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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 39 (Brickwall estate - inauguration)
"How is your bum, son? Problems sitting this week after the military exercises with the Frenchman?" Bill placed an arm around Colin. The two were walking through the town on their way to a meeting in Brickwall Mansion on the outskirts.
"No problem, Dad. Michel has called me twice. He is very sorry for what happened. Mr Willkie, my swim instructor as you know, used my sore butt as an excuse for seeing me naked in his office every time I've been to the pool. And Svend Ð Professor Thomsen Ð invited me for an evening talk." Colin was happy for his dad's concern. When at home, he loved to be cared for by his loving Daddy.
"Evening talk? About your butt?" Bill grinned and pinched Colin's left buttock.
"Actually I was naked with him, and Svend has those warm, caring hands Ð like you, Dad." Colin placed his head on his dad's shoulder.
Bill just rolled his eyes. They entered the outer gate to the huge estate.
"Have you seen Qi lately, or did you need to recover after young Dior's playfulness in bed?" Colin knew that his dad was very fond of the young Chinese man who was butler and chauffeur at the estate, and also Mr Granville's close companion. Normally Qi would have collected them with one of the cars, but Bill had wished this walk alone with Colin after all the adventures the previous weekend.
"He has been around during the week." Bill blushed. "Maybe not telling his boss. Qi hasn't your freedom, you know."
"Been around? You mean, been around your bed?" Colin teased again. They were at the bottom of the huge stairs leading to the double doors.
"Qi is very fond of fast cars as I think you know. He invited me for someÉ excursionsÉ" Bill stumbled over the words.
Before the two were able to announce their presence, the door opened and young Qi, dressed in a sarong and a white see-through shirt wished them welcome in an oriental way. "Mr Granville waits for you in the orangery, gentlemen. Asgeir, I mean Mr Ragnarsson, has just arrived." Qi went in front of the guests.
Colin felt he had to pinch Bill as he was staring at Qi's butt. "Behave, Dad!" Colin whispered. Qi was a dream of a boy.
"Behave yourself, honey! Qi told me about your play in the barn with the Icelander. The man's as hot as his cousin, he said." They waited outside the door until Qi solemnly announced them. Colin smiled. Both the men waiting inside had fucked him, and they were both great fuckers.
"Good to see you back in my humble home, gentlemen, both of you!" Mr Granville stood up to greet them Ð dressed in European style today.
"Humble home?" Colin thought, probably the richest and most sophisticated home in the area. Mr Granville's uncle and his ancestors had owned most of the land around, their fortunes earned in the colonies.
"Thank you for the invitation," Bill responded. "I assume it's a business lunch sir, not only pleasure." Bill knew pretty well that the annual inauguration in the so-called father-son cult was the main topic."
"Doing business with you and above all with young Colin is always a pleasure!" Mr Granville showed the guests their seats. "I have invited Mr Ragnarsson Ð Asgeir you know Ð because he is the master of horses and I want to involve some horse business in the ceremony this year." Bill looked at the casually-dressed Icelander who seemed a bit outside his comfort zone here in the orangery.
"So sir, you want me to be fucked in public by a horse this time. Not only a golden cock?" Colin grinned.
"Colin, please!" Bill interrupted.
"Not a bad thought, young man. You probably remember you tested my centaur installation some months ago Ð not a success I must admit Ð never worked as planned. But now I have a new horse in my studio, and he's working well!" The man talked very enthusiastically. "And I have a photographer ready to take outdoor pictures this afternoon if you both permit."
"Now champagne, to celebrate the new season!" Mr Granville rang his silver bell. Qi, still dressed in his sarong, but now shirtless, brought glasses and champagne. "I hope you take a good look at my dear companion. I want him naked beside you this year, Colin. He has worked with his muscles, really hard. You have to persuade him, Colin. He's still a bit shy." The young Chinese man blushed when all eyes were set on him.
"Cheers, sir!" Bill lifted his glass. He wanted to release the youngster from the attention.
"Please just call me Eddy, Bill. We are both very fond of our young sons!" The man returned the salute by raising his glass.
Colin wanted to go on with business, and felt the opening ceremony was about to end. "You know my stand-in father from the event last year is currently in Africa sir, and his successor, Professor Thomsen, is not willing to replace him."
"I heard that, Colin, and I'm sorry. He's an entertainer I understand, into some Viking roles. It could be good for the set-up! But, okay, he's probably not into tough games like Professor Olsen." Eddy placed his eyes on Bill. "And you are determined not to participate, Bill? You would have been my first choice, you know."
"To have sex with my son, and play dirty games with him in front of all the dignitaries in the county? Not me, Eddy. Not me. But I'll be there to protect him from the wolves, of course."
"Please, Dad, we know that, okay?" Now Colin was the one to interrupt.
