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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 - STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 38
Colin phoned Bill to tell him about an email he had just received. "Hey Dad! Do you remember our French friend Michel, the army captain? He promised to bring his son for a visit one day."
"I remember," said Bill.
"Well, I've just had an email and they're coming to Scotland for a long weekend at the beginning of February. It's a treat for his son's sixteenth birthday," said Colin. "Michel has asked if they can spend one night with us. I can tell him that they are welcome, can't I?"
"Of course, you can," replied Bill. "It will be good to see Michel again and to finally meet his boy."
"You can play with the boy while Michel works me over in the playroom," said Colin. He chuckled and added, "It will be two very different scenes. You being gentle with the boy before hopefully fucking him and me being suffering some heavy abuse."
"Not too heavy! I will make it very clear to him what our limits are," said Bill.
"Yeah. I will remind him that he can't mark my skin and ruin my career as a model when I reply to him," responded Colin. "I look forward to him fucking me though."
Michel and his son Dior arrived at Bill's house on Saturday afternoon. Colin heard their hire car arrive and rushed to greet them. He glanced at the blond teenager before hugging Michel. "Bienvenue! Welcome! I'm happy to see you here," he said.
Michel, the tall army captain that Colin had first met at one of his private sex shows, smiled. "We are happy to be in Scotland. This is my son, Dior. Dior, this is ColinÉthe young man behind the JustColin underwear brand."
At 178 cm (5ft 10 in), Dior towered over Colin but was shorter than his father. He held out his hand and said, "Bonjour, Colin. Je suis heureux de te rencontrer."
Michel tutted. "You agreed to speak English on this trip, Dior. You need to practice."
"Sorry, Father. Sorry, Colin. I'm happy to meet you," said Dior.
"I'm happy to meet you, Dior," smiled Colin. "Come and meet my daddy."
Bill was now standing in the doorway and his first sight of Dior was a three-quarters rear view. The teenager was wearing beige trousers and Bill's eyes were drawn to the well-rounded arse. "His bum is a little bigger than Colin's but it is almost identical in shape," he said to himself.
"Bill, it's good to see you again!" Bill looked up into the smiling face of Michel.
"Good to see you too," Bill said as he shook the man's hand. "Come inside. It's another cold day."
"Yes, it is cold. However there is no snow so I'm happy," Michel said as he followed Bill into the house.
"I wanted to see snow," Dior whispered to Colin.
"You'll need to go further north for that," said Colin. "We rarely get snow here on the west coast. Dad, say hello to Dior."
Bill gave Dior a huge smile and then hugged the blond teenager. "I'm delighted to meet you at last, Dior. Your father has talked about you often."
Colin saw Dior looking at Bill in what looked like a mixture of wonder and admiration. "He fancies him," he thought. However what he said was, "I will take you both up to the guest bedroom while Dad makes coffee. Follow me."
After freshening up, Michel and Dior told of their early morning flight to Edinburgh the previous day, their visit to Edinburgh Castle and walking around parts of the Old Town. "My friends told me that British food wasn't very good but we had an excellent meal last night," Dior said. "And a huge breakfast this morning. I couldn't eat any lunch!"
Colin smiled. "Many hotels serve what they call a full Scottish breakfast with lots of fried food. Very different from what is normally eaten in France."
"It's quite similar to the English full breakfast," said Michel. "But our hotel also gave us the choice of porridge or kippers as a starter!"
Bill laughed. "Well, you won't get kippers here for breakfastÉand a fried breakfast is optional. You can have cereal, or cheese and cold meats if you prefer something more European."
"Let's talk about something more interesting than food," said Colin.
Michel nodded. "We visited the Falkirk Wheel this morning. Have you seen it?"
"The rotating boat lift connecting two canals? Yes, we visited it a few years ago," replied Colin.
"Then we went to Glasgow and visited the Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery and the wonderful Riverside Museum," said Michel.
"I liked that placeÉso many old forms of transport and even a sailing shop on the river outside which we could explore," Dior said. "We had coffee and cake there."
