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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 76
(Acio - sex show - Christmas market - Dr Martin's party)
"You look really excited, son!" Bill put a hand on Colin's shoulder. The two were dressing for a supper invitation at the mansion. Colin had just put on his favourite item of underwear, the red silky thong. He had trouble arranging his stiff cock inside the small pouch.
"Aye, Pierre talked about some sort of show. He was not allowed to tell me anything but I guess Reynard will test his new boy. He also said that Reynard had some very dirty plans for tonight.
"Well, we have seen some of those shows, Colin, and I understand why you are excited. Who do you want to fuck you on stage tonight, then?" Bill grinned.
Colin did not answer as he carried on putting on a pair of smart, tight shorts but said, "I've just received a message from Ian in Australia. He says he looks forward very much to meeting us in Singapore. Last time I saw him was in a toilet at Sidney airport, sucking him off!"
"I thought it was his cousin, Paul, who followed you to the toilet." Bill was almost finished dressing in a sexy grey suit Reynard had given him as an early Christmas present.
"They were both there. I can't wait to see them again!" Colin put on a white lace-like shirt with sexy wide arms. "I sent Ian a very hot item of swimwear for his 16th birthday some weeks ago. I wonder if he might use that one in Singapore. Although perhaps Muslim rules apply there?" He looked questioning at his dad.
"No, Singapore is not a Muslim country but it still quite conservative. Three out of four of the population are Chinese. Better take some decent swimwear," Bill answered.
"Ian sent me a dick-pic. You want to have a look, horny man?" Colin showed Bill his iPhone.
"'Uncle Lasse fixed me.' Bill quoted. "Strange text! What does he mean by that? We visited that old Swede, I remember that." Bill looked up and saw that Colin was suddenly blushing.
"Ian had a problem with his foreskin, don't you remember? But it's different now. He has a naked, lickable cockhead in this picture, free from his baby-skin," Colin replied before closing down the phone. He had never told Bill about the hot afternoon when he had been fucked to climax by the old man. Now he had trouble with heavy tenting. Bill grinned at the view.
Colin tried to change the subject. "You look so damn sexy, Daddy. I will have to fight for you tonight, I'm sure. Pierre is your biggest fan, you know. I wonder if Reynard will give him some freedom tonight. And Acio, you couldn't keep your eyes off him, could you?" Colin ended his preparations with some light oil in his black curly hair.
"And I can't keep my eyes off you, love. I have had emails from my brother in Australia as well. I know what he is looking forward to in Singapore." Bill pinched Colin's butt. "Let's drive now, and be careful today. No more collisions with the deer out here!"
In Mr Reynard's bedroom, in the top floor of the main house, Reynard had called for Pierre, his servant and `slave'. The effeminate former dancer, just turned thirty, had become a very close friend and helper for Colin. Now he was standing almost naked next to his boss with his hands behind his neck. Reynard had just adjusted the young man's cock-cage.
"I have a present for you, Pierre, because you are my very special servant and `valet de chambre'." Reynard showed him a golden dog collar and placed it around the blushing young man's neck. "I also have created a costume for you tonight. It will fit you perfectly."
The white, almost see-through Roman tunic only covered one shoulder and let much of the rest of the Pierre's body uncovered. Reynard was very satisfied with the creation.
"You will be adored, Pierre. If you do a good job tonight, I'll ask Bill to milk you. You would like that, I'm sure!" The man didn't wait for a comment, but reached for a box on his sideboard.
"You are responsible for these, Pierre, and do it correctly. Two tablets for Bill and two for Kasim, and one for each of the boys - in the soup, not in the drinks."
"Tablets for the boys, sir? They are horny all the time without any stimulation." Pierre was hardly heard.
"I'm not sure about Colin's new role, better to let him feel...unbeatable. As for Acio, I don't want him limp. He's well prepared, Pierre?" Reynard seemed very concerned.
"Yes, he was plugged for most of last week, sir. Well, not on your travels obviously." Pierre was not very happy. He knew that Acio was still very tight - very much a virgin.
"You want an injection tonight, sir?" Pierre had problems asking.
"No, no, not tonight. If the show is good, I'll manage. I feel it already. Prepare the whip just in case. Kasim knows what to do." Reynard was about to leave, but then turned back. "Take your pills now. I want you struggling for relief. Two pills. Let me see you take them, now!" Reynard watched Pierre while the young man swallowed the pills. He knew full well how Pierre's night would be with a continuous, locked up erection.
"What's your plan for tomorrow, Colin? We must lock up the house for winter before we leave here." Bill used the huge key.
"I don't really know but I will be an elf for Santa Claus tomorrow. Pierre has arranged the set up. We will use horses and sledges throughout the main street in the afternoon." Colin was one big smile. "I have always wanted to be an elf. Did you know it's a Norwegian invention, supernatural beings in folklore? The Norse called them `alfar'." He jumped into the four-wheel all-terrain vehicle.
