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This story is written by myself 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 2 (Bruce and Johnny)
Colin woke up to the smell of newly-made coffee. The mornings at home with Bill were always pleasant. Bill was a morning guy while Colin loved to be lazy when he had some days off. Now he spread his arms and legs in the middle of the double bed. He couldn't remember when his daddy had carried him from the narrow teenage-bed where they had made love during the previous night. But he remembered waking up during night. It had been still dark outside and there were no sounds except for the wind in the trees; a sound that made him feel sleepy. The two were spooning as they often did, and Bill's hard-on had been buried in his arsecrack.
"I must have gone back to sleep," Colin thought. Next time he woke up, the room was filled with daylight and his dad's hard-on was trying to get inside his love-hole. Even though he should have had his morning pee first, he opened for the invader. The long morning fuck, going from sleep to the heaviest orgasm, was the very best for the student that was used to a fast morning wank, or a quick fuck from his buddy, before he had to run off for the daily round at university.
"I have overslept now!" Colin thought. The smell from the coffee was supplemented by the smell of grilled bacon. Bill had for sure prepared a real Scottish breakfast for him.
"But I had a plan yesterday," Colin thought. "What did dad say after the spanking?" Colin touched his sore butt. "I had to be more responsible. I had to calm down. I had toÉ" He hurried over to Bill's wardrobe and found what he was looking for. Then he entered the bathroom. "I smell as if I have been drowned in cum," he thought. "Well, not far from the truth, I guess."
The lukewarm water was good for his sore buttocks. Finding a towel he remembered, "You will not leave the house, so just stay naked!" That had been Bill's message. Colin opened the small box. He had some trouble with the ring. "Maybe I have grown?" He smiled and shook his head. His cock and balls hadn't changed in the last four years. His cock, rather small, but not thin, and his hard balls, had been one of his trademarks. He found the key and was soon ready to enter the kitchen for breakfast.
"What a sight, son! I thought you had thrown away that cage a long time ago." Bill turned, trying to stop a grin. "The instrument you hate above all, isn't it?" He knew that cock-ring fitted tight behind Colin's balls and that the steel cage was quite narrow, leaving almost no room for the cock to expand.
"Please take the key, Daddy. You want me to save all my juices for you, isn't that so? I need help to behave, you see." Colin sat down and lifted a glass of orange juice.
"Well, well, love, a good intention. Pity that I have invited Bruce and Johnnyboy for a drink and some fun this afternoon. I hoped to re-open our playroom for the season. I brought some new items back from France. Remember?" Colin received the huge plateful of hot breakfast: two eggs, bacon and sausages, black pudding, a potato scone and baked beans. The meal should build up the youngster's energy after the night's three heavy spunkings.
"Maybe it's possible to use the key during the visit, Daddy," Colin smiled. "You know if Bruce has Johnnyboy back in chastity? Maybe you two would like to play real masters out there?" Colin pointed towards the playroom outside, opposite the kitchen door.
Bill did not answer.
Colin managed a chocolate muffin and a small Danish pastry as well, before he patted his stomach to signify that he had finished eating.
"Take a break, Daddy. I'll clean up." Colin found an apron to cover up his naked body.
Half an hour later Colin finished in the kitchen and went over to the backdoor which led into the garden.
"Am I allowed to go into the garden, sir?" Colin smirked. "I thought I could mow the lawns for you. I need some exercise after that breakfast."
The young naked beauty, just dressed in the cock cage, was a dream in the sunshine. Bill used an upstairs window to watch him in the garden. He was not the only watcher. Bill grinned when he saw that his neighbour, the forty year old Anton, whom Colin named Tarzan after a party some months earlier, had moved to the nearest spot where he had free sight into the garden. Dressed in nothing but a pair of small sport shorts, the man lived up to his nickname. The long black hair was collected in a ponytail, and he was tanned after a summer in the south. The man was lurking in the shadows from some trees on the edge of the garden. Bill smiled when he saw Anton use binoculars to follow Colin as he moved to the corner where they had their outdoor sports equipment. The youngster climbed the ropes, he played with the pole, and he hung from his legs in the rings. Two grown-up voyeurs, one spying from the window, the other openly spying from outside, had to correct wet boners after the hot gymnastic display in the garden.