"We plan to travel to Perth and the Trossachs tomorrow, then see more of Edinburgh before we fly home on Monday afternoon."
"You should come back in the summer and see Scotland in better weather," suggested Bill.
"We might do that," smiled Michel.
"Please tell us about modelling underwear, Colin," Dior said after a brief silence. "I thought models had to be tall."
"Most models are tall but I guess the company behind JustColin like the way I look," said Colin. "I think it's mainly because they were aiming for the teenage market and I look younger than my real age."
"He is small but perfectly proportioned," Michel said, smiling at his son and then Colin.
Dior smiled. "I have seen pictures of you almost naked and you have a fantastic body."
"Thanks. You can see me fully naked later if you wish," said Colin.
"That would be interesting butÉerm." Dior hesitated.
"Dior prefers mature menÉlike Bill," Michel stated. Dior blushed slightly and looked down.
"I can understand that," smiled Colin. "I have always preferred mature men too and my dad - Bill - is the sexiest man I know."
Dior looked at Bill and blushed again when Bill caught him looking. "You are a very handsome young man, Dior," said Bill. "I can understand why your dad loves you in the way that he does."
Dior's eyes opened wide and he looked at his father. Michel nodded and said, "Yes, Dior. Bill and Colin know that we have a sexual relationship. They are the same as us."
"I have been having sex with Bill since I was fourteen," said Colin. "We love each other very much but we have sex with other people too."
"You and I have talked about sex with others and you told me that you would like to experience sex with another man," Michel said, addressing Dior. "I know Bill quite well and I trust him. So - if you wish - my surprise birthday gift is for you to spend tonight with Bill."
"He is a wonderful lover. You will not regret it," said Colin.
"But please don't feel pressured to agree," Bill told Dior. "If this doesn't feel right or if you need more time to think about, that's okay. Colin and I hope to visit France in the summer so perhaps we can meet then."
Dior swallowed. "I don't want to wait until the summer," he said in a quiet voice.
"You want sex with Bill tonight? That is fine with me," Michel told his son.
"But what about you, Father? I don't want to leave you alone," said Dior.
"I won't be alone. I will be with Colin," replied Michel. Colin smiled and nodded his agreement.
Dior felt a pang of jealous but then he looked at Bill and said, "Okay, I would like to spend tonight in your bed."
Bill patted Dior's hand. "Don't worry. I won't do anything without your approval. I want tonight to be very special for youÉsomething for you to remember as exciting and pleasurable."
"Thank you, Bill," smiled Dior.
"Okay. Now we have that settled, shall we go for a walk?" Colin suggested. "I'd like to show you some of our small town."
Everyone enjoyed the walk. Bill offered Michel an aperitif before going off to finish cooking the dinner and Colin amused the French visitors by telling them about his recent trip to Australia with Bill.
"Dinner is ready," announced Bill. "Would you like to come through to the dining room?"
"This is one of my favourite soups. It's called cock-a-leekie," Colin said as he sat down.
"A leaky cock?" Dior asked with a smile.
Colin laughed. "It's made with chicken and leeks - poulet et poireaux."
Dior tried some. "It tastes good."
"Thank you, Dior," smiled Bill. "I thought you might like to sample some traditional Scottish food."
"Don't worry. We are not going to force you to eat haggis," said Colin. "We know that many people are scared when they hear about the ingredients."
"I told Dior about haggis," smiled Michel. "I think he will be relieved that it's not on the menu."
"I have prepared salmon for the main course but I have roast chicken if you don't like salmon," Bill told his guests.
"We both adore salmon," responded Michel.
The main course was enjoyed by everyone and the meal was rounded off by Colin's favourite dessert - cranachan. "The raspberries were grown in our garden and frozen last summer," Colin explained.
"It's delicious," said Dior.
"I'm glad you like it," said Bill.
They talked about France after dinner but eventually the subject went back to sex. "Have you seen any of my videos?" Colin asked Dior.