"Part of your academic knowledge then, young professor!" Bill jumped in the seat behind Colin. "I've heard that Santa gives a private party afterwards. That will no doubt show more of your skills." Bill put two arms around the boy who started up the machine.
"Yes, sir. I hope to suck off Santa this time. At home he always left before I woke up. Strange!" Colin fastened his helmet and drove across the fields, this time through the vineyards. He waved to Alfredo and the two local youngsters who worked with him on the winter preparations. The weather forecast suggested some snow later in the week.
The pre-Christmas dinner table was heavenly decorated in silver and white. At the entrance to the conservatory stood a tall, decorated Christmas tree. Beside the entrance was placed a sort of daybed filled with oriental cushions and lambskins. Around the daybed four chairs had been placed. The welcoming host was dressed in silver and white as well, and Pierre in his Roman tunic served the welcome drink. Kasim arrived from his room, dressed like an Arab for the occasion, and young Acio was a real beauty, barefoot in sarong and short-sleeved oriental shirt.
The meal was stunningly served with elegance by Pierre. Kasim served the wines while Reynard made a small introduction. The wines were carefully selected regional wines to enhance the dining experience.
"We will start with Velouté de Potimarron et maroons." Reynard lifted his glass. "Both the sweet pumpkins and the chestnuts are from our own farm." The rich, creamy soup suited Colin well. He was hungry and empty after his preparations.
"I have chosen the main course especially for young Colin. I know it's one of his local favourites : Coq au Vin Rouge. Well, I am talk about the bird this time!" Reynard grinned and lifted his second glass. "Pierre slow-cooked the main dish today with mushrooms, pearl onions and bacon, and he has prepared pommes purée and sautéed winter greens to accompany it. Let's give a salute to Pierre. Besides his beauty, he's a great master of the kitchen." Reynard lifted his glass again, and the almost naked Pierre blushed like a young girl.
Colin couldn't understand why he was more than normally aroused already. He had only had two small glasses of wine so far. He sat beside Kasim who quite obviously sported a heavy erection in his loose garment. Colin teased him with a pat on the thigh but the man just smiled.
"I'm responsible for the dessert myself. I bet you never thought I entered the kitchen! You know for sure that pain and heat can follow each other, and so with sweet and salt. I serve you Caramel au Beurre Salé. The drizzle of salted caramel sauce will cover the yellow pears. I will serve you `Ice-wine' for the dessert. Acio and I have brought some bottles from our new vineyard in Mosel." The South Pacific boy, who had been all silent throughout the meal, lifted a tall, elegant glass.
"You may serve the gentlemen their drinks, Pierre, and then I understand you have some preparations to do." Reynard showed Kasim and Bill to the chairs in the sitting room.
Just a few minutes later Colin was beside Bill. "They want me to fuck Acio. I'm not a top performer. I don't know if I can. My cock isn't made for topping. But I've never been this stiff in all my life. My cock is killing me!" he whispered and groped his own crotch.
"Do it for Reynard. It's medicine for him. Forget us, just think of Ian and Olav, and how you played with them. Make love to him, be kind. You're my boy, the best! Go on, now!" Bill pushed him away. Colin tried to adjust his heavy boner.
"Do you know what's in these drinks?" Bill whispered to Kasim. They were about to find their places. Without warning he cupped his friend's balls under the loose Arab garment. Behind nothing but a thin thong was a boner, rock-hard like his own cock which was struggling inside the rather tight trousers.
"Don't know, but I guess the boss will not allow any limp ones tonight!" Kasim pinched Bill's right buttock. "Will you fuck me before you go to Singapore? Colin loves to watch the oldies have some fun, doesn't he?" The two found their seats and raised their glasses towards Reynard who was clearly excited as he took the third chair.
Like in a professional show the lights in the room were dimmed down and the `stage' in front of the daybed was lit by spotlights. Some childlike giggling was heard from the conservatory followed by a stop signal from Pierre.
French classical music filled the room and Pierre, dressed in his serving garment, entered the room. He had placed some vine leaves in his hair and given his eyes and mouth some stage paint. The slim French beauty was like a star and his slave collar glistened in the spotlight.
Bill had never seen Pierre dance that way. He was a ballet star on stage once more. Bill watched Reynard. As a boss Reynard could treat his slave rather tough, but he also knew that he needed the boy for his daily service. Now he was proud of his servant, and Bill saw a side of the man different from the tough businessman.
