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This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men.
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Bill
COLIN Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 59 Ê(Midsummer in Stockholm - last modelling session)
"May I undress you?" Kurt had trouble speaking. His jeans were tenting, giving Colin a very clear signal.
"Please go ahead. I have to travel down to the boat in the robe, I think. I hope that will be okay." Colin let the man undress him. Carefully Kurt folded the suit and the shirt after taking them off Colin. He even helped Colin off with his shoes and socks. Colin had opened his belt, but then put his arms behind his neck to signal that he was leaving the strip to the young boss. Soon Colin showed that he was wearing a red thong. Normally he had underwear with a rear when wearing formal suits, but now he was naked but for the super thin string between his arse cheeks and the almost see-through pouch that tented at the front.
"This was to be my first item at the show," Colin stated. "But now you have made me wet them, sir."
"Damn, damn." Kurt knelt in front of Colin and put the hard cock covered in the thin silk into his greedy mouth. He sucked like a toddler. Colin could not stop himself touching the young man's blond hair. "So typical Swedish," he said.
"What?" Kurt looked up with a wild look on his face.
"Nothing, nothing. Maybe you'd better suck me without my thong, horny man." Colin pushed the underwear down. Again Kurt sucked like a man who probably was good cunt-sucker, but he wasn't professional with a cock.
"May I fuck you, Colin? Please let me fill you. It won't take long, I'm damn horny!" Kurt was very straightforward about his wishes.
"Maybe you are a better fucker," Colin thought. "Okay," he said. "Let me see the monster you have hiding inside your pants. I'll soon be on stage, you know." The truth was that Colin was eager for a fuck. He had only given Bill a blowjob earlier that morning and he was eager to compare this man's body with Kenny's. It took Kurt just two minutes to undress completely.
"Wow, you are a model!" Colin commented. "You are a damn hot model. American-style cock, eh?" He looked at the cut cock that was cut very tight, but straight and nice. "A bit smaller than Kenny's but thicker," Colin murmured. He caught the smooth balls with both hands and ended up wanking the man who was shaking like a teenager being wanked by a senior for the first time.
"Find the lube!" Colin commanded. "The black box in the small bag. Grease me up and don't hurt me. I have a long day ahead. But fuck me for real. No lady-pussy business! Okay? And I want to cum, you will make me cum. Understand?" Colin was suddenly very bossy. He placed his upper body over a bench, spread his legs and lifted his hips.
"Damn!" he thought. "I have no time to teach him, I'll do the job myself. Use your fingers, all the way inside. You don't need to be that careful, and you can use your tongue too. I'm clean."
Kurt had started the job as if he was afraid to really touch the younger body, but when he finally placed his cock against Colin's boy-cunt he suddenly showed his macho side. He fucked Colin wild and a bit ruthless. But Colin loved every second of it.
"Yeah, yeah! This is almost child-porn, Kurt. Fuck the brains out of your teen model. Let me cum, cum, harder, harder. Please, please, all the way," Colin begged.
A roar followed from the Swede when he spunked off deep inside Colin. Colin couldn't feel him cumming, because his own orgasm was extremely hard. He used his arse muscles and squeezed the intruder's tool as he spunked off hands-free all over the bench and the floor. He spurted as if he was pissing.
"Go on, go on, more, give me more!" Colin shouted.
"But, but I've..." A sort of complaint from the man who still was inside the boy. But Kurt was still hard, and he continued to fuck. Colin found his own dick, wet and slimy, and then he started to wank while he again used his muscles on the Swede. For four minutes - five minutes - Colin cried, and roared and yelled. Then he shouted, "I'm cumming again, I'm cumming!" He wanked and spurted and sent new threads of seed all over the place. A second orgasm after a very ordinary fuck, he told Bill later that evening.
"Let me!" Colin turned around and knelt before Kurt's cock, still hard and covered with his own spunk. Colin licked the man who resembled Kenny clean, while he was standing with his eyes closed, like he was far away.
"We have to hurry, haven't we?" Colin asked. The man seemed to wake up but he didn't speak. "I'll take a shower. Please ask the stylists to come in ten minutes. And you had better get dressed, sir, don't you think?"
The old-fashioned wooden summer boat was decorated for midsummer, with green leaves and flowers all around. The full flag standard was used when `Floriss' slowly found a place in the harbour of the eastern township. Hundreds of people waited, mostly youngsters, all decorated for midsummer.
Colin had never felt more stupid. Just now he was standing in a sort of basket down below the deck. He was dressed in a JustColin white bathrobe, but underneath he had put on his sexiest bathing gear, one made like a jockstrap, but with some rear covering. On his wild curls, he still had his flower wreath from the morning. Beside him were two sailors that on a given signal should start the machine that would lift Colin up in the air and then lower him on the stage that was built on the front deck.