"Asgeir here would be a perfect `daddy' for him in the show. Rumours say he's a great stallion." Bill winked. "And I think Colin hasÉ"
"Asgeir has agreed to take part, but he will have another role." The man asked for more champagne. Qi was there seconds later.
"Ok, gentlemen, but tell me about the event. Tell me what you plan for me this year. I was inaugurated last year, so it must be different this time." Colin looked at the host. He thought there had been too much chatting already.
"Well, Colin, you know the story about Troy and the giant wooden horse in the battle for the city?" Eddy looked at Colin, who suddenly was one big grin.
"And you want me to play Queen Helen, eh?" Colin joked.
"No, but you will be a perfect, almost naked, Prince Paris, the most beautiful young man ever seen!" Mr Granville had placed a hand on Colin's bare arm.
"And Prince Paris will be fucked by a horse?" Colin smiled.
"Not far from my intention, love!" Eddy let his hand touch Colin again. "I have created the outfit for all the sons coming this year, more of them than ever. Word got around about last year's inauguration, I guess." Without waiting for an answer, he used the silver bell again.
The lights changed, and some oriental music was played. As if from another world Mr Granville's adopted twins, Arjuna and Bandula arrived side by side. The twins, born in Sri Lanka, were just 20, but looked like young teenagers. Their dark skin was glistening with oil and so was their dark hair. Their upper bodies were naked, but for a feather through each nipple and a golden dog collar. A very low-cut, almost see-through creation showed they both had totally smooth bodies and wore a tiny cock-cage.
"Wow!" Colin applauded, and both Bill and Asgeir joined in.
"Will I be dressed like that as well?" Colin asked.
"In the beginning, yes, but you will soon be the Prince, a completely naked prince." The man placed a hand on Colin's upper leg. The `prince to be' smiled when he watched two men, a bit stressed, working to adjust bulges that told of their excitement.
"I have found my father for the show, sir! But I have to tell him about the set-up first. I guess you want a real stallion to fuck me on stage again, Honoured High Priest!" Colin made a bowing motion.
"No doubt, and if possible he should be as well-equipped as your own dad." The man flirted openly. "Gentlemen, lunch is served in the dining room!"
Nothing was said about the inauguration during the meal. Bill and Colin had much to tell about their Christmas trip `Down Under' and Mr Granville informed them about his family's stay in Sri Lanka for the season. Qi brought oriental dishes to the table and helped the guests with tea and fruit. Bill met Qi's eyes from time to time, and Colin followed the host's observation through side glances. Colin was not quite sure what was going on, but Bill was without doubt very charmed by the young Chinese man.
"I hope you all are satisfied with the meal." Mr Granville looked at his watch for the third time in the last few minutes. "I have an appointment with a video-producer who will help us with the performance. Asgeir, if you take Colin to the stables, I'll meet you with the photographer in half an hour. And Bill, Qi will take you to my studio and explain the new installation. You may even try it!" The man grinned, but was very restless. "I need your approval for the video afterwards."
"Asgeir, we have half an hour. Forget about the video just now. Find a place without security cameras, please. I'm so damn horny. I've watched you since I arrived. You can't hide that wood of yours." Colin almost pushed the Icelander into the barn. Seconds later Asgeir helped Colin to climb the ladder to the upper floor. The room was filled with hay bales.
"I don't think he has a camera here, but you never know. Tough security is required around the expensive horses, you see." Asgeir did not protest when Colin started to undress him. Colin played with the Nordic guy's light body hair and he kissed the front of the man all the way down to his belt. With help from Asgeir himself, Colin stripped off the man's jeans. The impressive bulge made Colin both sniff and lick.
"I want you to fuck me, Asgeir. No time for foreplay though. I need to cum before we have to do Mr Granville's business. Give me that horse-cock, please!" Colin pulled down the man's tight underwear. "Your cock is a dream, Asgeir, a Viking beauty!" Asgeir moaned when Colin started to lick and suck the cock Ð a cock in size like his dad's, but not as thick as his. Colin used to struggle until he was really warmed up, but this time he let Asgeir throat-fuck him with all his 24 cm (9.5 inches). He coughed. Spit and mucus wet both the cockshaft and the hard, hairless balls, and tears filled Colin's eyes.
"Take it easy, boy. Let me undress you, I guess we do need to hurry!" Asgeir helped Colin to get rid of his clothes. The boy was completely naked when he was placed on a hay bale. The man used his mouth and tongue now. He chewed Colin's tiny dick and his hard balls while he squeezed his purple nipples.
"Yes, yes, treat me roughly! Do me hard! Fuck me. Please let me have your horse-cock, a real one!" Colin screamed. "Prince Paris, damn! I'm no prince. I'm your dripping hot slut, Asgeir. Drench me with your seed like the horse in the stable!"
Asgeir brushed Colin free from hay and dust and forced his legs backwards. His tongue searched the boy-cunt and found a very willing love tunnel.