"I have seen short videos of you modelling at events in London and Milan on YouTube," replied Dior.
"So you haven't seen my sex videos then," said Colin.
Dior looked surprised. "You have made sex videos?"
"A few," smiled Colin. "They were fun to make. They are only available to a small group of people but I think your dad bought some."
"Dior is too young to watch that kind of video," said Michel.
Colin laughed then said, "Legally that is true. Boys can legally have sex at sixteenÉor fifteen in FranceÉbut they are not supposed to watch others having sex until they are eighteen."
"What did you do in those videos?" Dior asked.
"What do you think?" Colin grinned. "I sucked cock and let men fuck me."
"In front of a cameraÉwith people watching you? I could never to that," said Dior.
"I love having an audience," responded Colin. "Especially a live audience." He winked at Michel.
Dior shook his head. "Not me. I just want to be alone with one other person when I make love."
"You are a romantic. I like that," said Bill.
Dior smiled at Bill. Colin nudged Dior and said, "I think it's time you two went upstairs and got to know each other better. I'll stay and chat with your dad for a little while."
Dior looked at Michel who said, "Yes, you go off and have some fun with Bill. Colin will keep me company down here and then share my bed later."
Bill stood up and held out his hand to Dior. The youngster took Bill's hand and then kissed his dad before going upstairs with Bill.
"He will be okay, won't he?" Michel said to Colin.
"Yes, of course," replied Colin. "Dad will be gentle and will do only what Dior wants." Then he smiled and added, "I'm probably the one should be worried. I'm alone with a big, strong man who has been turned on in the past seeing me tied up, whipped and fucked hard."
Michel smiled. "You were on a stage so I'm guessing not everything was as it seemed."
"Most of it was real," smiled Colin. "The sex certainly wasn't faked."
Michel nodded. "You promised that I could tie you up, play with your body and have sex with you. Is that still the case?"
"Yes, but there are some limits," replied Colin.
"I know. Bill told me this afternoon when we were out walking," said Michel. "I can't do anything which might draw blood or result in your skin being permanently marked. I'm fine with that. I didn't like some of the heavier action in your stage shows."
"Okay. Let me show you our playroom," said Colin. "I put the heater on a short time ago so it will be at a comfortable temperature."
While Colin was taking Michel to the playroom, Bill was admiring Dior's naked body. He had undressed the teenager after they had kissed. Bill had felt the teen's erection pressing against him during the kiss and now he could see the French teen in all his naked glory.
Dior was slim with his chest showing the beginnings of definition. His blond pubes had been closely trimmed and his uncut 15 cm (6 inch) was standing proud above a pair of hairless balls.
"You are beautiful," smiled Bill.
Dior smiled back. "May I undress you?"
"Go ahead," replied Bill. He watched as Dior's slim fingers unbuttoned his shirt and saw his eyes light up at the sight of the hairy chest. "Do you like what you see?"
"Oh, yes," smiled Dior. "My father's chest is smooth and very manly but I have always liked seeing a hairy chest. May I touch it?"
Bill nodded and let his shirt drop to the floor. "You may touch any part of me."
Dior used both hands when he caressed Bill's chest. He loved the feel of the soft hair covering the firm muscles. Finally his hands moved down to the belt. He smiled at Bill as he opened the belt and the top button of the trousers. Then he knelt down to unzip the trousers and pull them down over the strong, hairy thighs. He gulped at the size of the bulge in Bill's briefs but concentrated on getting the trousers off. Bill helped by stepping out of them. Dior pushed the trousers aside and removed Bill's socks before turning his attention to the briefs. He looked up at Bill again before rubbing his nose against the outline of the semi-erect cock. Then, moving back a little, he hooked his fingers into the waistband off the briefs and slowly eased them down.
"Oh!" Dior gazed at the semi-erect cock and then smiled up at Bill. "Very nice." Bill just smiled and stepped out of the briefs. Dior rubbed his nose against the cock again and then against the large hairy balls. Then he ran a fingertip along the growing cock, watching as it lengthened and became fully erect. "It's beautiful," he said in little more than a whisper as looked closely at the thick 24 cm (9.5 inch) cock. "It's even bigger than my father's."