"All the girls in town are waiting for you, son!" The grandfather-like sailor said. They could now hear the cheering from the crowd.
"I hope some guys too. They are the ones to buy my swimwear!" Colin commented with a smile.
"Swedes don't use swimwear!" A young helper grinned.
"I'll have to give them a sexy alternative then!" Colin heard from above that his Danish models Ib and Daniel were being presented to the audience. The two were dressed in the mankini, a version with harnesses and naked bubble butts. The response from the crowd in the harbour was growing louder.
The sailors started the lift. "Don't move boy, or the cables will give you a real swing." The old man tried to stabilise the basket when Colin stripped off the robe and threw it to the youngster. The man wolf-whistled when Colin showed off his almost naked body.
Colin heard that the speaker presented him as a midsummer elf'. But the elf' himself was not at all comfortable. The basket was like a balloon basket hanging from the boat's pulley-system. But the view was fantastic. The township with hundreds of Swedish flags looked like a perfect Instagram picture. By the side of the boat were hundreds of viewers waving to thirty young men dressed in JustColin swimwear and midsummer flowers, all standing side by side on the deck. In front of the bridge was a huge group of bikini-dressed young girls. The cheerleaders did their best to entertain.
It was the first time Colin saw his young boy models. They had been recruited by a local newspaper. It had been a sort of young-midsummer-prince event. Now all of them welcomed Colin who was slowly lowered down to the mid-deck where Ib and Daniel waited for him. In the shadows Bill and Christian applauded the entrance. In a superb white costume, Kurt welcomed Colin and presented him to the audience. "Not a perfect fucker," Colin thought. "But a very professional and entertaining showman!" He gave the man a wink when he secretly squeezed one of his round sweaty globes.
Half an hour for the show, and then half an hour for the boat trip to the next harbour. A very different public this time. The `maypole' was already in the park, and a group of youngsters in national costumes played summer melodies on their fiddles.
Mr Sieger was a bit over-enthusiastic when using his camera and Bill had to give him a hand or he would have had an involuntary swim.
The sun was really hot when the boat reached the destination for the day. Colin was not informed about the show here. He thought it would be like the previous events. But now a diving board was placed on one side of the boat.
Kurt presented each model by number, name and JustColin swimsuit type, and then the youngsters entered the diving board and either dived or jumped into the seawater, swam fifty metres until they climbed a ladder to the quay and then entered a summer-stage dripping wet.
Ib and Daniel entered the board side by side, and jumped hand in hand into the water. The applause was very loud.
"Rumours suggest that you are a good swimmer, beside all the other skills you have!" Kurt placed a microphone in front of Colin.
"Well, don't be afraid. I know how to swim!" Colin grinned. He entered the diving board. If the board had been like a trampoline Colin might have impressed with a salto. Instead he placed himself backwards at the edge, jumped backwards and peaked, before hitting the water with his arms straight above his head. He made a show through some underwater swim, until his black curls were seen in the middle of the harbour basin. He turned and swam back very easily to the waiting ladder.
Colin had had one single thought in mind during this sudden event. He knew that the fabric of his swimwear became more or less transparent in water, so he had to stay soft and innocent', but just the thought of a public erection made the little devil' awake. Luckily for Colin, but probably a disappointment for the gathered press, the water was cold and Colin behaved. A towel thrown to him on the stage also made him `proper' for the family event, and when he went through the crowd giving away JustColin underwear for the youngsters, he had put on a golden JustColin robe.
A speedboat brought Colin and Bill to a small island with only 10 to 15 houses, and a green garden decorated for the Midsummer Party. The two of them were installed in a guesthouse, near what they understood was Kurt's family's summer-house.
Colin dived onto the summer duvet on the bed. "I wish we could have been all alone this evening, Daddy. I love you so much, I love how you support me, always." Colin opened his arms for Bill who gladly took up the invitation.
The two had probably been in dreamland for some minutes when they heard the music, the fiddler and the shouting from the crowd.
"I think they are lifting the `pole' now," Colin said. "And I have lifted mine. I really have to piss!" He had a solid grip around his erection. "And I could eat a horse, Dad," he added. "No proper lunch today!"
The outdoor tables were filled with traditional midsummer food; fresh new potatoes with dill, pickled herring, smoked salmon and Swedish meatballs, and a huge selection of spare ribs. Colin did not know where to start, and he almost forgot his manners.
At the side-bar there were beer and schnapps - at least three different aquavits- and every time you had a drink, you bottomed it and were supposed to sing a drinking song. The most popular song seemed to be Helen gŒr' - meaning the whole goes down - refers to the drink being the first in a series of schnapps. Colin was very careful with the drinks. He smiled when he saw his dad with his editor Christian and his own Mr Sieger. They seemed to be very happy' already.
