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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 28 (Mr Dunfries/Professors' test)
It was a cold, grey Tuesday morning and Kenny had just left the apartment for his first lecture at the university. Colin had decided to read at home instead of visiting the library like he usually did.
He thought back to how Kenny had welcomed him with open arms when he returned to the apartment after his weekend with Christian and Bill. He had been tired after those few days filled with lots of tough sex, but Kenny had had his needs and the two had fucked both in the evening after classes and again during the night. The first time Colin had sucked the horny boy to full orgasm and just minutes later, Kenny had fucked him with full effort. His big cock never got enough when Colin had been away for the weekend.
In the morning Colin was the one to wake up with a hard-on and the need to be sucked. Kenny had taken care of him when he had climbed onto his body and penetrated himself with the huge spear. It had been a hectic ride before white cum from both of them had squirted over their hot and wet bodies.
Colin was deep into an article about 'Modern migration in Europe' when there was a knock on the door. He looked out at the storm outside and wondered who was doing the formal knocking. He was used to his friends knocking and the walking straight inside.
"Mr Dunfries, sir! Please come in. Kenny has already left for his lecture." Colin helped Kenny's father in from the stairwell. He always trembled when he met the powerful man who looked very much like Kenny. He knew that Kenny's father had been a rugby player in his youth and thought that the man still looked fit enough to play well. Kenny's father was not more than forty years old, so he had started his child production early.
"Would you like some coffee, sir?" Colin asked. "I was just about to take a break and the coffee is ready."
"Thank you, Colin. That would be good...and please call me Alex. Don't be formal with me. I haven't forgotten the last time I visited you." The man smiled and looked down, slightly shy. "You have been in my mind many times!"
Colin poured two mugs of coffee and made room for Kenny's father on the old leather sofa. "What's been on your mind then? It was a quite a visit last year. And Kenny surprised us, remember? Cool!"
"Exactly. He was horny like I had never seen him before, but since then he has hardly spoken to me. It was Kenny I wanted to talk about, Colin. I have a problem - or rather he has a problem." Alex looked very serious.
"What's the problem? You can probably talk to your son without chatting to me first. I'm not a therapist and I do not want speak about anything without my friend's knowledge." Colin writhed a little on the chair. Although shirtless, he suddenly thought it was getting hot in the small room. He also saw some drops of sweat on the man's forehead. "But come on Alex, sir, what's the problem?"
"It's really Kenny's mother who is the problem, and I suppose his girlfriend. She has complained to my wife. Kenny is apparently not good enough." Alex searched for words.
"You mean he's not horny enough? He's not fucking her well enough?" Colin was very direct.
"That's probably what it's all about. The girl believes that Kenny is gay and that he spends all his energy on you. My wife went completely hysterical when she heard, and started talking about sending him to America again - for treatment as she calls it." Alex was sweating.
"Damn it! Kenny must be allowed to do as he pleases. Do not put him in a stall. There is no need to categorise him. Gay - what does that really mean? Kenny fucks the one who gives him joy. He says that sleeping with his girlfriend is like poking a sack of potatoes. She is not active, he says. She does not want to suck him, she does not want to be fucked back-stage, he's not allowed to squirt on her..." Colin combed his hair with the fingers.
"And all that he gets from you?" Alex asked. From time to time he adjusted his crotch as if there was lack of room.
"He gets everything he wants from me. He's the boss. He fucks me whenever he wants. But sometimes he just needs tenderness, and then he gets that. He is sometimes a little boy, and sometimes the horny macho man. But he's not my boyfriend - he's my fuck buddy. That's all. He must seek love elsewhere!" Colin was very clear.
"But Colin. There is another side to this. Somehow or other my wife has heard that Kenny calls you `Kiddo', and that's what he always used to call Alex jnr, his youngest brother." Alex hesitated for a moment and added, "She believes that Kenny will make him gay too, and maybe even wants to shag him!"
"Crazy woman! Make him gay Ð that's stupid! Look at me Alex, and think of your hunk of a son. You think it's strange he calls me Kiddo? And take a look!" Colin pulled down his baggy shorts. He wore no underwear that morning. "Don't you think I look like a kid?" The 10 cm (4 inch) cock was pointing upwards with his cockhead partly exposed.