After a straight pirouette Pierre stripped off the white mantle. He was completely naked but for the cock-cage and the collar. The young man was totally smooth, not a hair on his body. Bill saw a blood red cock inside the steel cage. The classical dance ended with Pierre doing the splits. Placing his upper body forward, he displayed his love entrance for the audience. Bill was about to cum in his pants. He had never seen the beauty dance like this.
Pierre bowed like a professional for the audience before he went up to Reynard and sat down on the floor next to him. Reynard applauded and then placed a caring hand on the back of Pierre's head.
The next part of the show was really different. Drums from the Pacific filled the room and young Acio entered. Pierre had acted very professional and so did Acio. Oiled skin, with black hair and some bells around his ankles, he danced energetically into the room. He was dressed in a tight white singlet and a traditional bast skirt. The arm movements were a bit girlish and so was the way he moved his hips. When he lifted his arms, he showed some black armpit hair - a contrast to the white singlet.
The music changed and Acio tore off his shirt. The coronas around his huge nipples were coloured dark red, almost black. Now followed a sensual hip-dance with the bast skirt very low. His semi-naked body was a sight from another world. He turned his back to the audience and ended his hip-dance with the skirt falling to the floor. Like Pierre he was completely naked, but for the bells around his ankles.
The nude dance that followed was very sensual, and the cock which had been only half stiff behind the rough material, was displayed in full glory. The 15 cm (6 inch) teenage cock looked like a fresh young boner, dark brown with a visible pink cockhead. And above the cock was oriental stiff pubic hair severely trimmed. Hard, small balls with thin skin hung below. You could see the stones moving inside the ballsack when the boy danced.
Bill looked to the side. It was dim but he could see that Kasim had one hand inside his Arab costume and was very obviously wanking his huge cock. Bill himself was afraid that his new costume would need cleaning before the journey out east.
Acio ended his sensual dance with both hands caressing his own body. He even made some hand movements on his rock-hard cock. Then, like Pierre, he bowed to the audience. Suddenly he looked around, a bit uncertain before Kasim almost dragged him onto his waiting lap.
"I wonder what Colin will do?" Bill thought. He knew that his `son' was no professional dancer and not a great singer either.
Complete silence followed. You could hear a pin drop. Suddenly the music started, a long slow introduction, then the very familiar pumping start as the music grew louder. "I want to break free." Colin as Queen star, Freddy Mercury entered the room. He was far from an amateur. "I want to break free, I've got to break free," he lip-synched to the song as looked at his audience and stripped off his white shirt. The beautiful body was lit by the spotlights, glistening in the heat from the viagra he had been served, and his head and his cock were suddenly one unit.
"God knows, God knows I want to be free." Colin held both arms out to the public. "I've fallen in love. I've fallen in love for the first time." He grinned towards Kasim and Acio. "And this time, I know it's for real. It's strange, but it's true, yeah." Colin turned around and peeled off his shorts very elegantly. His rounded butt was shining, framed by his red JustColin thong.
"But life still goes on." He was very close to Bill and took both of the man's hands and placed them on the ribbons of the thong. Bill took the signal and very slowly stripped his `son' of his last piece of clothing. A dripping boner popped out. "But life still goes on. I can't get used to living without you!" He took Bill's head and kissed him deeply, then he was back on stage. "I can't get used to living without you. "
Colin went down on the floor almost in half-bridge, wanking his little cock, still singing. "I don't want to live alone. So baby, can't you see? I've got to break free!" On his knees he looked around as if he searched for something. Then he used his hands as a sort of call towards Acio, who knew what to do. The boy left Kasim's lap and was soon in Colin's arms in the middle of the room.
The two boys went into a tight embrace, kissing each other, tongue-fucking and licking. Colin moved onto the daybed and lay down lifting his legs. Queen was still performing in the background. Acio was more than ready. With tongue and lips, he rimmed the smooth arse and soon penetrated Colin with his eagerness. Colin dripped with pleasure and Acio took care of the cock - the small cock - but the excitement and the pills had done something with the size. Acio had a mouthful.
Without more foreplay Colin turned Acio around and placed him doggy on the daybed. Quite roughly he spread the boy's legs and with both hands he pinched the brown buttocks. He was surprised that Acio's boy-cunt was hairless. When he used his tongue he managed to make the boy scream in lust. He was tight but the butt-plug had done a good job. The entrance was almost pink and shining. But Colin had another idea. In a way he fancied the boy with the black armpit hair and the cock-hair. He knew that even if he tried his hair would be `baby-hair' as Bruce at home called it when he shaved him occasionally.
Colin turned Acio around. The boy was a bit confused about what was going on, but Colin was ready for more body-licking. He started to sniff Acio's armpit hair, then went on licking and eating. Acio giggled at the surprise. Moving from one arm to the other, Colin continued. The adults could see how slim threads of pre-cum dripped from Colin's cock. From the armpits, Colin licked his way down Acio's body, all the way to his pubic hair. With spread fingers he combed the hair and used his mouth to blow streams of air into the tender area. When he then used nose and mouth in the bush while pinching the hard balls with fingers, the boy whined again.