With a young fiddler in front, the young girls brought out desserts. This year's fresh strawberries arrived first. A Swede would say the best strawberries in the world. The whipped cream and a huge selection of cakes followed. At the end of the procession was a huge strawberry cream cake which was placed beside the `maypole'.
Colin was really well satisfied. He sat down on the stairs of a traditional farmhouse. Everybody wanted to serve him more, but now he just had to stop. He was invited to take part in a `cub-game' - a typical summer play in the open fields, and he was even grabbed for the dancing arena next to the glittering fjord.
The day was about to change to evening when a sweating Colin looked around for his Dad. He hadn't seen him for a while. "I hope he hasn't had too much to drink," he said to himself. "Maybe he has gone for a rest."
Colin entered the guesthouse by the steep stairs. He heard laughter and sounds of joy from the bedroom. The bedroom door was partly open, and Colin smiled when he saw his dad with both Ib and Daniel in the bed. Colin wasn't an onlooker at sex-actions if he wasn't invited to take part, but now he just had to think what to do. The three inside would have welcomed him, but he wasn't just in the mood for group sex just now.
"Deeper Bill, please all the way!" He heard nineteen year old Daniel ask for service. Colin turned around and went downstairs. He was not jealous. Bill and himself had full freedom for sex with others as long as they were open about it. And Colin knew about his dad's admiration for the two Danish brothers.
In the entrance doorway, Colin met Klaus Sieger. "Have you seen Ib and Daniel lately?" he asked. "I saw them running off into the bushes with some other youngsters earlier."
"They are being taken care of - well taken care of!" Colin pointed upstairs. He grinned.
"And you, Colin. Nobody is taking care of you, eh?" Klaus was a bit more direct than usual.
"I'm fine, very fine. I just can't eat any more or drink any more, and you know I'm not a great dancer!" Colin answered.
"Have you seen our host's private beach on the other side of the island? I know you have had your swim for today, but I haven't. Please come with me, since Bill probably will be busy for a while!" He put an arm around Colin's shoulder. The lad gladly followed.
"I'm sorry Robin didn't come with you this time," Colin said. "I miss him." Klaus Sieger's 18 year old son had been close to both Colin and Bill at previous events.
"He has a boyfriend now - a man my age!" Klaus said. "And the man is very jealous of his other friends."
"Some old men are!" Colin pinched the 35 year old editor.
"So if you want a `Sieger-cock' this time, you have to make do with me!" Klaus pinched Colin back.
The small beach was surrounded by birch trees. Up a small path was a building that looked like a sauna.
"You want sex first and a swim afterwards, or do you prefer to swim first?" Colin asked. He was about to undress.
"There's a third possibility!" Klaus grinned. His underwear was tenting to Colin's joy. "Sex first - then swim - and sex again afterwards!"
"I will buy that!" Colin answered. Completely naked, he knelt in front of the man whom he had sucked for the first time the day he was selected as the new model, almost two years ago. Now he pulled down Klaus' underwear. Again he admired the 25 cm (10 inch) long timber-like cock, very dark and very veiny. Klaus was dripping horny.
"Maybe we should use the small house," Klaus suggested. "We are not alone on this island, you know!" He took Colin's hand. Together the two hurried hand in hand up the small path. On the beach remained two sets of clothes telling their own story.
Klaus lifted Colin in his strong arms and placed him on an upper bench. He spread his legs and just looked at the naked boy with the dripping erection.
"I don't know what I love the most!" Klaus said. "Your round inviting butt or your sexy inviting dick?" He knelt and had his head between the open upper legs.
"Not much I can do with that pygmy dick," Colin grinned. "Some men would probably cage the tiny one away and forget it. But you like my milk, don't you Klaus, and you like to have sex with me dreaming about your own son, don't you?"
Klaus suddenly blushed, but he did not answer. He reached out his long tongue and caught the slimy drop of pre-cum that had just left the kid-like cock's piss-slit. "Yes, I love your milk. You want to give me some, kid? You have teased me all day, you know, and a lot of the pictures are too hot for the magazine, but will cause great entertainment among my staff."
"Go on then and give me your cock too. I'm sure the strawberry cream cake was just a pale substitute." Colin laid down on the bench and made room for the German who climbed onto the bench and spread his legs before placing the knees beside Colin's head. A very sexy 69 followed. Klaus could mouth-fuck the youngster almost without his protest, while he could swallow the youngster's cock and balls at the same time without problems. Colin used his hands to play with the man's round butt and for the first time he also put fingers inside the top-guy's man-cunt. Klaus moaned at this unexpected service but did not try to pull away. The moaning made it possible for Colin to fill up the man's mouth with his jerking and shivering balls.
"Stop or I will cum!" Colin managed to get free from the slimy timber cock. "I want you to fuck me now, Klaus. I know sucking is your speciality, and you have teased me all the way since that toilet in London, but I need a real man's cock inside me now after all the young men around me all day."