"May I have sharper focus!" Mr Granville shouted. "I was correct! He wanted a fuck; he wanted a fuck, the little slut, the beautiful slut, the baby-boy! My baby-boy!" The young man with thick glasses used the joystick to adjust the video camera.
"The best I can do, sir!" The technician let the camera zoom into Colin's arse, but Asgeir's head blocked most of the view. However when Asgeir searched in his jacket for some lube, the half-open boy-cunt filled the screen.
"A beauty, a beauty!" Mr Granville had opened his fly. He turned to one of the other six screens. "Can you show me a playback from the studio-cam. I just want to see Qi undress his new lover, and please make a good copy. Colin would love to see his Dad fuck my son. Bill is hot as hell, and Qi got his instructions!" Mr Granville talked to the helping lad, but mostly to himself.
After some technical problem was solved, a double camera showed the studio. In the middle was a sort of statue of a horse, very lifelike, but covered in a glistening material. The horse's fifth leg, as Colin later called it, was unnaturally large, but modelled from a real horse just before ejaculation.
Qi was in Bill's arms just after they entered the studio. "Forget about the horse, forget about Eddy, forget about the show, and let me look at you. You are a masterpiece!" Bill played with Qi's upper body. "Let me see the rest of you, I want to fuck you here and now. I want to continue the hot ride we had in the car. You liked it, yes?"
Bill understood that Qi was stressed. His eyes had a scared look as he looked around the room.
"Forget the cameras, Qi. He is watching us, I'm sure. Let's give him a show, eh? He likes my body too you see, and Colin is too valuable for him to lose. He will not punish you this time!" Bill had undressed the young Chinese man and carried him to one of the high stools. Bill opened his shirt and let his jeans fall to the floor. Qi knelt in front of him and worshipped the mature body.
"Yes, yes. Strip him now! That's a damn good picture! You are clever, Qi!" Mr Granville whispered. He was wanking his own super-thick cock with two fingers.
"Leave the cams now and do a job on me, Adam. I want you to blow me before we meet them outside. Go on!" Mr Granville forced the youngster down between his legs.
Colin trembled with excitement when Asgeir forced three oily fingers into his arse. Asgeir let them rest and then he made a hook. Colin screamed in the open room. He screamed with raw lust and freedom because he loved sex from a man who owned the primordial power. That was the words he used when he told Bill about the fuck in the stable attic. Bill had had to admit that even he couldn't compete with someone who had the primordial power.
Asgeir let his rock-hard tool, with the round mushroom-head, rest outside the pink rosebud. He teased Colin a bit before he attacked.
"Yeees!" Colin screamed again. He did not hold back. Just now he felt like a slut, and he acted like a slut. He gave himself to men who adored him, men who wanted him, and felt a bit sorry for the man he loved. "I hope he is screwing Qi just now!" he whispered to himself.
"What did you say, Colin?" Asgeir was close, very close. The youngster worked the man's cock with his bottom muscles.
"Forget it, Asgeir. Please cum now, please cum, and let me cum too! You are, yes you areÉ" Colin's body was suddenly far from his own control. He gasped for air and threw his head backwards.
"Give meÉyesÉgive me your horse cock, all the way, all the way, shoot, shoot! I'm cumming Asgeir, I'mÉ" Hands-free, Colin sprayed his boy-spunk all over the hay, over his own body and over Asgeir's body. The Icelander had already filled the youngster's love tunnel with his own seed.
Mr Granville used a silk handkerchief to clean his cock after he had given the young photographer his load. "I just want to see the last scenes from the studio," he said. "And take a wank before we meet the folks outside. Let the twins help you if you find them!"
Bill greased his long dick as if he was on a stage. He looked at the red light in the security cam, then he bent and kissed the young man. "I'll talk to him, Qi. Relax now, take my cock, let me do you good!" Bill, almost sixty, was not ashamed. He was certain his own Colin was in Asgeir's arms not far from him. When back in their own bed, the strange visit at the mansion would probably end with a long, hot night with teasing stories, laughter and sex.
"I want you naked on the horse's back, Colin. No funny action. Just ride towards the camera," Mr Granville instructed. Asgeir helped Colin to mount the huge stallion. Colin suddenly remembered the naked ride with Kasim, on his first visit to France. The thought of Kasim made him hard again and his balls were given a very sensual massage from the sweating horse.
"Do it again. Another entrance, guys!" Mr Granville shouted. "And I want you in front Asgeir. You lead a prince, remember." He looked at Bill and grinned. "Remove your shirt, Icelander. I want you to show off your muscles!"
Asgeir stripped. His light skin was perfect for the camera. He led the horse by the halter and the huge animal acted almost professionally.
"Help him down, Asgeir. And just stay erect, boy. I want you horny as hell. But Asgeir, I want the horse horny too. He looks like an old mare now!" Mr Granville wanted Colin to stay close to the horse. "I want a video clip as if you are to take the horse's seed, Colin, but just now he's more interested in the food. You get him erect, Asgeir!"