Bill had made a light summer drink and Colin had just finished helping with canapŽs when the doorbell rang. Colin opened the door and met Bruce with a tight hug.
"What a surprise, Colin. Didn't expect to see you caged up! And fully naked too. So the old man is afraid of competition now!" Bruce grinned. "But it suits you. You look quite innocent againÉ"
"Please come in, Bruce. Isn't Johnnyboy with you?" Colin had hoped to see Bruce's young Asian `house-boy'.
"Johnny had to work some extra hours in his parents' restaurant. A lot of bookings today, he said. But he'll be here later," Bruce explained as he went to meet Bill inside.
"What have you done with your hair, old tomcat?" Bill grinned. "Didn't the young lover fancy your grey hair any longer, eh?" Bruce was dark-haired, and very stylish. He looked much younger than his 63 years, even if his belly was more obvious next to Bill's slim figure.
"Not that easy to handle the young ones, I see." Bruce groped Colin's chastity-cage. "Have you blocked the lad's pussy too?" Without warning he had a finger inside Colin's arse.
"Take it easy, buddy. Drop the bully-style! I thought you had changed after becoming director in that company of yours." Bill found glasses. He knew Bruce wouldn't refuse a drink.
"Don't listen to him, Bruce. I love your style, and I fancy men with some `size'." Colin pinched Bruce's belly. The man let his open hand follow Colin's buttocks. Colin was happy that Bruce didn't comment on the red stripes.
"Serve the hunter a drink, son. Give him a double. He needs some energy for the playroom, I'm sure. Was Johnny happy to have you home after the US tour?" Bill raised the glass to his childhood friend.
Bruce sat down in the sofa and pulled Colin onto his lap. The macho-behaving man spread his legs and was pleased when Colin moved a bit to leave room for his growing boner. The thick tool was clearly visible inside the thin leisure shorts.
"He was happy to have me back yes, but you know Johnny and his wanking habits. He's not a stayer like you, baby-boy, so I had to put a cage on him again. Hope he behaves." Bruce fetched an ice cube from the drink and placed it on Colin's nipple. The intense feeling made the teen whine. Bruce moved the ice cube to the other nipple. Again Colin shrunk back but didn't complain.
The water from the ice cube dripped down Colin's chest. Bruce lifted him back to the feet and licked the water from his body before he found the nipples with his mouth and tongue. Finally he used his teeth to manipulate the erect nubs. Colin was in trouble. The stimulation of his nipples made him crazy, but he did not protest.
"Stop it, Bruce. The lad is in pain. Just look at his swollen cock inside the steel cage. Dirty business!" Bill knew that this was how his friend could tease his own boy for hours to make him plead for `freedom'.
"A real bottom-boy should manage this with pride!" Bruce hugged Colin. "But I know your old man's need of boy-milk, so I guess he'll give you your freedom soon."
"Take another drink and shut up, buddy, or maybe you would like to have your balls drained already? Think we could manage that, eh Colin?" Bill smiled. "But Colin has prepared some food for us Ð French canapŽs! Maybe we should go on with that and postpone the cream production!"
"Good idea, a very good idea. I just wanted to see if this kid is in good shape. Nothing wrong, nothing!" Bruce thanked Bill for another glass.
Colin went to the kitchen and found the long black apron, nearly too long for a boy just 1.60m (5ft 3in) tall. But he felt better now when serving food, and he was able to cover up the threads pre-cum dripping from the front of the cage.
More drinks and food were served, and Colin left the `old-ones', as he called them, to their everlasting politics discussions.
Soon afterwards the doorbell rang again and Colin hurried downstairs to welcome young Johnny. Colin and Bill usually called the 21 year old Hong-Kong Chinese lad Johnnyboy. He had been a friend of Colin since he moved in with Bruce, but they rarely met now with Colin at university.
Colin greeted Johnny with a tight hug. The lad seemed rather shy when he observed Colin's outfit.