Outside in the playroom, Colin was stripping for Michel. "You have seen every part of me before but now you can touch any part of me. You can use my mouth and my boy-cunt for your pleasure. You have watched me being fucked and tonight you can fuck me."
"It will be a dream come true." Michel caressed Colin's left cheek before pulling him close and kissing him roughly. One hand slid down Colin's back and cupped a buttock. Michael squeezed the buttock as the kiss ended.
"Let me show you around," Colin said to Michel. He showed him the St Andrew's cross, the leather sling, the padded bench and the chains suspended from the ceiling. He pointed out the collection of sex toys and punishment instruments. "This is our latest addition," he said as he presented the low stool with a toilet seat in place of the original top. "You can sit on that if you would like me to rim you. And over there is an open shower if you are into some piss fun."
"It's very well-equipped," said Michel. "I think I would like to start with you in the sling."
"Your wish is my command, master," said Colin. Moments later Colin was on his back in the sling, with his wrists and ankles bound to the hanging chains.
Michel stood back to admire his handiwork. He smiled and started to undress, saying, "It's time for me to get comfortable."
Colin watched with interest as the tall, very fit 55 year old began to undress. He recalled seeing the man wear a "Gates of Hell" chastity device on his cock at one of his early private shows. The members of the audience had worn only bathrobes for the second part of the show and that allowed him to see them almost naked. However Colin could only vaguely remember what Michel's body had looked like. Now he could see it clearly and he admired the man's smooth, sculpted chest and the six-pack. Finally Michel dropped his boxer-briefs to stand naked and erect in front of Colin. The cock was 22 cm (over 8.5 inches) long and just as thick as Bill's. Colin smiled and said, "I like your cock."
"I have seen you take bigger ones on stage," Michel said. "I hope it will satisfy you."
"Those big ones hurt. I will get pleasure without pain from yours," responded Colin.
"But I want to hurt you a little," Michel said with a smile.
"You can fuck me as hard as you wish," said Colin. "You can also use any of the toys on meÉmaster."
While Michel was examining the toys and various punishment instruments, Dior was being rimmed by Bill. He had brought Bill close to orgasm by sucking his cock. Now he was dripping pre-cum as Bill prepared him for the fucking he clearly desired. Then he began to whimper. Moments later he cried, "Please fuck me, Bill. Fuck me!"
Bill paused and asked, "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you and you said my cock is bigger than your father's."
Dior looked over his shoulder when he replied, "Yours is a little longer but I don't think it is any thicker. I can take it."
"Okay but I think I should use a dildo to prepare you," said Bill. "I have one here." He reached into the drawer of the bedside cabinet and took out a tube of KY jelly and a thin 23 cm (9 inch) dildo.
Bill used his fingers to open Dior, first one and then two. Since the boy adapted quite easily to two fingers, Bill decided that his father's cock must be close to his own in thickness, if not in length, just as he had said. A few minutes later, he greased up his cock and then lined it up against the boy's quivering entrance.
Dior pushed back against the cock seeking admittance and then gasped as it burst through his sphincter. However he smiled as the cock slid deeper and Bill realised that the boy could take and enjoy his cock. Bill started fucking with short, slow thrusts and gradually built up speed.
Over in the playroom, Michel returned to Colin with a large handful of clothes pegs and two heavy alligator nipple clamps. "I know you love tit-work," Michel said with what could be described as an evil smile.
Colin looked a bit concerned. "I have to be really horny to take those clamps. Could we start with something a bit less painful?"
"I'm in charge so don't tell me what to do," responded Michel. He put the clamps and the pegs down on a nearby bench and then pinched and twisted Colin's nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Colin moaned and his cock became stiffer. Michel then let go of the nipples before bending down to bite them. Colin moaned louder but his little nubs were standing proud, just like his cock.