"You ever tried to wank a horse, sir? We need a mare in season and there's no dripping one just now." Asgeir tied the horse and comforted the huge stallion. "We can try what we crazy lads did at home. You piss on some hay, Colin, and I'll feed him. Maybe your testosterone will help Mr Granville to get his video clip."
"You ever pissed with a rock-hard cock, Asgeir?" Colin grinned. With closed eyes, he at last managed to wet the hay in front of him. Asgeir collected some and tried to feed the horse. At first the stallion shook his head and wrinkled, and lifted his tail as if in protest. Then he licked the wet food and sniffed very uneasily. In seconds the huge stallion let his horsecock leave the sheath and soon afterwards the full erection was visible.
"Wank Colin, wank now! And turn close to the horse as if you want to wank him too. Don't touch him. We don't want to break the law." Eddy looked at the camera guy who had the whole sequence stored.
"What's all this about, Eddy? You are not going to take Colin into bestiality-porn, are you?" Bill seemed worried. At the same time the man had an obvious tenting in his trousers.
"Wait for the ceremony this weekend, Bill. I wish Colin could have mixed his seed with real horse-milk, but I know it's not possible," Mr Granville said. "The show will be splendid and your little slut will be stuffed as never before!" The man was about to leave. "Please join me for a drink, Bill. We will let the younger ones finish on their own."
"Damn!" Colin snorted. "Why did he make me horny and then leave? Please Asgeir, please." The naked Colin was really frustrated, but his face ended in a big smile when he saw Asgeir strip off the rest of his clothes and untie the horse. Like an athlete, he lifted Colin back upon the horse and then mounted the horseback behind him. Naked, the two rode off into the private fields.
"Please fuck me, Asgeir. I know how, I've done it before." Colin took hold of the horse's neck and lifted his butt. Asgeir was easy to ask. He forced his plum-like cockhead into the opened boy-cunt. Colin slipped a bit back and Asgeir let the horse change to a slow gallop. He huge cock was again all inside the youngster.
The wet stripes that ran down the sides of the horse when they went back to the stable half an hour later, was not only the horse's sweat.
Bill was inspecting the basement. He wanted a place where he could watch fairly close, but not be seen. Dressed all in black he wanted to stay out of the limelight.
"Et pater filium." He read the insignia above the painted ring in gold and red. "Father and son!" he thought. Colin was very excited, but Bill himself was apprehensive. The ride on the golden cock last year had almost looked as if Colin was being fisted, and he had heard from young Qi that the finishing tool this year was even more impressive.
The room was different from last year, more oriental, less dark. The pond in the middle of the room was lit. Four golden statues of young naked men surrounded the pond filled with goldfish and some artificial pink flamingos. Four items remained from last year though, the high priest's throne, the black covered altar, chairs for the senators, and the wooden pillar with all the metal rings.
The biggest change from last year was all the screens Ð huge screens on all walls but for the front. Bill looked for Mr Granville's horse installation, but it wasn't visible.
"Et pater filium", Bill whispered. Last year Colin's Norwegian professor, Thor Olsen from Bergen, had acted as Colin's father and fucked him to heaven on the altar in front of the cult congregation. This year Bill didn't know who Colin had chosen. He had tried to find out, but Colin had been very secretive. Colin's story about a trip to the airport the day before hadn't made Bill's guess any easier.
Three young guys waited alone in the small changing room outside. Colin was excited, even though this was his second appearance in front of the strange cult. The other two were pale and did not speak much. One was a tall, well-built teenager; sixteen years old, he had told Colin. His size and his attitude made Colin wonder about his innocence. He had told Colin he was a virgin. The other guy was his younger brother. "I'm fourteen," he had said, blushing. "Thirteen!" His brother corrected.
"So you are both to be fucked by your father today?" Colin was very direct.
"I will, it's my big day!" the elder boy smiled. "He's just here for confirmation and to learn." He pointed at his brother. "He's dry, you know, hasn't shot a load yet!" He teased the younger whose face blushed red.
"I was wet yesterday," he whispered and tried to adjust his small cock-cage.
All three were dressed in the outfit Colin and Bill had been shown by the twins Ð white see-through, oriental-style wide pants, cock-cages and golden dog collars. Their upper bodies were heavy oiled and colourful feathers had been pierced through one of their nipples.
The organ started but the music was oriental. Then drums and flutes joined in to fill the room with sound.
Bill watched young Qi, dressed only in a loincloth, arrive in front of the nine so-called fathers - this year in purple robes - standing hand in hand with their sons. The men's heads were covered by black masks while the boys were dressed like the boys waiting with Colin. Bill recognised two or three youngsters from the town, and he remembered the youngster he played with in the library last year. He also recognised Patrick and Mark Ð two of the police inspector's sons.