"How is work?" Colin asked. "Is the Golden Dragon as popular as it was when I went there with Bill for the first time some years ago?"
"My parents are very satisfied, thank you." Johnny followed Colin inside. He went up to Bruce, his daddy and master, and sat down in silence.
"Kiss your friend properly!" Bruce pushed the lad forward. "You haven't been together for months."
Johnny obeyed, but the kiss was rather dry. The lad did not touch Colin's body, only the dry lips.
"Show some affection, stupid bugger, or I'll have to heat your arse. Let's have a proper show here!" Bruce snarled.
Colin solved the situation. He put his arms around Johnny's upper body, and kissed him with wet lips and a searching tongue. The youngster answered and relaxed. Soon the two were kissing like young lovers.
"Strip him Colin, all the way. Go on, now!" Bruce commanded. Colin looked at his dad for advice. Bill winked.
With loving movements Colin, still dressed in only the cock-cage, freed his friend from his formal waiter's costume. Colin grinned when he saw that Johnny was wearing a sexy thong from his own JustColin underwear collection.
"You like the thongs I gave you last Saturday, Johnnyboy?" Bill asked.
"Very much. Thank you, sir!" The lad just whispered.
"He was happy to be fucked day and night!" Bruce thumped Bill's shoulder.
"We had a great weekend. True, Johnny?" Bill grinned.
"He said your cock was too big for him. Couldn't walk straight for three days!" Bruce went on. Johnny was not happy at being teased. He blushed when Colin pulled down his underwear. Underneath the tight thong he had a chastity cage even tighter than Colin's.
"Welcome, Johnny. Let me find a drink for you!" Colin took the youngster's hand and they went into the kitchen. Johnny's narrow waist and small buttocks were different from Colin's round globes.
"Which has the tightest cunt, Bill? You have fucked them both recently." Bruce was very plain speaking.
"You can check for yourself tonight if you manage to stay hard, Buddy!" Bill lifted his glass.
"Come here, guys. Give us a show! You are a world star, Colin. Worship him, Johnny! Suck his balls! Lick his pussy!" Bruce spread his own legs and groped his balls. The Chinese guy hesitated.
"Now, for God's sake. Obey!" Bruce continued.
Johnny fell to his knees, and while Colin played with his soft black hair, the lad did as he was instructed. He sucked Colin's hard balls even though they were divided by the cage and he let his hands follow the arsecrack. Colin bent over, spread his legs and opened his boy-cunt with two hands. The hairless entrance was shining, but the red stripes on his bum were less visible now.
"Mouth-fuck him, Johnny. Prepare him for the evening!" Bruce was playing with his own bulge. Johnny was a great rimmer and he spat again and again before starting work. Colin moaned when the tongue went inside him. A long thread of slimy, clear, pre-cum hung from Colin's cock-cage all the way down to the floor.
"Enough, Johnny. Come here, son!" Bill pulled the Chinese youngster onto his lap and lifted his legs. "Thank Johnny for his service, Colin!"
Colin was easy to tell. He studied the pink boy-cunt encircled with small dark hair and dived into the crack. He couldn't understand why he suddenly thought of Kenny, his so-called straight room-mate. It must be the combination of boy-smell, soap and sweat - Kenny's hallmarks. Now he felt that his cock was about to be crushed inside the steel-cage.
"That will do, kids!" Bill said after only a few minutes. "You're ready for some real fun, I hope. Take Johnny to the playroom, Colin. If you need, you may piss down there, and take a shower too; then relax." Bill saw the lads off.
"We need a whisky before you cum in your pants like a schoolboy, buddy? Hot young flesh is waiting for us!" Bill grinned at Bruce.
Just inside the playroom door Colin turned to Johnny, found his body and kissed him tenderly.
"I will beg Daddy to remove this torture-equipment from both of us," he whispered. "How longÉ" Colin stopped, he saw tears in the youngster's eyes.
"A week," the lad answered.
A small lamp in the corner changed from green to red.