"You think any of them wanted sex with you, Colin? I saw some real boners after the last show." Klaus placed Colin on the lower bench with his upper body down and the round buttocks spread and ready.
"If I had invited them," Colin answered. "I could have arranged a real bukkake session in there - but they were too young - too young. But you didn't find me too young when you made love to me at my audition, Kurt."
"I was the winner, love. Or some of the others would have done it. Rough business!" Klaus was playing with Colin's boy-cunt. He spat on the crack and let Colin suck his fingers before he put them inside the partly open entrance.
"You have some lube, Klaus? Last time you fucked me your son had spunked inside me remember, and you just had to finish his job. A father and a son with the same grand equipment." Colin moaned and almost yelled when Klaus put the third finger inside him and rotated it.
"I have some outside - in my jacket pocket. Just let me fetch it." The fingers left the boy-cunt with a heavy moan from the boy. Colin watched the man open the door. The beautiful German, 35 last year, hurried down the path to the beach. Colin gave his own cock some jerks and closed his eyes. He knew the huge man-cock would do him good, and he was so damn horny.
"We have a visitor!" Klaus shouted. He almost tore down the door to the small cabin.
Colin could see a man coming through the birches and stop to look at the clothes spread around, before he started to undress himself.
"It's Christian, Dad's editor," Colin whispered as if Klaus didn't know the man he had seen more or less all day. The door was open and the two looked at the scenery outside like it should have been part of a Swedish midsummer show.
Colin had never seen Christian without clothes and now the well-built man acted like a stripper. That was how Colin described the story for his Dad later that night. Colin suddenly started to wank. The naked Swede was a beauty in the evening light, smooth and tanned. Without turning around, Christian went down to the water's edge and made a splendid dive into the water. Colin moaned when the man hit the glittering surface. Klaus understood what was going on and like a young gymnast he turned around, knelt and was hit by Colin's splattering white juice. He managed to open his mouth and was happy to receive the last spurts inside. With his own fingers, he collected the dripping milk and feed himself with the rich protein.
"The Nordic faun made you cum, professor!" Klaus grinned.
"Maybe we could join him in a swim?" Colin looked at Klaus who was still super erect. "And please leave the lube here. I will have this one inside me later, be sure!" With both hands Colin played with the dark and veiny dick.
Colin was the first to cross the small beach and do a perfect dive into the water. Klaus followed soon after. The two were really good swimmers and they caught up with Christian in seconds. "Nice to see you, Christian. Have you seen my Dad?" Colin swam close to the Swede.
"Bill is looking for you. He is occupied with some old ladies who are trying to teach him a Swedish folk dance." Christian grinned and swallowed some water when Colin made another round. Colin made some back strokes and was really happy with the two hunks beside him.
"Be aware of the jellyfish, they burn!" Christian shouted. "Not nice if you burn your noble parts." Again he grinned and swallowed some water.
For the next twenty minutes the three played and swam like youngsters and ended lying naked beside each other on the grass by the beach.
"You like the sauna building out here?" Christian asked. "All built with driftwood. Not warm today, is it?"
"No, but very convenient," Colin commented.
"Convenient? Convenient for what?" Christian continued.
"For hiding. Please come inside with us, Christian. I'm sure my daddy is well occupied!" Colin was in front as they walked towards the building. He was the only one that still sported a full erection. He did what he could to check out Christian. The man had been covering his cock after the time in the seawater. Now he, without shyness, showed off his full nudity. The half-hard cock was a beauty in Colin's eyes.
"You are happy with my equipment, son?" Christian put his smiling blue eyes on the youngster.
"Sorry for my curiousity," Colin said. "I have read many of your stories, and all the men are huge, so.."
"Yes, that's the writers privilege, you know. The truth is what we believe, that's all! You like this building?" Christian changed the subject. "As I said, built with driftwood from the seashore."
"Have you been here for sauna party?" Colin had again jumped to the upper bench with Klaus below him. Christian was standing in the doorway. From time to time he pulled his dick downwards as if he was afraid to get a boner.
"Yes, I've been here for just a sauna, but also for more specific parties." Christian grinned.
"Specific parties, how?" Klaus was suddenly interested.
"You see the hooks in the ceiling?" Christian pointed. "And you see the strange short bench over there with holes in all four legs."
"Good if you want to bind up people, eh?" Colin saw suddenly the possibilities.
"Take a look at the wall here!" Christian removed two bouquets of dry birch from the wall. Now they could see four wooden knobs on something that looked like a X-cross.
"Let me try, please!" Colin jumped down on the floor and lifted himself by the upper knobs. He spread his legs to find the lower ones. He managed, but could hardly hang there without ropes or cuffs.
"Hit me with the birch, Christian! That's what you do, isn't it?" Colin was sweating with excitement even though the sauna wasn't heated.