"Your size is perfect, kid!" Alex cupped Colin's balls. "Please tell me how Kenny uses his tongue." The man licked his own lips.
"You want to know how your son makes love to me...how he makes me cum?" Colin's cock grew as hard as iron from the touching and the sex talk.
"Yes, it turns me on, Colin. I was a great sucker. Maybe Kenny has inherited something, you know." Alex kept the hard fist around Colin's balls and cock. "Does he kiss you? I mean does he deep-kiss you like a girl?"
"Kenny uses his tongue all over me. He's a licker, though, more than a sucker. He plays with my nipples until I'm ready to piss in my pants. Then he loves to squeeze my cockhead to open the piss-slit. His licking sometimes makes me cum!"
"Does heÉI meanÉwill he eatÉ?" The man stammered.
"He eats me, okay! He cleans my cock of spunk and shares it with me. Will you try, Alex?" Colin put a hand on the man's head and pushed him down to his groin.
With two fingers, Alex squeezed the lad's cockhead. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the piss-slit. Alex's tongue hit the sweet stuff and then the tip of his tongue played with the area behind the cockhead. "But has he ever tried to use his tongue toÉ?" He hesitated.
"To lick my arse you mean? To tongue-fuck my boy-pussy? His girlfriend never allows him, he says!" Colin was hot as a devil. He was sure Alex wanted action. "But why do you ask all these questions about what Kenny and I do in bed? Do you dream about having sex with him? You want him to suck your cock, don't you? Do you want to fuck him too?" Colin was a bit frustrated.
"No, no, Colin dear. Not like that. He's my son, for God's sake. I regret that I touched his dick last year when I met you. I guess he thinks I'mÉ" The man had problems talking. "But I'm damn curious. I played games with my roomie in campus myself, years ago, but nothing like you and Kenny."
"You want to rim me, sir? You want to taste my cunt, eh?" Colin suddenly stripped off his shorts, spread his legs and turned his backside to the man's face.
The tongue could have been Kenny's. Alex rolled his tongue like a small dick and when Colin opened his arse muscles, Alex penetrated him.
"Yeah, yeah, just like your son, just like Kenny!" Colin trembled. A long thread of pre-cum dripped down onto the old sofa. Alex caught it and put his fingers into Colin's mouth. Colin was close to cumming. The treatment from Kenny's father was taking him close to the edge, but the old fucker knew how to calm him down again.
"How is Kenny fucking you, son? I mean, does he want you to be his dog or does he make you his girl?" Alex let Colin free from the rimming. Colin smiled when he saw that Alex, without shyness, had opened his jeans and was now playing with his own erection. He remembered from his last visit that Kenny's father had a cock the same size as his son, but not circumcised. The cock was dark brown, clean and hairless.
"How do you want me, Alex sir?" Colin suddenly grabbed the man's cock and pulled him from the sofa into the bedroom. With a playful gesture, Colin soon stripped him and then fell on his knees. "Kenny loves me to prepare him. You will allow me, sir?" Colin had a hand on the man's balls, the other around the almost 26 cm (fully 10 inch) shaft.
"Go on kid...please. If you can take Kenny, you can take me, I think. He's big like me, isn't he?" Alex pushed his hips forward like a real hunk. Colin looked up at him; he was lightly-haired, but otherwise very much like Kenny.
Colin had to show off now. He had trouble swallowing Kenny. He seldom did. But now he managed to take his Dad all the way. Alex yelled at the sudden treatment, but he used his hands to dry Colin's tears.
"Let me fuck you now, kid, or I'll cum in your mouth!" The man withdrew his cock from Colin's throat. Colin swallowed and barked.
"Go on, sir!" Colin smiled. "The sheets were clean yesterday. The spots are your son's milk, made this morning. Smell them if you don't believe me!" Colin handed Alex some lube. "You'd better grease up that weapon of yours, sir. I've already had your son's cock in me three times since my homecoming so as you see I'm a bit swollen.
Colin found Kenny's pillow. He loved his scent. Now he buried his face in the pillow, lifted his hips and spread his legs. The dog was ready to be shagged by his fuck-buddy's father.
Colin had been close to cumming during Alex's treatment, and had to concentrate when the great cock broke through his waiting entrance. Very carefully, Alex filled Colin all the way - ball-deep. Colin's tears wet Kenny's pillow. He clenched his fists around the sides of the bed and opened himself up. He was Alexander Dunfries's slave just now.