Moments later Michel opened the spring-loaded clamps and placed them over Colin's nipples. Colin gritted his teeth but nothing could prepare him for the pain which surged through his body when Michel suddenly released the clamps and the metal teeth bit into his nipples. His scream filled the room and Michel smiled. "Are you enjoying them as much as I am?"
Colin resisted the urge to swear. He glared at the man and then looked at his nipples. He wouldn't have been surprised to see blood but there wasn't any. Then he remembered that the metal teeth had been filed down to reduce the possibility that they would break the skin.
"You seem to have lost your erection," remarked Michel. "That will make it easier to attach these wooden clothes pegs."
Since the Frenchman had worn a painful-looking cock restraint on their first encounter, Colin wasn't surprised to learn that he was into CBT. He watched and winced as Michel attached pegs to his cock and to his scrotum. He counted as four were fixed to points close to his balls, two to his foreskin and four to the skin on his cockshaft. He tried to shake them loose but they were firmly attached. "They bloody hurt!" he complained.
"Good! Maybe you could have some attached like this during your next private show," Michel suggested. "I think many of those watching would love the chance to attach a peg or two."
Colin wasn't sure that he was going to do another private show but he didn't really like the idea of men he didn't know torturing his cock and balls. "Please, sir. Please take these things off and fuck me," he begged.
Michel smiled and shook his head. "I'm not quite ready to fuck." He flicked the clothes pegs one by one, enjoying the sound of Colin's whimpers. He then started removing the pegs and Colin sighed with relief. Michel fondled the small cock, noting the marks where pegs had been attached and soon Colin was erect once more.
Returning to the toy shelf, Michel remarked, "It is a pity that there are no metal sounds. I'd love to have fucked your little cock with some man-size ones."
Colin was thankful that Bill wasn't into the use of sounds but he groaned when he saw Michel pick up a cock-whip. Then as the man came nearer he saw that it was a lightweight one that Bill used to tease rather hurt him. However he still cried out and moaned when Michel started hitting his cock and later his balls. "I'll make him think he's hurting me," was his reasoning.
"Okay, we must try something else," Michel said as he tossed the cockwhip aside. He removed the heavy nipple clamps and Colin screamed as the blood returned to his abused nubs. Michel watched with a smile on his face until Colin became silent. Then he released the wrist and ankle restraints and carried Colin over to a padded bench. Colin was placed face-down over the bench and secured by leather cuffs.
Upstairs in Bill's bedroom, Dior was getting closer and closer to cumming. He moaned and cried, "Je viens!"
Bill smiled but continued to pound the boy's arse. Suddenly Dior gasped and spunked off hands-free. His cock sent several jets of white cum over his upper body.
Bill had slowed down while Dior was cumming but now he fucked harder and faster than before. Dior, his cock still rock-hard, whimpered and pushed back against Bill's cock. Then Bill grunted and blasted off deep inside the teenager.
"Oui, Papa!" cried Dior. He smiled up at Bill. "I mean, yes Bill."
Bill collapsed on top of the French teenager and hugged him.
Michel caressed Colin's smooth buttocks. "I know I can't mark your skin but I really want to whip your ass. May I use my belt on you?"
Colin was surprised to be asked but Bill had made it very clear to Michel that he couldn't do anything which left marks lasting more than a few minutes.
"Yes, but no more than six strokes, please," said Colin. "I would prefer you to punish my pussy with your big cock."
Michel went over to his clothes to collect his leather belt. He wrapped the buckle end around his fist and then almost caressed Colin's back and buttocks with the other end. Suddenly he raised his arm and brought the belt down sharply across Colin's bum.
"Oww!" Colin complained.
"I have seen you take very much harder blows in your shows," said Michel.
"Perhaps but I also exaggerated their effects," Colin said to himself. He let out another yell after the next stroke.
"What is that noise?" Dior asked in the silence of the master bedroom.