"You can't use these dry ones, Colin. They will be like knives on your flesh. What do you think Bill would say if I left you like a bloody beefburger?" Christian touched the young body for the first time. With an open hand, he followed Colin's spine from his neck down to the round globes. Klaus moaned softly as Christian let his hand slowly follow the crack and stay there a second when Colin opened up. Klaus had to give his own boner some light jerks.
"But you use birch in saunas. I've seen Finnish movies!" Colin turned his face to the man in the doorway.
"Okay, give me a minute!" Christian said. He turned and was gone. Shortly afterwards he was back with some twigs of fresh birch which he put into a freshwater barrel by the entrance.
"Lie face down on the short bench, Colin, and pretend your arms and legs are bound up!" Christian used the birch on his own body, across the shoulders, hitting his upper back. Again he watered the fresh birch in the barrel and went up to the naked body lying in front of him. The first strokes were like play. Then Christian went on much harder. Colin's butt became pink, partly covered with green leaves from the twigs. Colin couldn't see it, but Klaus looked at Christian's 20 cm (8 inch), very thick erection while he worked Colin's body. With soft, very innocent strokes, he played with Colin's upper body and the back of his stretched legs. He ended with a real hit on both buttocks and then handed the twigs to Klaus.
"I have to go back to your Dad, Colin! Are you okay?" Christian played with Colin's wet dark curls.
"Never been better, Christian. Tell my dad I'm well taken care of!" Colin moaned. Christian left and closed the door behind him.
"That was a real turn-on," Colin said.
"For whom?" Klaus asked.
"For all of us. Could have been a hot threesome." Colin waited just a second, but stayed in position. "Fuck me now, Klaus, and let me cum, and spread you man-milk over me, please."
Klaus Sieger was easy to ask. He knelt behind the boy and dived into the opened butt with nose, mouth and tongue. Colin smelled of saltwater, pre-cum and fresh birch, a god-given combination.
Colin moaned and yelled when Klaus opened him with three fingers, this time greased up by real sex-lube. The man hooked his long fingers and found the love-knot inside the youngster. Colin gasped again.
"Please, give me more, more, or I will cum again now. Please give me your cock, Klaus, your great family cock!" Colin used his arse-muscles on the man's fingers.
Klaus greased up his long cock and pulled the long foreskin all the way back. He placed the shining cockhead just outside Colin's partly open arse. With one long slow stroke he burst through Colin's sphincter. Without a stop he pushed his 25 cm (10 inches) all inside - balls deep. Colin's cry filled the wooden shelter.
"You okay, love?" Klaus stopped for a second.
"Aye, aye, just waiting for more. Please do it again, all the way, all the way!" Colin wriggled on the rough bench.
Klaus went on, and fucked Colin with hard strokes. From time to time he slowed down and rotated his cockhead near Colin's prostate.
"I'm cumming soon, cumming, Klaus. Do you want to eat me?" Colin knelt on the bench now while Klaus almost fisted him with his fingers while taking Colin's cock in his mouth. "Aye, aye, aahhh!" Colin yelled and filled the man's mouth with his spunk. Again and again, his balls contracted, and jets of boy-juice filled Klaus. Still with fresh boy-spunk in his mouth, Klaus found his own slimy cock and started a wild wank which ended in a real geyser all over the birch-covered young wet body. With dripping cum, he forced his cock back inside Colin, all the way to the bottom. Then he swallowed before he started to breathe normally again.
"A winner!" Colin said. "You are the winner! Give me your cock now."
Klaus withdrew his still very hard pole and gave it to Colin for licking, cleaning and treatment.
"You fancy another swim, sir?" Colin sat up and kissed Klaus for the first time.
There were still some party sounds from outside when Colin curled up in Bill's arms. The day had been eventful. Colin had done his jobs and beside that both he and Bill had really been celebrating the highlights of the famous Swedish midsummer. Bill had probably had too many schnapps and he was far away into dreamland when Colin asked, "Daddy, have you ever wanted to be straight?" Colin was very close to his dad's naked body.
"No, not really!" Bill answered from far away. "Maybe when I was bullied as a teenager, but I made them shut up."
Colin did not follow up. He knew that story. "I wished I was straight today," he said.
Bill opened his eyes. "Really, darling? What's up? He pulled Colin closer.
"All of them had girlfriends or boyfriends. They were couples, Dad, young loving couples. Didn't you see that too? I have only had old guys all summer!" Colin sighed.
"Really honey, you have been with Kenny the last two weeks - day and night." Bill used a hand to caress Colin's curly hair.
"Kenny is Kenny. He's not my boyfriend, he's into girls. I'm just his substitute!" Colin talked as if he was far away.
"But you say you love him!" Bill played with the boy's earlobe.
"Aye - and I do. Next to you he's the best fuck in the world!" Colin was serious, so Bill tried not to smile.
