time and place and about role-play. He was at the beginning of a heavy ecstatic orgasm and this time Svend just let it go. He pounded into him wild and hard, and worked Colin's nipples with one hand while the other wanked his wet cock.
"I'm cumming!" Colin shouted his message. "I'm cumming, sir!"
Svend continued for some seconds and cupped Colin's cock when he started to blast. Most of the spunk sprayed around, but Svend managed to feed Colin with some of his own white milk. He withdrew from the now well-used boy-cunt, freed the boy from the pole, and forced him down on the knees.
"Take my load, slave! Eat it, do it now! Do it!" Svend pointed his cockhead at Colin's mouth and gave him the first blasts. The rest he sent over Colin's sweating face which now received some spots of rain. The thunderstorm was on its way. The photo session was finished. Svend turned off the camera, knelt and hugged his student.
"You were the perfect slave, Colin dear. You even organised the weather." Svend smiled as lightening, followed by thunder, filled the sky.
Colin hurried to the pond, and ended the morning with a very professional dive.
To be continued.