Bill smiled and replied, "It's the noise of Colin and your father having fun in the playroom. I have a `baby monitor' which allows me to hear what it happening when Colin is playing in there without me." He didn't like to tell Dior that he didn't totally trust Michel. "Shall I turn the volume up so that we can hear better?"
"Yes, please," smiled Dior. "Oh, I think my father is whipping Colin." Colin has just received another stroke from Michel's belt."
"I hope he is being careful," responded Bill.
Suddenly there was a loud shriek from Colin. Bill sat up and heard Michel say, "I'm so sorry, Colin. I miscalculated. I really didn't mean to hit you so hard."
Colin sobbed. "Fuck!" Bill jumped out of bed, grabbed his warm dressing and said, "You stay here, Dior," before rushing downstairs and outside to the playroom.
When Bill burst into the playroom, he found Colin lying flat and Michel rubbing some of their special African pain-killing cream on his butt. "What the hell are you doing, Michel? I told you not to hurt Colin."
"I didn't mean to," said Michel. "He told me that this cream would take the pain away."
Bill glared at Michel. "That's a nasty-looking red stripe. You'd better not have broken the skin."
"I haven't. I checked," responded Michel.
"It's not that bad, Dad," said Colin. "It's already hurting a lot less."
Bill shook his head. "I think you should leave and let me take care of Colin," he told Michel.
"No, Dad! I still want Michel to fuck me," Colin said firmly. "I'm a big boy now and I can make my own decisions."
"ButÉ"
"You're in your bare feet. You must be freezing," Colin said in a softer tone. "Go back to bed, Dad. I'll be fine."
"I promise not to hit Colin again," said Michel.
"Please, Dad." Colin looked at Bill with his big brown eyes.
Bill sighed heavily. "OkayÉbut be very careful, Michel."
"I heard what happened," Dior said when Bill was back in the master bedroom. "My father won't hurt Colin again."
"He'd better not," Bill said softly as he climbed into bed and spooned up against Dior. He didn't want to upset the boy.
"I like you holding me like this," Dior said after a few minutes. "I'mÉum, what's the wordÉhorny again. Feel."
Bill slid his hand down and took hold of the stiff boy-cock. "Teenage boys are always horny."
Dior smiled and then turned to face Bill. "Would you like to take some photos of me? I have often dreamt of posing naked for a sexy man."
"Doesn't your father take photos of you?" Bill asked.
"Not ones of me naked," replied Dior. "He says it would cause problems if anyone else saw them."
"I understand. Okay, I will take some photos of you naked if you wish," said Bill.
Dior smiled as he jumped out of bed. "Please put more lights on. I want you to have very clear pictures of my body."
As Bill switched on extra lights and found his camera, Dior practiced what he called sexy poses.
Back in the playroom, Michel had spent some minutes apologising to Colin for going too far. "I'm afraid that red stripe will visible for a day or two, possibly showing as a bruise," he said.
"And then it will fade," said Colin. "I don't have any modelling jobs in the near future so no real harm has been done."
"I must do something to make amends. What can I do for you?" Michel asked.
Colin smiled. "You can fuck my brains out. No, fuck the cum out of me!"
"Are you sure?'
"Yes, Michel," replied Colin. "Do it here with me lying on the bench." He turned onto his back and smiled up at the man, not showing any discomfort from his sore butt pressing against the bench.
Michel remembered seeing lube on the shelf next to the sex toys so he fetched it and then knelt down to prepare Colin. He rubbed a generous amount over and into the eager hole, watching Colin's cock stiffen and become fully erect.
Colin smiled when one long finger entered him and then began moving in and out. "I love being fucked."
"I guessed that from the way you took big cocks in Monsieur Reynard's shows," said Michel.
Colin laughed. "Those monster cocks can be painful but they are fun to take occasionally. It turns me on when I do it in front of an audience. Being fucked by a cock like yours is more satisfying." He moaned softly when Michel eased a second finger inside his hole.
"Bill has never shown his cock on stage. Is his about the same as mine?" asked Michel.
"The same thickness but maybe a little longer," replied Colin. "I'm going to enjoy yours."