The young ones had chatted and teased each other for a long time when the masters of the evening arrived dressed in nothing but leather thongs and boots. Both were hairy; Bill still dark-haired and trimmed while Bruce was more grey and more wild grown. Both of them had oiled their bodies and Bruce had a tight black hood, showing only his eyes and mouth. They both looked very determined.
Colin saw that his young friend was scared. "Take it easy, Johnnyboy. Let them be macho, let them act as if they are the bosses. We have the bodies they lust for, so we are the winners!" Colin whispered.
The two lads were very different. Colin could receive hard and painful actions and transform any activity to hot sex. He loved to be dominated as long as he knew that he still had the final control. Johnny was not into the hard stuff, but he liked to be played with, and he could take heavy fucking in both ends. Regarding throat-fucking he was even more experienced than Colin. The biggest difference between the two was that Colin's lover always wanted him to have fun, shoot his loads and feel heavy orgasms. Johnny was taught by his master to give, not receive, and to stay away from his own pleasure during sex.
"Okay guys, let's lock you up. Too much freedom and you behave like dolls. Where do you want the young professor?" Bruce used Colin's nubs to pull him.
"Lock him on the St Andrew's Cross; I want his front to be worked over!" Bill took care of Johnny. Bill was the lad's favourite adult so he was happy when Bill lifted him.
"I think this toy-boy needs the swing. Yes!" Johnny was placed on his back in the open swing. Bill adjusted the chains and cuffed the young man's hands and feet upwards. He ended the job with a steel spreader bar above the knees, opening the lad's legs and groin. While working, Bill caressed the boy with soft and playing hands. He even bent down and kissed him, and he let Johnny suck his fingers before he finger-penetrated him. Small whimpers were heard when Bill rotated his fingers with one hand while the other played very lightly with the boy-tits.
Colin let Bruce lift him. He spread both his arms and his legs and allowed Bruce to cuff him to the wooden cross. Then Bruce found a leather harness and bound his waist tight to the cross.
"Please remove Johnnyboy's cock-cage. He's hurting, sir," Colin whispered.
"No need, I'll milk him tomorrow!" Bruce snarled.
"If you don't free him, Bruce, I will refuse to let you fuck me tonight!" Colin could hardly be heard but he was determined.
"Who are you to decide, baby-boy?" The man sounded stressed inside his hood. He took a firm grip around Colin's caged dick.
"I trust my darling sponsor won't rape me, sir." Colin smiled.
Bruce went up to Bill, found a small key in his thong pocket and handed it over. "The professor is in charge!" He grinned. Bill started to unlock the Asian boy.
"My dear son has locked himself up, so I guess he wants to stay like that." Bill handed Bruce a key. "But I want his small one to suffer in another way tonight. My boy will beg me for the cage before I finish him!"
Johnnyboy let out a scream when Bill forced his balls through the tight cock-ring, but Bill was happy when he saw the boy sporting a hard erection just minutes later. Bill found a bottle of oil and played with the very thin 12cm (almost 5 inch) dick. The boy purred like a cat.
"Be careful or he'll spit on you before we have started!" Bruce shouted. Then he knelt in front of Colin and gave the boy a real suck. Even though Colin had cum twice during his dad's morning ritual, he felt his balls contract, and he felt the special perineal pinching that followed from the inside of his cunt to the pumping and dripping cock. Bruce's mouth-work gave the lad an intense feeling of needing to piss but he knew, since he just had emptied his bladder beside Johnny, it was not yellow juice that caused the pressure.
"Find some ice, Bruce!" This lad needs to be cooled down.
"This one too!" Bruce stood in front of Colin and slapped the small beauty with open hands. Colin yelled as his cock bounced.
The ice cubes had been removed from the freezer some minutes earlier and they had started melting, which was safer for body stimulation.
The two went up to Johnnyboy first. Bill used two ice cubes on the boy's small nipples. The youngster whined. Bill let the cold ice move slowly down the front to the navel, then back to the side of the body and up to the lad's armpits. The ticklish boy tried to lift himself, but in vain. At the same time Bruce placed ice cubes on Johnny's balls and ice-treated the cockshaft up to the glans. The movement in Johnny's hips made it clear that he was close to cumming. Bill stretched the lad's foreskin and made a small pocket, big enough for a tiny ice cube. Since the ice was melting, it didn't harm the sensitive skin, but Bill knew that the feeling would change from ice cold to burning and back to frost again.