"Please, please!" Colin cried. "Do me hard, sir! Make me cum."
Alex withdrew all the way, then he pushed back. Again and again he did the same, harder and harder, wilder and wilder. "Yes, yes. Damn! I would love to see Kenny fuck you again, but that will never happen. Never happen! Take me, boy. Take me!" He fucked like crazy.
Alex pulled out, flipped Colin over and wanked his cock as he gazed at the sexy young body. Spurt after spurt hit Colin's face and open mouth. At the same time Alex cupped Colin's balls like a vice. Colin spunked off without a word, and without touching his cock. Colin threw his head back but heard that Alex was counting every time his hard balls contracted and he spat out cum.
"Nine!" Alex grinned. "Not bad when you came just a couple of hours ago."
"I left some for a top up!" Colin put his arms around Alex and gave him his mouth. His master's tongue was good for a real French-kiss too.
"You think your sons are gay, Mr DunfriesÉor?" Colin felt Alex hot body cover him.
"I don't give a damn, Colin dear. You have showed me why my eldest son shares your bed. Again you have showed me what guys can do together. One dayÉ" He stopped. Colin put a hand in front of his mouth.
"Don't speculate too much about the future, Mr Dumfries. Kenny and Alex jnr. know how to live their lives, and sir, if you want to consult me again, I'm here for you. And if Kenny is here when you visit..."
Now Alex put a hand in front of Colin's mouth. "No speculations!" Kenny's father left the bed. "Please say hello to Kenny for me. Please tell him I hope he'll be home to see me soon. I'll tell his mother not to worry."
It had been a hard week at University - two or three lectures every day, and no spare time for any exercise but a daily swim in the pool. The early winter weather had been dreadful, and Colin missed going jogging with his professor.
On Friday morning Colin found a packet in his postbox at university, and a small note: "Welcome party tomorrow night at seven. Remember our agreement. Give me the key after our first lesson today. It's an order!" Colin hesitated for a while, but went to find a toilet where he could open the packet in private.
"A cock-cage! Fuck! What does he think? I'm not his slave. I just promised to be part of a role-play!" Colin blushed and trembled at the same time. He hated this type of steel instrument and had done so ever since Bill had forced him to wear a cock-cage for the first time some years ago. He looked at his watch. Ten minutes until his first lecture. He felt nervous and extreme excitement at the same time. The professor who invited him to be an active and mature student, also wanted to control him like a kid in the most intimate way.
His cock was suddenly rock hard. Not easy to deal with now, and there was no time for a wank. He used cold water - very cold water - and managed to place the cockring behind his balls and cock-root. Then he managed to push the small half-hard cock into the metal tube. A click was heard when the rings locked. And then Colin used the small key.
Colin was happy for his formal trousers but he still had to cover up with books when he entered the auditorium. Colin tried to meet Professor Thomson's gaze, but the man didn't even look in his direction.
The lesson ended. Colin had been really distracted. His brain was inside the cock-cage between his legs. He was the last student to leave. Without a smile and without a comment, he placed the key in his professor's hand. The serious man looked around to check if they were alone. Then he slipped the metal key into his pocket. "Tomorrow night Ð stay dry!" he said. Colin blushed and left.
Three men were sitting around a huge old-fashioned oak table in one of the apartments housing teaching staff close to the university. The table was covered with a thin, rubber-like mattress, and there were ropes attached to all four table legs.
The atmosphere was light, but there was excitement when the host served them each a glass of whisky. They had just arrived after supper and some beers in the local pub.
The Danish guest professor had taken over the apartment from his Norwegian colleague who had left for Africa, and now he had invited two men for a very special party. The three had got to know each other quite well during the last few months and had picked up different students for entertainment a couple of times.
"How did you manage to persuade Colin to participate? I know him well, and he is a very determined young man," Mr Dave Wilkie, the university's swim instructor and gymnastic teacher asked.
"Well, I think he is curious, and I know he is quite an exhibitionist. I've seen him get a kick out of showing off his body. Don't all swimmers, by the way?" Professor Svend Thomsen almost licked his lips when he answered.
"He looks `incroyable', and very innocent!" The French professor Leon Lumeau, 45 years old like Dave Wilkie, commented. "But I've heard that he really is a very tough little guy!"