"Did you see how they showed their love, Dad? All the small signs, the touching, the hugs, the teasing, even the small non-sexual kisses. You belong to me! I belong to you!" Colin swallowed.
"Non-sexual?" Bill repeated. "I saw a lot of young couples hurrying into the bushes, and I saw very happy youngsters coming back. What you think happened in there?"
Colin did not answer.
"Any of the girls out there you fancied?" Bill whispered and pinched one of Colin's nipples.
"No, no, of course not!" Colin answered. He sounded a bit stressed.
"What about the boys then? Any you could make love to?" Bill was uncertain about what Colin was up to.
"All of them. All of them." Colin placed a hand on his Dad's chest.
"But you used to say you only fancy older men, mature men, and that you don't get horny looking at youngsters," Bill wanted to find out what was Colin's real question. "What about me then?" Bill was a bit more direct now.
"That's totally different. I'm yours, Daddy. I love, you. I will always will - always - you are my life - my lover - my dad. But we are not behaving like the couples out there." Again Colin sighed.
"You wished I had followed you hand in hand into the forest and fucked you?" Bill was very direct.
"Could have been fun, Daddy!" Colin grinned. "But that's not what I meant. Being straight seems so easy. I had nobody taking care of me today!"
"But both Christian and Kurt would have fucked the brains out of you if you had opened up for it. And I watched you having some real fun with Ib and Daniel. You were even in the bushes with them, weren't you?" Bill yawned. "Maybe we should sleep on the matter."
"Aye, you are right, Daddy. I don't think any of those boys out there would have left their girlfriends for me." Colin helped Bill with the duvet. There was a cool breeze from the open window. "I miss Olav, Daddy. He would have danced with me around the maypole, and he would have kissed me without dirty intentions."
"Why didn't you just tell me you missed your piss-brother? Colin love, we could have made some arrangements!" Again Bill yawned and closed his eyes.
"I will just take a short walk outside," Colin said. "Will be back soon. Don't worry, I'm not on my way into the bushes as you called it." Colin kissed Bill's forehead. The naked youngster jumped out of bed and found his baggy shorts.
Half an hour later Colin was on his knees beside Bill. He lifted his pillow and Bill was suddenly awake, a bit irritated. "What are you up to, son? Your legs are so cold. What the hell is going on?"
"I'm testing the Midsummer spirit, Daddy. You have heard about it, haven't you? I have picked seven different wildflowers. I place them under my pillow, and in my dreams I will see who will be my next lover!" Colin grinned.
"I thought a girl had to do this?" Bill smiled now. "You are too much of a man, Colin. Christian told me that some youngsters became almost crazy because of this midsummer nonsense in the light summer nights. Some can't even tell reality from dreams, he said."
"Christian is a good storyteller, Dad, but I think he should stick to light porn, eh?" Colin showed off a real boner.
"Why are you stiff by the way?" Bill squeezed Colin's cock and balls.
"Because I looked at your cock to see if you were horny, Daddy. You are, aren't you?" Colin placed the flowers on the bedsheet and placed the pillow on the top.
The sound told Colin that his dad was back into dreamland. The Swedish schnapps still worked well. Colin pulled the duvet tight and put his head down.
The sun was shining into the room. Colin woke up and hurried to the bathroom with cum on his front. He must have had a wet dream for the first time in years, but he couldn't remember the dream.
"Well, did the midsummer spirit help you, Colin? You have had a crazy night!" Bill grinned. "You called me Kenny, and sometimes Olav, and sometimes Daddy. And you mounted me, son. You were in a real fucking mode. I didn't know you could act like a top!"
"I don't remember. Nothing, a blackout, but I had wonderful sex, but I can't remember who fucked me!" Colin scratched his head.
"Nobody fucked you. You were the fucker. You tried to penetrate me, young man, with that iron-hard little poker." Bill played with Colin's cock again and gave him a full erection. "You tried to penetrate every possible hole - my ears, my mouth, my crack. Are you sure you don't remember?"
"Sorry, Daddy. Did I hurt you?" Colin felt ashamed.
"Not at all, love. I even turned around and gave you my butt." Bill wanked Colin lightly.
"And, did I? I mean, could I? Did youÉ?" Colin stemmed.
"Yes, you fucked me okay. You fucked me like a rabbit. I'm sure you dreamt about Olav. You shouted his name when you spunked off inside me." Bill smiled. "You're a better top than you think!"
"But I had cream all over my body when I woke up." Colin used a hand to touch his own body.
"That was mine, love. You went on until you brought me to a crazy ending. I shot my load all over your body, but you just said some words I didn't understand. Latin perhaps?" Bill hugged his son tight.
"Must have been the magic words..." Colin curled up close to Bill. "Sure you aren't teasing me, Dad? Did I really? I meanÉ"
Bill put a finger on Colin's lips to stop him talking. "No more speculations. We had a midsummer night to remember - thanks to the flowers. He lifted the cushion. The wildflowers were a bit soft now, but they smelled of Nordic summer.