Johnnyboy's body was trembling and his eyes were wild. "Please, please, pleaseÉ" was all he said.
"You beg for treatment of your arse, don't you baby?" Bruce found an ice-cube formed like a suppository and pushed it inside the boy. He then found a much bigger cube and pushed the ball through the sphincter.
"Don't you dare to shit it out, boy! Prepare for a real man-cock now." Bruce went behind Bill and slowly removed the leather thong. With one rather cold hand Bruce played with Bill from behind. A cold hand found his balls and tugged them, then he let his whole arm stay between his friend's crotch when he cupped the huge cock from underneath.
"I want proof of something, Bill. I want you to prove that this huge weapon can milk my small servant without this super wanker touching his cock! He always boasts when you have screwed him." Bruce pulled Bill's foreskin back with a tight fist.
"Thought you guys were meant to be playing with us, not adoring each other's bodies!" Colin was far from satisfied. "Bruce is about to fuck you, Daddy. Maybe you should cut me down." The boy slammed the cuffs against the wooden cross.
"Give my son some attention, Bruce. Use this!" Bill handed his friend a cockwhip. Then he found a tube of jelly and greased up his thick 24 cm (9.5 inch) horse-cock and placed the cockhead just outside the Asian lad's boy-cunt.
Two roars were heard in the playroom at the same time. Colin roared when the cockwhip hit his sensitive dick, just recovering after the day inside the cock-cage. Johnnyboy roared when Bill's cockhead broke through his tight sphincter. Bill stopped just inside and tried to adjust the swing. The feeling of the melting ice cubes against his own swollen dick was a contrast that aroused him enormously.
Bill did not use force, but he let the well-greased cock fill the tight youngster. Johnny took the massive cock all inside without protest. Bill bent down and gave the boy a wet kiss. The combination of softness and steely action was what the lad needed and he dripped pre-cum as if he was close to ejaculation.
Colin gritted his teeth and tried to receive the strokes without complaining. The cockwhip was not a very tough one, the strokes irritated more than they hurt, but when Bruce started giving strokes from underneath, hitting his balls, he yelled out.
"Stop acting like a schoolgirl!" Bruce spat. "Or I'll ask your dad to gag you!" He turned his attention from the balls to Colin's nipples.
"Do we have more ice, Bill?" Bruce grinned when he saw that his friend had started a long-stroke pounding of his own houseboy.
"Aye, use some on the princess!" Bill teased.
Colin loved having his nipples abused and just the thought of some painful ice treatment had pre-cum bubbling from his piss-slit. Bruce caught the clear slimy juice and used it to cover Colin's red lips, before his gave him a wet kiss.
Colin's big nipples were hard from the excitement and Bruce used ice-cubes to treat the dark brown areolas. Again Colin felt close to cumming, but he had a wish that his young Asian friend should be the first one to reach a climax tonight. He had been in a cockcage for a week, while Colin had been heavily fucked the night before.
Soon Colin was not able to think clear any longer. When Bruce started to use the cockwhip on his nipples, he all but lost contact with his own body. His hands trembled. His feet trembled in the cuffs, and his hips tried to move forward, but were secured by the belt.
Bill let his cock withdraw, then he tried to secure the swing before he rammed back into the youngster in one single thrust. He did it again, and again! With closed eyes and an open mouth, Johnnyboy exploded. Hands-free, he sent his thin boy-milk spraying all around the swing; some reached Bill's body-hair and some hit the lad's own face.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The lad would have hugged Colin's dad if it wasn't for the cuffs.
Seconds later, Bruce, excited by his own boy's orgasm, hit Colin with harder strokes across his nipples.
"I'm cumming, sir. I'm cumming!" Colin sent his white cream all over the kneeling man in front of him. After the seventh or eighth shot his body seemed to relax. "Good job, Johnnyboy!" he whispered. "Damn good job!"