"I hope Dior enjoys Bill's," said Michel.
"He will. Dad will be very careful and ensure Dior is ready before entering him," responded Colin. "Now forget about Dior for the moment and concentrate on me. You can fuck me as hard as you like."
Michel stopped finger-fucking Colin. "In that case, I don't think we need waste any more time on foreplay."
Colin held his legs back and apart, keeping himself open while Michel lubed his cock.
Upstairs in the master bedroom, Bill was sucking Dior's stiff cock and fingering his hole. "Yes, Bill. That feels good. I want your cock inside me again. Please fuck me again," said Dior.
Bill sat back and smiled at the French teenager. "You want Uncle Bill to fuck you?"
"Yes, please," smiled Dior.
Colin watched as Michel stepped closer and placed his cockhead against its target. Without any warning, Michel lunged forward and drove his cock all the way inside Colin's arse in a single brutal thrust. Colin gasped, almost as much because of the shock as the flash of pain. Then he smiled up at Michel. "That hurt but in a good way. Now use my pussy for your pleasure and don't worry about hurting me. Unlike your son, I can take it."
"I'm going to fuck you so hardÉ" Michel began.
"That is what I want," grinned Colin.
Michel began to fuck Colin, quickly moving into a hard, fast rhythm. Then he switched to long-dicking, pulling almost all the way out and ramming all the way back in again. Colin gasped a few times during this but leaked pre-cum at a steady rate. When Michel returned to a fast pounding, Colin said, "I won't be able to last much longer if you keep this up."
Michel immediately slowed down, much to Colin's annoyance. However Michel only did it because he was close to the edge too and he didn't want to come just yet. After a few minutes of slow, steady fucking, Michel went back to long-dicking Colin. Colin started playing with his still-tender nipples as he let the Frenchman do as he wished. Then Michel resumed fucking hard and fast, really pounding into Colin's arse. Droplets of sweat fell onto Colin.
Colin moaned and whimpered and then suddenly he gasped. "I'm cumming!" he cried as the first of several blasts of cum flew into the air. Soon Colin's upper body was splattered with drops of white cum.
Then Michel grunted, rammed his cock as deep as possible and sent volley after volley of man-cream into Colin's bowels. After he has finished spunking off, Michel resumed fucking movements until his cock returned to a flaccid state. "Thank you, Colin. You are a great fuck."
"Would you like to fuck your son as hard as that?" Colin asked.
"Perhaps, but I really don't want to hurt him?" replied Michel.
Colin smiled as he lay back on the bench. "He might enjoy it. I did. You should discuss it with him."
"Maybe when he is a little older," responded Michel. He looked at Colin for a few moments and then said, "In one of your videos, you received a number of golden showers. Did you enjoy that?"
"I loved it," smiled Colin. "Do you want to piss over me?"
Michel nodded. "May I piss on your pretty face?"
"Yes, of course. You can piss in my mouth too," replied Colin. "Let's go over there." He pointed to the open shower area in the corner.
"I have never done this before but I have thought about it," Michel said as he walked beside Colin. "Don't you find itÉerm, degrading?"
"Some people would say it is but for me it's a way of showing that I submit to you," said Colin. "I am taking your waste body fluids so it's like I'm saying I'm not your equal. I'm your sex slave."
"But you're not really my sex slave. You set the limits before we start," Michel stated.
"Correct. I love the fantasy of submitting to a bigger, older man. I pretend that I'm not your equal because my cock is tiny in comparison to yours," said Colin. "But in reality you have to follow my rules if you want to fuck me."
Michel smiled. "And because you are cute and extremely sexy, men like me are eager to fuck you so we obey your rules."
Colin smiled and knelt down. "Now we finish the fantasy. You can now piss over what you called `my pretty face'."
Michel took hold of his soft dick as he towered over Colin and tried to relax his bladder. It took a few moments for the flow to start but then the golden stream hit Colin's chest. Michel hurriedly directed the stream higher and Colin turned his head from side to side with his eyes closed so that every part of his face was soaked. Then he opened his mouth and allowed Michel to piss in it. He didn't swallow but let the warm liquid fill his mouth before dribbling down his chin and falling to the floor.