"Strange!" Bill thought. "Guess he has lent his `fathership' to a colleague for the event."
"Et pater filium!" A herald announced the arrival of the high priest, followed by Arjuna and Bandula who carried two crystal bowls that were placed on the altar. A special light gave life to the glittering crystal. Bill looked around. The huge screens showed in detail every movement and every item.
"Domino parata! Please be seated!" The priest's voice was commanding. "We have a novice today who will be inaugurated Ð a special day for the young virgin. He brings his brother for our first confirmation ever!" The voice was hard.
"Et pater filium! The priest raised his voice. "Et pater filium!" All the men and the sons answered unison.
"Bring in the novices!" Mr Granville looked at Qi who opened the door at the back of the room. The music became louder and the two boys entered the room hand in hand with a man dressed in a white gown. The tall guy had a full black mask Ð only his lips and eyes could be seen.
Bill remembered the ritual, the questions, and the serious answers. "Are you willing to Ð in front of us Ð share your own body with your son and through that action sign a pact with him and with us?" Eddy asked at the end.
"I am," the father answered with a confident voice.
"Are you willing to let the fathers and sons help your second son to drain his body, and by that go from childhood to youth?" Eddy continued.
"Yes, I am." The man put an arm around the young lad's shoulder.
"Meet your new family members!" Qi led the youngsters and the new father to meet the nine pairs watching. The cameras followed the youngsters all the way. The oldest one had real trouble trying to adjust a heavy boner in the tight cock-cage.
"Senatores, we have a special visitor tonight. You will remember Colin who was inaugurated last year, and who won the Golden Phallus First Class at this altar." The priest pointed to the object on the front of the altar. "As a part of our Greek week celebrations, Colin and his father are present tonight. Colin will, as Prince Paris of Troy, go through the ritual to become a real Prince of our Order. He will be our very first - if he manages the rigorous testing. "Et pater filium!"
An enthusiastic applause followed the announcement. When Qi again opened the back door, a set of spotlights followed Colin and his `father'. The man was all in white. The robe became semi-transparent in the strong light. Everybody could see that the man was naked underneath the white covering, and a close-up cam revealed a real man's half-hard equipment.
"What the hell!" The usually non-swearing Bill left his place in the shadows to get a better view. `The Stallion from Morocco', the striptease dancer and former porn star, now living in Marseilles Ð fifty year old Kasim - Colin's stage lover, followed Prince Paris as the King of Troy into this set-up at the Brickwall estate.
"Nothing less! Crazy!" Bill groaned and put a hand on his own growing erection.
"Colin, are you willing to go through both joy and heavy pain, to be a Prince of our Order?" Mr Granville, as high priest, had a now more than excited voice.
"I am, master!" Colin bowed his head.
"You understand that you as a `Prince to be' must be punished for the mistakes you have made and let your father carry out the punishment?" The high priest pointed at the wooden stock.
"Yes, sir. I understand!" Colin's voice was very clear. Bill was happy that Kasim was the one to punish his boy. He knew this game. Very excited, he gave his own hard-on some jerks. Colin was now to be seen on three screens.
"Senatores temptaniensis! Bind him!" Drums followed the command.
"Don't let them fuck me, Kasim. I need your cock, your cock only. I've dreamt of that since you said yes to coming here," Colin whispered. "Dad will be thrilled."
"I can't see him, Colin love. He's not down here?" Kasim whispered back. Four `senatores' had left their seats.
"He is somewhere in the shadows, wanking I guess!" Colin grinned when the men carried him to the pillar and almost lifted him to bind his hands above his head, then spread his legs and secure them. Rather roughly, one of the men stripped Colin of his oriental pants. But for the chastity device and the collar, Colin was completely naked.
One of the men squeezed Colin's balls, while another used rough fingers on his nipples. One man sniffed Colin's smooth armpits, while the last one knelt behind the pillar and opened the boy's arse cheeks.
One huge screen showed Colin's face, one had a close-up of his lower front and the big screen opposite the altar showed Colin's naked rosebud, just now being heavily licked by one of the senators. One camera caught a slimy thread of pre-cum dripping from the front of the metal cock-cage. Without a word, Qi suddenly knelt in front of Colin and sucked the tortured cock free of pre-cum. Colin moaned because of lust and excitement.
"Enough, gentlemen!" The four moved in front of the high priest. "You find him ready for punishment?" Eddy stood up.
"Aye, Master!" A common answer came from the four.
"Then brand the young Prince with our symbols!" The high priest passed a golden box to one of the twins who, with fast steps, crossed the floor like a creeping slave.
Kasim displayed a small key to the camera and Qi hurried to unlock Colin's cock. On the huge screen the youngster's tortured dick erected in seconds. With his mouth, Qi pushed Colin's foreskin back and licked the swollen glans.