"I can assure you, gentlemen. Colin is one of the toughest students I have met." Dave looked at his colleagues.
"And probably one of the brightest!" Mr Thomsen added.
"Is he into cross-dressing like Roland?" Leon Lumeau asked. "The young princess was very cute last time and sucked like a real slut."
"Colin is far from a princess!" Dave almost snarled. "He has a well-defined body, and a bubble-butt that is perfect."
"And a tiny dick, perfect for shooting, but not for fucking!" Svend Thomsen licked his lips again. "But inside a mouth it's like a candy-stick. He drips pre-cum like a wet cunt."
"And he gave me his yellow liquid too, just like young Elliot who was here the first night." Leon nipped his whisky.
"But no puppy-play with Colin. I don't think he would like to be a barking and creeping dog like Elliot!" Svend looked at an old-fashioned clock on the wall. "Colin is always on time. He'll be here in ten minutes. Do you bring the equipment we talked about, Dave?"
"Aye, I have!" Mr Wilkie opened a box filled with an electro butt-plug and some urethral probes. "We can perhaps use these two work together for a good combined effect." He grinned and added, "I have tried them on myself."
"And I already have the electro-clamps to be used on his nipples and his balls." Svend was really excited. "I also bought a Dr. Sado's Masterpiece when I was in Copenhagen. Maybe we could try that one too!" He poured a little more into the glasses.
"You take your drinks to the bedroom. I don't want him to know you are here until after the game has started." Svend lifted his glass and emptied it.
"Are you sure he will take our commands, Svend? He's far from submissive, isn't he?" Leon asked. "And are you sure he will let us fuck him?" The French professor almost blushed.
"Colin loves to be dominated by real men, and he would be very disappointed if he wasn't fucked hard by all of us, I'm sure!" Dave adjusted his hard-on when he left the table.
Minutes after the men left the room, there was a light knocking at the front door. Colin entered dressed in a rather tight outfit and was warmly hugged by Professor Thomsen.
"Thank you for invitation, Svend. You haven't told me much, so I'm excited. You are alone? I thoughtÉ" Colin looked around a bit confused. "And this steel-cage is killing me!" Colin cupped his bulge.
"Didn't knew you were such a softie, Colin, but I'm going check how tough you are tonight." The professor caught Colin's upper arm and pulled him inside. "Go to the bathroom and undress. You will find what I want you to wear. Stay there until I call you."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" Colin understood that this would be the role-play they had discussed. He smiled when he saw the mattress and the ropes, and his cock suddenly struggled in the chastity-cage. His swollen cockhead pressed against the steel barrier. He felt an intense pain and lust at the same time.
"I want to test him to see if he can get an orgasm without touching his cock. You have told me about his hands-free cummings, Dave, but I've never seen it. You have even told me that you have forced Colin to multiple orgasms, and made him stay erect after cumming." Svend sat down beside the two guests that just had returned from a break. "Maybe we could use electric stimulation for that purpose?"
"Let's meet the kid now, Svend. You are talking too much, I'm damn horny!" Leon cupped his hard-on.
"Colin! Are you ready? Come through!" Svend shouted.
Colin immediately opened the door and entered the room. He was dressed in old-fashioned one-piece knee-length pyjamas decorated with teddy bears and balloons. Barefoot and with a messy hair he looked like he just had left his bed. He tried not to react to the presence of the two additional men.
"Can't you sleep, kid?" Svend asked. Colin was standing in the middle of the room.
"I had to pee, sir, and I have made a mess. The cageÉ" Colin tried to cover a huge wet spot in the front of his small pyjama trousers.
"Aren't you a bit old to piss yourself, son? Come here! Let me help you to take off those wet pyjamas!" Svend opened his arms. "So you didn't like that your daddy caged you yesterday. Naughty boy. You have been playing with yourself all week, so I had to stop you." Colin lifted his arms and let Svend strip him. The steel cockcage was very tight and the little cock was swollen inside it.
"So that's why you had those terrible swim-shorts yesterday!" Dave commented. "Why didn't you tell me, Colin?"
"I didn't know, sirÉwellÉI didn't know that you would be here tonight andÉerm..." Colin stammered.