Colin was still in bed when Bill came back from the bathroom. "I have made a decision without asking you." He sat down close to Colin. "You need a break from the work and the shows now. No old men but me for a while. The day after tomorrow you go to Bergen, while I return to France. You stay with your boyfriend over the weekend and then you return to me and we prepare for the London shows."
"But Daddy, we have planned two weeks in the log-house, just the two of us!" Colin looked at his dad with his dark eyes almost filled with tears.
"Yes, but we can make changes. Some days in Bergen and then back to France. No discussion, love." Bill placed a hand on Colin's neck.
"But you will be all alone then, Daddy?" Colin sounded worried.
"Pierre will help me finish off the kitchen. Reynard is back in Switzerland, I understand." Bill stopped and almost blushed. "And Kasim's nephews will come for a holiday tomorrow."
"So my dear cuckold, my stay in Bergen will give you some freedom too!" Colin grinned. "I hope Habib will save some energy for me then!"
"You still have some energy left, love?" Bill forced two wet fingers deep inside Colin's love-hole. The sudden pressure on his prostate made Colin howl and shoot a clear drop of pre-cum. Bill hurried to catch it with a playful tongue. His boy was ready for some more Midsummer fun.
The building looked dark and empty, but there was a doorbell with a tiny rainbow flag beside it. And above the door was a working security camera. Christian pushed the button. A hoarse sound was heard when the door-key unlocked the door. The first room was a sort of reception or changing room. "I have two guests, international," Christian said to a young, blond man behind the bar who was dressed all in black. "Your passports, please gentlemen!" The man gave Bill and Colin a welcoming smile.
"We need a cubicle," Christian went on. "Any specific dress code for tonight?" he asked.
"Normal! But the slaves must be nude and caged," the man informed him without enthusiasm. He watched Colin blush. Colin said nothing, but he was very uncomfortable. "If you didn't bring a cage, I'll be happy to help." The man sent Colin an inviting smile, and Colin, not at all happy for `his' dress code, could not but feel attraction to the beautiful Swede who ended his welcome by pushing his bulge tight up to the desk in front of him as a sort of invitation.
"I have one stored for you." Christian tried to smile. Colin's hatred of caging was probably not known to his dad's colleague.
The next room smelled of basement, oil and chlorine - no doubt they were to visit a real dungeon. "No midsummer here!" Colin whispered.
"Actually this is real midsummer. There are even some male witches here!" Christian grinned. He opened a door with his key and they entered a small cubicle with a bench and a small table.
"Please wait for us here, Colin love. It's damn hot in here so you may just undress if you please. And please help yourself to water." Christian looked from Colin to Bill.
"Please, love!" Bill repeated. He was not happy for Colin's lack of enthusiasm. Colin saw that his dad was very excited, and so seemed Christian. Colin felt all of a sudden a bit ashamed of himself. Everything had been about him since they arrived in Sweden.
"Let me give the old ones some fun," he whispered and started to strip. He was a bit uncertain about what was going on, but on the other hand he was quite sure that Christian would be part of the sex tonight. He had been a bit disappointed when Christian had walked away from the sauna the previous day after the use of the birch.
"They told me there would be heavy sex around. But why cage me then?" Naked, Colin sat down on a bench and found the bottle of water. "Wish I had a cold beer!" he said just as Christian and Bill returned to the cubicle. Colin was about to laugh, but he managed to stay looking serious. His men were dressed like real masters, all in black leather and black military boots. The reason for the laugh was the black military hats. Colin had never fancied that part of the master uniform, and Bill looked funny in the new hat. But their bodies were as sexy as hell in Colin's eyes, both lightly-haired men with huge bulges in leather jocks, and with tight harnesses on oiled upper bodies.
"Rise!" Christian spoke with a commanding attitude and Colin followed the instruction.
"Kneel on the table and push your cock forward!" Colin looked at the wrinkles beside his dad's eyes. Colin had never seen or used the type of cockcage Christian placed on his flaccid dick. It was golden, just like a metal thong, and covered both balls and cock. It was in place in seconds and was more a sexy outfit than a cage. But the treatment from the man made Colin's cock grow and now he felt that the space was very limited.
"How can I piss? There's no hole!" Colin grinned.
"You can't. It's part of the caging!" Christian looked at Bill. "You have the leash?"
Bill placed a leather necklace on the boy and then attached a leash. Together they entered the huge room that looked like a workshop for cars and bikes. The room was very crowded and some of the actions around were familiar for Colin.
"You are going to buy me a bike for the pleasure, Dad?" Bill stopped in front of a huge motorbike. A young man had been bound tight, front down on top of the bike and he was being fucked rather hard by a mature daddy. In front of the boy, two younger men were being given service by the youngster's mouth and throat.