Kasim then showed a cock-ring in red and gold and attached it tight behind Colin's ball sack and cock-root. His freedom was again reduced, but this time a blood-red, hard dick and two tight wet balls were pushed forward. Colin moaned at the tough treatment and closed his eyes.
The next item showed on the screen was another version of the red and golden symbol mounted on a safety pin. Kasim Ð the show master Ð used nails on Colin's nipple and gave him real pain while he stuck the needle through the previously pierced nipple. A real scream from Colin gave the impression that Kasim pierced the youngster in front of the public. The master of the cameras zoomed simultaneously onto the boy's dick, which throbbed and pumped out drops of clear pre-cum.
A small whine was heard from some of the sons when Kasim with a theatrical movement pulled the black cover from the side table and revealed a horrifying selection of whips and canes.
"Please sir, please don't hit me. I'll do what you want me to do, sir. Please, I'm innocent. I love the beautiful Queen. I love her!" Colin yelled.
"Too late Prince, too late!" Kasim found the biggest whip Ð a real ox whip, which would hurt Colin seriously if it should hit him. Like a bullet the whip exploded first left of him, then right. There was some buzz in the room.
"Please, sirÉ." The begging from Colin was hardly heard.
Kasim then found a long cane and tested it through the air. He knew Colin hated that sound. The first stroke made Colin shiver, but the truth is that it only hit the wooden pillar, not a touch of the young body. The next stroke was a bit closer, but again nothing happened, but the heavy sound. Again the body shivered. Kasim went up to him and caressed the skin as if it had been hit. He touched Colin's upper body, his hips, his thighs and his buttocks. Nobody could hear what Kasim whispered into Colin's ear.
When Bill later that night asked Colin what Kasim had whispered, he wouldn't tell.
Kasim re-arranged Colin's cuffed arms and turned him with his front to the pillar. Then he caught the leather whip. Kasim had brought this from France. He even had some trouble with Customs in London, he told them later. He knew exactly how much Colin could take without damage, and he knew how to place the strokes to give the body a real heated colour. This was no fake Ð this was real whipping. Both Bill and Colin knew this, but they trusted the professional Arab.
The first strokes hit Colin's buttocks. The next strokes landed on his upper thighs. Then Kasim worked on Colin's upper back, before he went down to the butt with some harder strokes. Two cameras followed Colin's body. The first one showed a tearful face, the other showed a full erection, pumping and dripping.
Between the strokes the room was completely silent.
The high priest cleared his throat. Kasim gave him a look and again he went up to Colin's body and used his hands on the red, sweaty skin. He spat on two fingers and rather directly forced them into Colin's arse. "You like this Prince, don't you, or do you want more strokes?" Kasim asked. Colin did not answer. "You want to be fucked, orÉ?" Kasim continued.
"Yes, yes, make me cum sir, please sir!" Colin wiggled his butt. Kasim picked up a concave metal butt-plug and filled the lad's boy-cunt with it. Then he turned him to face the front, with his back to the pillar.
Colin gave his stage-friend a light smile and when Kasim wanked his iron-hard cock Colin threw his head backwards and gave `the father' full access.
Kasim turned to the table and found a cock-whip. Without warning, the whip hit Colin's balls from below. The sting made him howl. The next group of strokes made the little cock turn purple.
A group of hits followed from the cock root to the chest. The pierced tits looked as if they were burning. A long thread of sticky pre-cum dripped from Colin's piss-slit. The cameraman made the wet glans shine on the huge screen.
Kasim turned to the table again and caught a long, black, pencil-shaped object. He placed it close to one nipple. The click that followed was like a gunshot in the loudspeakers; next nipple, a new shot. Now Colin screamed. Alternately Kasim used the cockwhip and the electric pointer. When he at last placed the pointer at the boy's sensitive balls and then directly on his wet cockhead, Colin howled for real and shook his head.
"Please sir, I need to cum, I need to cum!" Colin begged. Kasim placed a hand on the shaved pubic bone. The other hand found the butt-plug and started a rotation. With these Kasim manipulated Colin's prostate both from inside and outside. The onlookers could see the boy curl his toes and clench his teeth. He fought to get relief.
"Yes, yes, please, please!" Bill knew this begging. Now it was real, now he was close to his first orgasm of the evening.
Kasim pulled the butt plug out. On the screen everybody could see that the man replaced the plug with three hooked fingers. The thumb and the index finger on the other hand tugged the ball sack down.
"Harder, harder, aye, ayeÉI'mÉI'm..." Colin shouted. On the huge screen a long rope of cum shot through the air. Qi, who had waited very close by, knelt in front of Colin.
"I'm cumming. Yeah, I'm cumming!" Colin sent spurt after spurt to land on the oily Chinese body.
"Let the sons taste the Prince!" the high priest shouted. Like a swarm of bees all the youngsters hurried around the pillar and licked and ate every drop of Colin's white nectar. In the end some of them fought to suck his wet cock.