"Good boy, you did what I told you. Have you cum since?" Svend asked. He cupped the cock-cage. "Have you had sex, or did you stay dry?" Svend squeezed Colin's nipples very hard and dragged him closer. Their eyes met.
Colin blushed. "I had a wet dream sir, but the cage hurt me Ð like hell, sir!" Colin answered. He got a sudden spank with an open hand on his butt. "Stop the swearing, kid!"
"Sorry, sir. Forgive me!" Colin tried to play the role he had been given but had just one wish - to get rid of the torture instrument. "And I had to give my roomy some service."
"Service! What service?" Leon bent over the table to have a better view of the naked teenager-like body.
"He was unhappy with his girlfriend so he fucked me twice during last night, and I gave him a blowjob this morning. But I never touched myself, sir. You told me not to!" Colin tried to look sad. He even managed to produce some tears.
"Okay, Colin. I want to inspect you before you go to bed. We'll see if you are drained or not. We'll bind you to prevent you from using your hands. I don't want you to wank. You keep the cage." Svend helped Colin to climb onto the table.
"But sir, I hoped..." Colin's eyes were wet.
"Be a good boy, and we'll see, okay? We will blindfold you now, and give you some earphones." Svend handed earphones and a black mask to the French professor. "You bind his arms, Dave, and bind his legs to his thighs. Make that tiny boy-cunt fully open for access!" Svend put a hard pillow under Colin's lower back. Dave, a master of ropes, had Colin tied up in a few minutes. Colin whined, but Dave was sure it was for `show'.
"You stay silent, boy, or I'll have to gag you!" Svend lifted the earphones before he gave his orders. Then he looked at his fellow inspectors. "Let's see if we can give this sex-machine an orgasm without touching his cock."
"Why can't we free him from the chastity belt?" Dave asked. "I'd love to see the tiny cock when he shoots."
"Wait, I want to stimulate him to orgasm first and then see if he still retains his erection. Go on, guys!" Svend had started giving Colin an upper body massage and now he concentrated on the nipples. Colin moaned quietly and tried to lift his body when Svend used his teeth on the swollen nipples.
"Continue!" he ordered the others, and both Dave and Leon were easy to ask. Soon six grown up hands caressed the youngster. He was oiled from top to toe, but his groin was not touched. Colin mewed like a cat, but when Svend put oiled fingers into his arse he yelped and closed his muscles. Svend reacted with some heavy spanks on the oily buttocks. Pink marks told that the spanks were hard enough. As an answer, Colin opened for the intruder.
"Give me the prostate stimulater, LeonÉand put some clothespins on his tits, Dave! And look at the cock inside the steel barrier now. Dark red! But let him be in pain a bit longer! Look at his fingers and his toes. He's close to cumming. Let's find his love-button now!"
Svend oiled one hand and started a slow penetration. Colin reacted by lifting his arse Ð a positive signal for his professor. Three grown up man's fingers entered the lad's backdoor. He moaned every time the fingers went inside. He threw his head from side to side when the fourth finger tried to enter him, but he did not scream.
Leon took hold of the glass prostate stimulator Ð it was like a hook with a round bullet on the top. The man greased the plug before he placed himself beside Svend who had found a cockwhip from the table and handed this to Dave.
"We will take him over the edge now, I'm certain. Use the whip on the nipple-pins, Dave. Let them torment him further. I feel his love-button now. He's swollen. I'm sure he has an inside erection. Use the stimulator like this." Svend showed his middle finger like a hook. Slowly Leon pushed the glass-stimulator inside and rotated. Sven pushed Colin's knees apart. The tip of the cock-cage was wet from pre-cum. Colin's breathing changed Ð short and deep and sore Ð he tried to speak while the whip hit the nipple-clamps.
"Need toÉsir. Cumming...sir?" The last words from Colin were like a soft cry.
"Go on, kid. Go on!" Sven answered. "More pressure Leon. Steady!" Svend grabbed his whisky glass Ð which still had some liquor in the bottom Ð and placed the glass in front of the steel-cage. With a cry from the depths of his body Colin started to tremble. He was wet with sweat and his head was turning from one side to the other. He struggled in the ropes. Then a roar, and white boy-milk ran like a pumping stream down into the glass. Colin curled his toes and clenched his fists. Again and again, boy-seed dripped from the swollen, locked cock. Finally Colin's body relaxed.
Without a word Svend lifted his glass and emptied it in one single movement.