Colin felt a bit ignored. Bill and Bruce had just left the playroom.
"Let's take a beer, Bruce." Bill put an arm around his friend's shoulders. "We can put the kids to bed afterwards." Colin knew from his dad's tone that he was teasing him but he wasn't happy.
Colin was still strapped to the wooden cross with a harness around his body. Bruce had uncuffed him and given him a bottle of water before he left. Bill had just passed by him, still with a slimy hard-on after fucking Johnnyboy to climax. Johnny was resting in the swing. He had been let loose from the chains and was free.
Colin's relaxation lasted only five minutes. The spunking had been good, but the boy needed more. "Please give me a blow-job, Johnny! Seems that the old-ones are more into drinking than fucking tonight. Or maybe they are in bed together. Who knows?"
The Asian jumped down from the swing. He didn't need to be asked twice. He would do anything for his friend. Colin's dick was still wet after the heavy eruption and was already hard and dripping again. Johnnyboy knelt and took Colin's cock and balls into his open mouth. Johhny, the cocksucker, went on with great skills and Colin was getting his happy spirit back. He played with his friend's hair and helped him to stay close.
"You want my piss, Johnny? I'm ready to let loose." Colin was still in some need.
Johnnyboy stopped the sucking and looked at Colin, a bit scared. "The Boss would kill me if I did that without his permission!"
No need for further discussions. The two masters were back in the room.
"Seems that the kids are amusing themselves, Bruce. My little companion is far from satisfied, I guess." Bill grinned.
"And this little motherfucker needs some spanking, I believe!" Bruce found Johnny's neck and led him back to the swing where strapped Johnny's upper body down while his feet were spread on the floor. Bruce caught the school tawse on the wall and looked very determined.
Bill cuffed Colin's wrists and feet, but freed him from the harness around his waist. "Guess you need some tougher action to be satisfied, son. Some needles perhaps?" Bill whispered and Colin did not comment. Bill knew that needles were far from his son's favourite things. "I have something special I bought in Paris; something I don't think we have played with before." From a table Bill picked up two different steel pin-wheels.
"This one has full set of sharp pins, while this oneÉ" Bill tested on his own body "É is kinder!" Bill let the light version follow Colin's body from neck to pubic bone. Then he used it to tease his nipples. The slightly ticklish Colin had trouble standing still.
"You can use this one on Johnnyboy." Bill handed the wheel to Bruce. "We will use the real one!" Bill had never used this wheel before and the manual recommended carefulness, especially on areas with sensitive skin.
When Bill started to use the `real wheel', Colin yelled. The pins did not mark the skin, but when used hard and slow it was like stings from needles. Bill let the pins roll around the areolas, then across the nipples. Again the lad yelled. Bill used more pressure.
"No, Daddy. No, Daddy. Please, please. Yes, yes, again Dad. More, more. No! Please, yes, yes!" Colin wriggled like a worm when Bill worked his nipples. The boy was in pain, but Bill smiled when he saw the stiff pumping cock, again dripping pre-cum. His lad was transforming the pain into sexual pleasure.
Excited by the situation Bill went on Ð a bit uncertain though. He used the pin-wheel on Colin's inner thighs, all the way up to his balls. With one hand he cupped the balls and made the skin next to see-through. Slowly he let the pin-wheel mark the balls again and again. Colin yelled like crazy.
"Stop screaming, beauty. It's not that bad. Show Johnnyboy here that you are a real man!" Bill lifted Colin's stiff cock by the foreskin and placed it upwards, tight to his body. He let the pin-wheel follow the slightly darker rear side of the dick before he pulled the cock straight forward and let the pins prick this sensitive body part. The boy's body was shaking; he told Bill afterwards that the feeling was like bugs crawling and biting.
Bill wanked Colin with two fingers and played with the dripping pre-cum, then he pulled the foreskin as far back as he could. The cockhead was red and iron-hard when Bill let the pin-wheel stimulate the most sensitive part of the youngster's body. With a snort from Colin the blood-red teen-prick changed. Bill cupped the balls to feel the youngster's pumping Ð the most erotic feeling Bill knew about. Clear liquid dripped from Colin's manipulated piss-slit, no shooting so far, and no white milk.