"You want to please my new kid, Christian?" The man did not stop the fucking while speaking.
"I have brought my own beauty tonight," Christian answered. Colin felt the man's fingers searching for his love-hole. He spread his legs and let the fingers inside. They went on to see the rest of the set up. There were small cabins around, no doors and no covers, the sex actions were rather obvious. The group ended up in the middle of the room where a youngster was just being taken down from chains hanging from the ceiling.
Behind Colin were two younger Swedes, probably in their late thirties. Colin had seen them following him for a while, commenting in Swedish. Colin understood well that the comments were about him, and since the words were followed by hoarse laughter he did not feel comfortable.
"What did the guy say?" Colin asked Christian.
"Nothing special!" Christian answered and looked a bit embarrassed.
"Tell me - and translate it exactly!" Colin met Christian's eyes.
"He wondered how they allowed children in here," Christian whispered.
"And the other guy?" Colin was blushing red.
"He said you looked like a fuckable princess!" Christian whispered again while both he and Bill saw the guys doing fucking movements with their hands behind Colin's back.
"Bind me to the chains!" Colin looked at his Dad who hesitated. "Do it now, don't make me a prize doll! And bring us the real whip over there, Christian!" Colin pointed at a sort of stand just beside the chains.
Bill did not like the situation. He remembered a similar show when Colin was eighteen and felt provoked by some loud speaking guys in Gran Canaria. Bill ended up almost flogging his son and he did not want that to happen again. Colin was already standing underneath the chains and lifted his hands upwards.
"Don't push me, love. Don't make me hurt you, okay. Normal rules? Okay?" Again Bill hesitated.
"Go on Dad, show them I'm not a soft pussy!" Colin let Bill put handcuffs on him while Christian used the lift and made him stretch his body so that his toes only just reached the oily stone floor.
Something happened in the huge room. Suddenly all eyes were on the group in the middle of the room. A ring of black leather and some kneeling slaves watched what was going on.
Bill used the whip on his own back twice and he hit his own hand. The whip was not dry, very oily and in a way soft, and there was no knot at the end.
The first strokes were light, but made marks on the pale body - across Colin's golden globes and on his upper legs. Bill tried not to hit the same place twice. Not a sound from Colin - not a cry. Bill folded the whip and went up to his son and used an open hand to comfort the sweating body. There was no broken skin.
"Don't play games, Dad! Do it for real, and let me scream, but please remove this steel instrument soon!" Colin shook the chains. He was far from comfortable.
The next stroke hit parts of his back, and so did the one after. Colin's scream was heard, more because he was surprised and also irritated. The next two strokes hit the rounded buttocks. There were visible red marks.
Bill lifted his arm for the next stroke, but a young fist locked his arm.
"Enough, sir!" The young man from the reception, now shirtless with bulging biceps stopped Bill.
"Agreed, but you have to help me with this youngster. He desperately wants to cum!" Bill grinned and turned Colin around. "Free him from the cage, Christian!" Bill looked at his Swedish editor who, with a fast move, freed the boy from his lockdown. To the audience's amusement Colin was rock-hard in seconds. His cock was dripping pre-cum.
"I think this young man needs some more treatment, but we do it softer now, I think. Agreed?" Bill looked at the reception guy and fetched a rather soft cockwhip.
The young man said nothing when Colin begged for rough treatment. Soon Colin's front turned pink from nipples to hips and when Bill went on to hit his balls and finally his dripping cock, he moaned and asked for more. "Yes, yes, Dad. Let me cum, please let me cum, please, harder!" But Bill suddenly stopped and placed the cockwhip on the stall. A bit frustrated, Colin moaned. "No! Dad please, let me cum!"
Bill looked around. A lot of the guys had played with themselves for the last minutes, and Bill looked at the guys who had made the comments that was reason for the show. Both were secretly wanking in the shadows.
"Make sure the youngster gets his balls drained or he'll be hard to take home!" Bill grinned. "But no more whipping and no more dirty jobs, okay?" The two were on their knees in front of Colin before Bill had finished speaking.
Colin had cum twice and he had pissed in front of the audience when Bill and Christian carried him to one of the smaller rooms.
"You asked for a bike, son. This is very special!" The bike was red and silver and the naked Colin was placed on the top. Over the next hour he was fucked by his Dad and by Christian both from behind and frontal. His sore back was treated with the best medical treatment, men-milk and boy-milk. Some foreign visitors to the `chambre separe' added liquids to Colin's sore back.
"Give Olav my love, Colin!" Bill waved Colin off at the airport outside Stockholm. "And tell him to be careful with your back!"
"Take care of Christian! I guess you have some stories to write - make them soft for your housewife readers, Dad" Colin grinned and hurried through the security on his way to a weekend with his `piss-brother' in Bergen.
To be continued.