"Let's see if this boy is finished now or if, as I believe, he has more to give!" Svend found a small key in his pocket. He struggled to find the keyhole because of the oil, but soon he was able to click off the steel-cage. With trembling hands he also managed to open the cockring and let the balls free. Colin's cock and balls were all red, but for the white stripes from the metal lattice. Three men's eyes followed the unique action when the dick in slow motion rose from almost soft condition to a stiff pumping arrow. A small remnant of cum dripped from the piss-slit down the rock-hard 10 centimetre (4 inch) teen-cock.
"Be my guests, guys! Clean and lick and give this lad some soft cock and ball-massage, but there is to be no rest for the young man. Just look at him. He has more to give!" Svend removed Colin's headphones but let him stay blindfolded.
"You okay, Colin love?" Svend whispered.
"Thank you, sir, thank you. But you promised me a real cock, not thisÉ instrumentÉ" Colin licked the inside of his mouth. "And I need some water, sir!"
Minutes later Colin was bound to the table again. His arms were tight cuffed and now his legs were spread and bound to the table legs. His cock was rock hard and, with a hard pillow under his hips, the small cock was on full display to the three professors.
"I guess you would like some relaxing music!" Svend placed the headphones back on the blindfolded lad. His body was fully oiled now and his cock and balls had a more normal colour after the cage had been removed.
"Let's see if we can stimulate him to another cumming," Svend said. "I know our student isn't very happy with electro-play, but I don't think he ever has tried this new wire-free version. I know that the use of a bipolar probe inside his cock will give him the illusion that his cock has tripled its size. That's the dream of all small-cocked males, I believe."
Dave collected the box of urethral probes and opened it. "Give me the disinfection unit, Leon. We don't want to harm this tiny beauty." Sven bent down and kissed the cockhead. The result was a long thread of slimy pre-cum.
"You want to taste him before we go on?" Svend collected a straight stainless-steel nail from the box. "I think we'll use the 12 cm (4.75 inch) one, no need to go deeper!" He looked at his colleagues who used their lips and tongue on the youngster's nipples and balls before they changed position to give the little hard-on some special treatment.
Colin's cock was rock-hard after the men's actions. Svend cleaned the metal probe with disinfection liquid. With two fingers on his left hand he squeezed the cockhead lightly, just to open the piss-slit. The red opening was wet with pre-cum. With his right hand the professor placed the probe into the opening.
"Hold him tight!" Svend commanded. Leon placed his hands on Colin's upper body while Dave pressed his upper legs down. Very carefully and very slowly Svend penetrated Colin's dick Ð no force Ð no damage. A small button ended the probe. The steel nail was now all inside the lad. There was no sound from Colin, but they had seen him gritting his teeth. The room was both hot and intense. Leon tugged off his shirt and his white singlet in one movement. The black mat of body-hair was a huge contrast to Colin's smooth body.
"It's hot here, yes!" Dave repeated the French professor's action and showed off his well-trained swim instructor's ginger-haired body.
Svend grinned. "You may strip your clothes completely if you feel for it. I wonder if you are too shy tonight." The host smiled when he saw his colleagues soon afterwards sporting hard-ons inside tight modern boxers. "I'm sure the youngster will get his wishes fulfilled tonight," he thought.
"We start with the tits, guys!" Svend instructed. "Place both the bipolar clamps Ð tight!" The steel clamps looked like small pliers. Colin whimpered when the clamps squeezed his already erect nipples.
"I'll turn on the electricity now. We will start slow and use the on-off function. Secure his arms and his legs!" Svend pushed the button. He knew that the special sound only was to create a show. "We'll see if he keeps his erection, and hopefully turn him on for a new spunking. The probe is only 5 mm in diameter so there's room for some spunk if he shoots."
Every time the electricity hit him, Colin lifted his body from the table. Svend turned up the intensity. Colin's body shook from side to side. Now he opened his mouth as if he was to shout something, but stayed cool. He tensed his fists every time the pain hit him. Svend changed to a constant stream and went to the highest level. Colin tried to lift his body into a bridge.
"I'm...I'mÉ" Colin shouted. The professors could see the contractions in his balls. He was close to cumming again.