When the flow finally stopped, Colin smiled and leaned forward to kiss the end of Michel's dick. "Thank you, master. May I have your permission to empty my bladder?"
Michel nodded. "Yes, I want to see you piss over yourself."
Michel's yellow liquid had drained away but Colin lay on his back on the wet floor and took hold of his semi-erect cock. The first drops of piss landed on his stomach but then Colin lifted the head of his cock higher and the stream moved up his body until it reached his face. Colin closed his eyes and soaked his face. Then he opened his eyes and his mouth, looking at Michel as he swallowed the liquid which fell into his mouth. He smiled at Michel when the flow stopped. "I hope you enjoyed that."
"I did," smiled Michel. He reached down and pulled Colin to his feet. Then, to Colin's surprise, he licked the piss-wet face and finished by giving him a long, passionate kiss. "Thank you, Colin. This has been a dream come true. I am sorry for hurting you earlier but I hope you had a good time too."
"It has been fun," smiled Colin. "You are one of the few men to have attended more than one of Monsieur Reynard's shows. I think it's right that you should have had the opportunity to fuck me."
"It was an honour to be allowed to fuck you," smiled Michel.
Colin turned and switched on the shower. "I'm getting cold standing here wet with piss. Let's have a nice warm shower and then we can cuddle up in bed together."
"That sounds like a good idea," smiled Michel.
Early the next morning Colin crept into the master bedroom and found Dior awake. "I think your father would like to see you beside him when he wakes up," he whispered. "And I want be beside my Dad."
Dior smiled and crawled out of the bed. "Your Dad is a lovely man and a great lover," he whispered.
"I know," smiled Colin. "I will see you for breakfast sometime after nine." He climbed into bed beside Bill and cuddled up to him. Bill was asleep but he automatically pulled Colin closer.
Bill provided the visitors with a full Scottish breakfast and then later stood beside Colin to wave them on their way. "An interesting couple. I hope they will be happy together," he said to Colin as they went back into the house.
"I hope so too," said Colin. "As a real father and son, it won't be easy."
"You might not be my real son but I couldn't love you any more than I do already," Bill said as he hugged Colin.
"I know and I feel the same way about you," smiled Colin. "I love you with all my heart and I worship you with my body. Dior said this morning that you were a great lover and I would say that you are the best. The best father and the best lover."
Bill smiled and kissed Colin. "Finding you was the best thing I've ever done."
Colin grinned. "I want you to fuck me later but right now I just want you to hold me in your arms."
"Okay, son." Bill picked Colin up and carried him to the sofa.
"I have a question for you, Dad," Colin said as he sat wrapped in Bill's arms. "Why were you listening to what was happening in the playroom? I don't like the idea of you spying on me."
"Sorry about that, Colin," Bill said. "It was because of a report I received from Reynard. You know that he likes to double check all the men who attend your private shows, right?" Colin nodded. "Well, Kasim checked on Michel's past prior to the first show he attended and discovered that he had a note in his army records about the use of excessive physical punishment of his soldiers when he was a young officer. That wasn't relevant when he was simply part of the audience. However, when I told Reynard about him coming here for sex with you, he suggested I should be careful if you were to be alone with him. I didn't want to scare you unnecessarily but it's why I set up the baby monitor with a hidden microphone in the playroom. It wasn't because I didn't trust you."
"Hmm, I understand. Michel stopped and apologised when he realised he had gone too far," said Colin. "You saw that he was applying pain-numbing cream when you arrived so I'm sure he didn't hurt me intentionally. You were wise to take precautions though so thank you for that." He gave Bill a quick kiss. Then he smiled and said, "No more eavesdropping though, okay? If you are ever worried about my safety in future, tell me and we will decide together what to do."
"I promise, my love," said Bill. The pair came together for another kiss.
To be continued