Bill stood in front of Colin and used the pin-wheel all over his nipples. With his other hand he gave his son the best handjob a trained Daddy can give a son.
"My God! Dear God!" the non-religious youngster shouted. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" White jizz flew from the hard-jerked cock. Bill collected some and fed the boy before he kissed him hard.
"Johnny has no more to give. He took his belting well and I allowed him to openly wank until he spat again!" Bruce snarled.
"Untie him and I'll take him upstairs. I'll find him a bed!" Bill commanded. "Bind this son of mine to the long bench. Bind him tight. Make him ready for a hard fuck soon. Allow him to piss if he's in need."
Colin grunted as a thank you.
When Bill was back, he had stripped off his thong. He was naked but for the black boots. Wet in the hair, after a shower with Johnnyboy, he went up to Colin carrying a champagne cooler filled with ice cubes.
"Help me cool down this kid!" Bill started to place ice cubes and crushed ice all over the lad's body. The lad was bound too hard to shake so the melting ice covered the body from neck to feet.
Colin tried to take the situation with pride. He loved to see his dad like this; very strong looking, very potent and very close.
"Remember the naked play in the Norwegian snow, son. Still horny, eh?" Bill placed some crushed ice on Colin's balls.
"Aye, but it was warm afterwards!" Colin had some difficulties speaking.
"We can arrange that, love! Be ready for a change now." Bill went up to a shelf where candles had been burning since the start of the evening. Some ice slid off and splashed on the ground when Bill dripped hot wax over Colin's body. Light hiccups were heard every time new drops of wax hit the body.
"Remove the ice, Bruce. We must let him really feel the heat." Bill helped Bruce with the action. "Give his cock some attention too." Bruce sucked the ice-wet cock and balls. Colin moaned quietly, pleased with the warming touch.
Bill picked up another candle. He knew that the melting point of this one was lower, but he was no specialist. What he knew about hot wax treatment he had learned from Colin's former professor Thor Olsen.
Bill let the red hot wax drip on the lad's areolas, then directly on the nipples.
"Aye, aye, fuck!" Colin shouted, but Bill could not see any stop sign. He collected a new candle and used warm wax on Colin's navel, then on his sparse pubic hair, and finally direct on his balls.
"Give me the huge white one!" Bill commanded Bruce. He had shaking hands when he carried the low-burning candle. The wax was dripping like a clear jet on Colin's dick. The wax turned white on the lad's erection. He had been hard during the whole treatment. Bill lowered the distance and increased the volume of wax. Colin howled, but still he received the action without any visible stop-sign.
"You hot enough for a fuck now, son?" Bill gave Colin his lips.
"Yes dad, more than ready!" Colin smiled. His face was read and wet with sweat.
Bill unlocked Colin's feet and gave some massage before he lifted the feet above his head. He placed a small cushion underneath the lad's hips and found the lube. "Prepare us, Bruce!" Bill commanded.
Bill seemed to enjoy the sight of his older friend greasing up his cock, and when Bruce pulled down his own jock Bill saw that Bruce was as aroused as himself.
For the next twenty minutes the two men changed the play with Colin's body. Most of the time the lad was being fucked in both ends. The wax cracked and the boy showed every sign of excitement.
"Please be harder, Bruce! Let me cum now. Please let me cum!" Colin shouted and tried to lift his hips. At the same time he tightened his arse-muscles. Bruce exploded deep inside the boy. He continued fucking the eager hole and watched Bill's wanking in front of Colin's face. Bill and his son erupted at the same time. With a howl Bill sent his man-milk all over Colin's face. Some landed inside his open mouth. Colin exploded hands-free again, but the force in the eruption was a bit lower this time.
Bruce withdrew his cock from the hot tunnel and went up beside Bill. With tongue and lips, the lad cleaned his two masters.
"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Bruce! What a hot evening! You will set my hands free now? And give me a beer, please!" Colin was a sight, drenched in water, wax and spunk. He displayed a bright white smile.
To be continued.