"Let's slow down!" Svend cut the electric stimulation. Colin calmed down. The probe had lifted some centimetres from the cock-head. Slowly Svend removed it. Clear liquid pumped from the piss-slit. Pre-cum only Ð no milk, no spunk yet. But the lad was still super stiff.
"Okay, let's see what the youngster is made of." Svend found an adjustable steel-butt plug and oiled it. "Push the plug in as far as his prostate!" He handed Leon the plug. "Let the handle stay outside."
The Danish professor dried dripping sweat from his forehead. He pushed Colin's foreskin fully back and penetrated him once more with the `electraslim' urethral probe.
"We give him triple stimulation now!" Svend proclaimed. Soon afterwards Colin's body was shaking again. But now he wasn't silent.
"Give me more! Give it all the way! Please, please, sir. Let me cum now. Give me, give me! Fuck! Fuck!" Colin's body was tense. The probe started to lift. Svend just let the electric function run. He lowered the setting a little, then he turned up the intensity to maximum.
"I'mÉbut sir, I'mÉI can't. I'm cumming !" Colin shouted, and Svend hurried to free him from the probe. "Yes, yesÉdamn!" White drops erupted from Colin's dick and landed on his body. Some landed on the onlookers and some hit Colin's face. Svend placed his fist around Colin's cock so as to secure the erection, and then turned the electricity on again. Colin yelled, but stayed hard, and clear liquid dripped down from the piss-slit, and down Svend's hand. The man started to wank the lad even though he was still leaking.
"No, no, please sir," Colin shouted, but Svend did not stop. He knew that Colin had another stop-code if he really wanted to back out, so he just went on, even harder. He stimulated him and wanked him.
No...pleaseÉpleaseÉ yes, yes, come, yesÉsir, go on, harder, harder!" Colin wriggled like a worm on the table. Svend turned down the intensity, but kept his hard fist around the cock. The boy roared when he came again. No white milk this time, just a few drops in the clear juice. But again he shot a load, and drenched his own body with his own juices.
Svend went up to Colin and took away both the headphones and the blindfold. He gave Colin his lips in a deep kiss.
"Okay, Colin? You okay?" Svend asked.
"Fine, sir! Some action, eh? But I still have to piss, sir!" Colin answered.
"Go on, Colin. I'll take care of you!" Leon had his mouth around Colin's dick before Svend could react. Colin's dick was far from flaccid after the new orgasm, and the plug and the clamps had not yet been removed. But Colin managed to feed his French professor his yellow load. Svend collected some of the spunk for his own lips and he also used some for Colin's own pleasure.
The three men cleaned up the boy, and Svend carried him to the bathroom. Colin whined when the clamps were removed from his tits, and he moaned when the butt-plug stretched his sphincter when it was eased out.
"Please step inside, sir! Let me play with your cock now. Let the others wait. They have whisky, haven't they?" Colin had forgotten his role, but Svend accepted the suggestions. He cleaned his young student, and then allowed himself some relaxation in the hot water while Colin sucked his long, veiny cock.
Minutes later Svend returned in a robe, with a hand around Colin's shoulder. Colin was fully naked, and to the guests' surprise, his little nub was stiff once more.
Svend followed Colin up to a side table and lifted a cover. "It's your choice, Colin!"
Colin swallowed. The sight was probably not what he had expected after the already tough action at the table. The rattan cane was too familiar. As a young lad he had tasted that more than once. Beside the cane was a riding crop Ð one of the whips Colin knew from his time in France. The third instrument was odd. Colin had seen it in school museums, and heard how Scottish schoolchildren had feared it in the past.
"It's an original Lochgelly tawse!" Dave was standing beside Colin and lifted the split leather belt. "I guess you are too young to have seen this in use, son, but I have seen it and felt it. Stings like hell!"
"A friend of my father has a collection!" Colin answered. "And I know the feeling."
"Your choice then. Naked and fast. No mercy. Chose!" Svend commanded, and dimmed the light in the room except for a spot at the end of the table.
"I choose the tawse. You look upon me as a bad pupil, I guess?" Colin lifted the well-used leather instrument.
"How many strokes, lad? Naked butt!" Svend found Colin's shoulder. He grinned when he saw that a slimy thread of pre-cum dripped from Colin's piss-slit.
Colin tested the tawse on his open hand. "Three, sir!" he said, hardly audible.