"Take the Prince to his cell!" Eddy called the sons back to order.
Bill and Kasim met each other with tight hugs in the library. A large TV screen showed the ceremony in the dungeon moving on. When Colin watched the `oldies' deep kissing he felt almost invisible.
"I'd better watch the rest of the show, while you two start fucking!" Colin left for the shadow in the basement.
"The young one had his first wet cum!" Colin said when he came back. "He was really cute!"
"And the other lad, did he lose his virginity?" Bill asked and adjusted his robe. He blushed when seeing that Colin was back.
"With his dad's tiny weapon, I don't know what to call it. The boy didn't cum, but the father Ð he was in a hurry! Are you ready, sir?" Colin found Kasim's half-hard weapon and squeezed the low-hanging balls.
"On the horse in five minutes, Colin. I'll help you!" The ceremony assistant Qi was in the doorway.
"The Trojan Horse! The Prince's arrival." The high priest called out.
A three-dimensional show followed. Bill could not believe what he watched. A shirtless Asgeir led the artificial horse. The naked Colin Ð now with an oriental crown - rode the installation. At the same time the real film from the farm was projected from both sides. You could hardly tell what was real. Did Colin ride a real horse or an installation into the middle of the room?
Kasim lifted Colin down from the horse's back and placed him beside the artificial horse that now showed a tremendous boner Ð as did the real horse on the projected film. The horse wrinkled, real enough.
"Glorify the royal stallion, Prince Paris, give him your body!" Eddy was very excited for his installation.
Colin crawled under the model and found the artificial horse phallus. Bill smiled. For once the cameraman missed his target. The huge screen did not show the horse, but a close-up from behind of Colin's oiled rosebud, still partially open after the butt plug. The hard balls and the rear of his glans, with a really stretched `string' were also in the focus. The picture almost froze and was moved to the side screen, while Colin licked the rubber cock.
"Let the Trojan Horse give the prince his energy!" The priest continued his chanting.
Qi and Kasim helped Colin to lie down on a sort of low bench. They lifted and spread his legs and the screen showed an open boy-cunt. Slowly they moved the body towards the rubber glans. Eddy himself pressed a button. The fucking machine inside the installation penetrated the oily butt. Colin moaned with lust, and although maybe not correct by the screenplay, he started to wank. The machine fucked him deep and slow. Colin grinned now and he showed every sign of excitement. Bill watched with pleasure his playing young showman who suddenly owned the hall.
"Senatores, milk your sons. The Prince needs energy for his final eruption tonight!" Eddy called out.
"Kasim, more oil!" Colin whispered. "This damn machine destroys my pussy for you!" He grinned.
Qi gave Kasim something that looked like an old-fashioned oilcan. With a grin, Kasim pumped oil around the artificial cock. Eddy watched and increased the speed. Colin stopped the wanking Ð he knew he was going to cum again soon. Around him all the sons, some very young, some aged like him, were freed from their chastity cages. The first lad spunked off almost before Bandula managed to come in front of him with the crystal bowl. During less than five minutes the twins had collected the boy-milk in the bowls and placed them on the altar.
"I'm cumming, master. I'm cumming, please, please, stop the fuck, stop, stop, please!" Hands-free Colin sprayed his jizz all over his own body. At the same time Eddy pressed another button and the artificial horse-cock filled Colin with some grey cum-like juice.
"Tasted of apple!" Colin told Bill afterwards. "Not too bad to be from a horse, but I prefer yours, Daddy!"
While the oriental music played and the horse installation was removed, Arjuna and Bardula cleaned Colin in the middle of the pool, dried him and creamed him with fragrant oils. Three spots lit the black covered altar. The rest of the room was almost in the dark. A completely naked Colin, now even without his collar, stood hand in hand with Kasim. He was again erect after the twins' treatment in the pond.
The twins were now standing between the altar and the throne. Arjuna lifted one of the crystal bowls and handed it to Colin. Colin lifted the bowl above his head in triumph. All the cameras zoomed in for a close-up when Colin fed himself the boy-milk and then licked the white dots from the glass.
With a huge grin he received the second bowl from Bandula's hands. This time Colin turned around and showed the crystal bowl to the boys that had created the spunk. With a grin he let the boy-milk drip into his open mouth, before he again licked the remains. The music changed in intensity. The room was filled with excitement.
Colin looked at Kasim and found the cord that kept his robe in place. Slowly he untied the cord. The robe fell to the floor. A group sigh filled the room. Kasim was completely naked too. The Arab's well-tanned body was a huge contrast to Colin winter-pale body. Even the marks from the whipping were mostly gone. The colour of the skin was not the only contrast. The preparation, and the tight ring at the root, showed Colin, Eddy and the audience the real tool of `The Stallion from Morocco' Ð 25 centimetres (10 inches) of rock hard, very thick, and very potent cock. Bill had done a good job in the short break.