"Then we double it Ð six hard ones! Three professors Ð makes eighteen!" Svend looked at Colin who nodded, swallowed and looked down.
"Who starts? Your choice, lad, go on!" Svend looked at his French colleague and the swim instructor, and then back to Colin.
Dave was the only person Colin really knew well, so he hoped he wouldn't be too tough.
"Mr Wilkie, sir!" Colin whispered.
"Dave, prepare yourself!" Svend commanded and found the tawse. To Colin's surprise his swim instructor stripped off his jeans and his underwear. With a very clear erection Ð his dark brown helmet pointing upwards Ð he went to the end of the table, found the table edges with his fists and spread his legs. His light hairy buttocks were ready for the tawse. Colin was one big question. He let his arms fell down.
"You have a job to do, Colin. I have given you an order! Six strokes, and no theatrical fakes. Teasing strokes don't count!" Svend handed Colin the leather belt. Colin was not happy with the situation, but his professor was very direct. The student was normally not into administering punishment, but he gave Bruce Ð Bill's best friend Ð a helping hand with a whip now and then.
The stroke hit the lightly-haired butt with a special sound, flesh meeting flesh. Not a sound came from Dave. Colin waited. "Carry on, lad. Fulfil your duties. Be tough and earn credit for a fuck!" Dave suddenly shouted and five strokes followed. The white butt but turned pink.
"Next!" Svend was very tough. With a grin on his face, Professor Lumeau found his place at the table. His bottom was as hairy as his upper body, but the strokes from the tawse made stripes in the curly black hair. The man moaned with each stroke.
"I cannot, sir...please, sir!" Colin hesitated when Svend Ð his own main professor Ð was ready at the table.
"You can, and you must. That's life, Colin. Duty before pleasure! Go on." The tough body was ready. His body hair was fair compared with his darker goatee. Colin hit the waiting round butt. He tried not to hit the low-hanging balls between the round globes. Colin was sweating after the exercise and blushed when Svend turned around and rubbed his own red buttocks.
"Your turn, kid. You have waited for this, haven't you?" Svend let Colin walk to the table. Without instructions, Colin placed his upper body front down and spread his legs, standing on the floor. Svend found a tube of jelly and opened Colin's arse with three greased fingers. Colin moaned in surprise. Svend handed the jelly to Dave who greased up his 20 cm (8 inch) cock, before the tube was passed on to Leon.
"Eighteen strokes, Colin. Prepare yourself! You start, Dave. Give Colin a good return!" Svend grinned.
Dave placed his cock outside Colin's partly open boy-cunt. The lad understood that these strokes would be different, and he knew this cock well after more than a year at university and many visits to the basement office under the pool.
The pain was intense when Dave broke through his sphincter. The huge helmet was like a brush, but Colin just longed for the treatment when Dave rotated close to his love button. Six long strokes and Dave withdrew. Colin moaned his disappointment when Dave left Ð he was close to cumming - but seconds after he was filled again. This time the fuck was very different.
Professor Lumeau's long thin cock bottomed him with a Latin's intensity. A 25 cm (10 inch) rock hard spear filled him. Colin pushed back and used his arse muscles on the new intruder. The man howled at the sudden treatment, but forced his thin cock all the way inside. At the same time Leon found Colin's nipples and tortured them with finger pinches. Colin tried to lift his body, but Svend's hands held him down.
"Ah...I'mÉI'm cumming. Aye, aye, I'm there! Do me, do me, please," Colin shouted. The new muscle treatment made Leon finish. He blew his man-load deep inside Colin's tunnel while Colin emptied his balls again, this time all over the old oak-tree floor underneath the table.
Now things happened very fast. The Frenchman withdrew while Svend lifted Colin and placed him on his back on the table.
"Take his legs!" Svend commanded. His own cock met the dripping arse. In one single thrust he bottomed in his student. He also found Colin's wet half-hard cock. Some rough treatment with a tight fist and Colin was hard again.
Over the next twenty minutes Dave and Svend took turns fucking Colin while Leon treated his cock, balls and nubs with hands and lips. Colin, wet with tears, sweat and hot action, spunked off one last time close to Leon's mouth, while Dave and Svend shot their man-loads all over their young student's face and body.
"Another whisky, gentlemen? I think our young student needs a rest now!" Svend lifted Colin and carried him into his own bedroom.
To be continued