"Just fuck the shit out of me, Kasim. That's what they are here to watch. You stay and make love to me for real tomorrow, eh?" Colin squeezed Kasim's hand. Kasim nodded and smiled. "But we fuck for real, no theatrical screaming!"
"No fake. Be my master. Let me suffer, but please let me cum again!" Colin whispered and fell on his knees in front of his stage-lover. He could not wait to get the huge man-cock inside his lips. And Kasim didn't wait either, even if the set-up for the show had given different instructions. The `priest' should have given his permission. The two on the floor acted out their own show now.
Kasim started a heavy mouth-fuck and Colin managed to take two-thirds of the huge tool into his throat before he needed some air. Another fuck and Colin felt Kasim's balls on his chin. He had taken the whole cock in his mouth for the first time! With dripping tears all over the screens, Colin needed a short break. Eddy took command.
"Senore!" The priest stood up. "Do you give this boy all your manhood and renew his inauguration?
"Yes, I do!" Kasim answered.
"And Prince, let this man tie you to the altar and fulfil the act of domination!" Eddy looked at Qi who stepped forward with a set of red ropes. In a short ceremony Colin was symbolically tied to the altar. He lifted his bum and spread his legs. Again Kasim made his own rules. He knelt and sucked the boy's arse and re-opened him, as he would have done in his own bed. With his long tongue, he mouth-fucked the open boy-cunt and as a good performer he knew to place himself so that the camera had a clear view. The huge screen showed a horny youngster being tongue-fucked by a huge Arab.
"Fuck me now, Kasim, please, or I will cum too quickly. Please, please!" he whispered.
"Dear Prince." Kasim grinned. "You are not in position to beg!" Four hard spanks from an open hand followed the remark. Colin yelled and managed to hold back.
Kasim climbed onto the altar and had his well-prepared monster-cock ready. The cameras followed the slow-motion penetration, followed by one long moan from Colin all the way until the huge cock filled him. The cameras managed to capture both the penetration and Colin's dripping cock. The `priest' was about to lose his dignity. His robe was open and from time to time he wanked his own weapon. Young Qi tried to help his father back to priestly standard with the result that he lost his loincloth. The naked beauty could do nothing but watch Colin being fucked brutally hard on the altar in front of the throne.
"Let me look at you, love!" Kasim managed to free Colin from the ropes and place him on his back. Colin put his legs on Kasim's shoulders and lifted his bum from the table. The silhouette on the screens could have been taken directly from the Kama Sutra paintings in Eddy's library. Again Kasim started a slow penetration, and again Colin moaned with pleasure. But now the softness ended. The next few minutes were one single fuck. Kasim almost pulled his dick out, and then forced his weapon back, again and again. Colin took the fuck with an open mouth and soon all the three screens showed the youngster's shaking body.
"Yes Master, please Master, let me Master!" Colin managed again to send his almost clear spunk all over his body and his partner's. Kasim withdrew and showed his professional skills from his porn days when he pointed his cock at Colin's face and open mouth and gave the cock a few wanks. The man-cream that followed could have filled one of the crystal bowls alone. The Stallion from Morocco knew how to build up for the final shot.
"Senores! Inaugurate your sons!" Eddy shouted. The young lads climbed onto the chairs and the fathers opened their robes.
Colin did not move. He let Kasim kiss him. "Wait for me tonight, Kasim. The Priest will fuck me I'm sure, but I'll keep some energy for you." Kasim helped Colin to clean his face, both with fingers and tongue. Then he helped Colin from the altar and handed him to the waiting Priest Ð to Mr Granville Ð who wanted his reward. The dungeon was filled with fucking father-and-son couples when Qi climbed onto the altar beside Kasim.
"Please let me clean you, sir!" Qi whispered and in a 69 position he found Kasim's cock. A damn jealous Colin watched the couple on the black altar. Kasim was his and only his, but Eddy turned him around and soon Colin was riding the host and horse-builder. In a side glance he saw Bill leaving hand in hand with the twins. Like the year before Bill was well taken care of by the two Sri Lankan youngsters. At the altar Qi was riding the Arab stallion.
"Did you like that fuck with Qi?" Colin asked. He was in bed between Kasim and his dad. The church had just struck one.
"I didn't fuck him. He fucked me! He came like a teenager." Kasim let Colin rest on his shoulder.
"You still have some for me then!" Colin used his hand to caress Kasim's half-hard weapon. At the same time he yawned deeply.
"Please Colin, let him rest now, eh?" Bill placed hand on his son's chest. Colin was already asleep. The two put a blanket around him.
"You care for a whisky, amigo?" Bill combed the Arab's body hair with his fingers. "We don't need clothes, do we? A very hot night!"
Kasim took Bill's hand and placed it on his growing erection. "Maybe!" he said.
"Yes, maybe." Bill gave Kasim's wood some wanks, while the two grown up men's lips met.
To be continued