"Ready for some fucking?" Colin whispered into the boy's ear. "I'll go first!" The boy nodded.
"Let me just try something. I love your hair - damn sexy!" Colin spooned Acio now and moved upwards. "Be tight!" Colin commanded. He placed his stiff wet cock in the boy's armpit and fucked it like it was a tight hairy cunt. Soon pre-cum and slime could be seen in the armpit hair. "Tighter, tighter!" Colin was about to cum, but suddenly managed to pull out. To slow down, he again licked the now fucked armpit.
Kasim had opened his gown and wanked without shyness. Bill had pulled off his jacket and shirt, but had not yet opened his fly. Pierre played with Reynard's cock and tried to make it hard, but there was still no reaction. He hoped he didn't have to use a whip on his master, because he knew that if he did, he would strangely enough be punished hard afterwards.
Colin was damn hard now, and he had forgotten all about the audience. He told Bill afterwards that he all of a sudden felt his cock grow. "Go on, Colin!" Reynard called out. "He's your first virgin. Make him a man! You're the perfect size. The monsters beside me would split him, you know!"
Colin grinned. He had been split more than once by both of them.
"Prepare them, Pierre." Reynard almost pushed his slave forward. Pierre was ready with the lube and filled Acio's cunt and then used two hands and closed eyes to grease up Colin's nub. "Get rid of that damn cage!" Colin whispered. "Go to my Dad. He's ready for you, see!" He grinned. Bill was now being wanked by Kasim's left hand while Bill used his right to play with the Arab's cock.
Pierre knew his duty so he went back to Reynard. Colin placed his cockhead on Acio's entrance. With a slow movement, he tried to enter. The boy tightened. "Don't act like an unwilling mare!" Colin used an open hand, and hit the boy's right buttock. The pain or probably just the surprise made the boy open up, and Colin forced his boner all inside. The boy whined.
"Stop acting, my friend. Just wait until the men over here drive their cocks into you!" Colin started to fuck in and out. Soon the boy started to moan - moan in pleasure. Colin wasn't doing a great job, but he knew that his cock could just hit the boy's prostate. Now he stayed inside and rotated, again and again.
"I, I have to piss, I'm..." Acio screamed out. Colin continued. "Don't dare to piss in Reynard's chaise-long! Anyway it's not piss, it's cum. Open up! Different from wanking, eh?"
"Oh, oh, oh!" Colin could feel Pierre behind him and managed to give the young man room between his legs. Now Colin fucked and Acio spunked off hands-free deep inside Pierre's mouth. With tears in his eyes, Pierre moved back to Reynard and gave him his mouth. Colin was still rock-hard and not at all satisfied. He looked at Bill who with one movement kicked his trousers and boxers out of the way and stood behind Colin who still had his cock inside Acio.
Again Pierre did his job with the lube. Colin's boy-cunt had been prepared earlier and Bill was both wet and hot. Now Pierre used both hands to grease up the man's. For the show Colin screamed when Bill penetrated him, and it was a bit painful because he wasn't really opened and ready. But soon Bill fucked his son just the way they both liked. Colin grew inside Acio and the boy was in a way double-fucked. He was stiff again and did not complain.
Without a word Kasim reached for the lube. He greased up his 25 cm (10 inch) cock and winked at Reynard. None of the three on the daybed knew what was going on. With three fingers filled with lube, Kasim opened Bill who shouted "No!" when he understood what was going on. At the same time, he opened for his son's stage lover who soon afterwards penetrated him. Very carefully and very slowly Kasim entered his friend and just stayed inside. "You do the fucking, Bill. Do Colin good. I will just follow!"
This could have been a really hot show, but the two men were too horny to last long. Bill spunked off inside Colin, and shortly after Kasim sent his man-cream into his buddy for the evening. Neither of them had thought about Colin and Acio, but Colin had emptied his balls into the youngster when his father worked his prostate, and Acio was not able to count his orgasms. The daybed was wet with the lad's clear liquid.
Acio had now found a seat beside the daybed, just watching Colin. Colin closed his eyes. His knees were sore when he felt his entrance being opened once more. He knew the cock that entered him. He had helped his boss cross the orgasm border a few times before. The accident that the man had had in his younger days made it difficult for him to get a hard-on. By using pills and getting stimulation, and sometimes heavy belting, he could make it. The fuck by these young gods just in front of him had been a good help today. Now Colin knew what he had to do. With his tight arse muscles, he fucked the intruder, and he fucked him to a long-lasting orgasm.
"Dad, dad, please, please, Kasim, yeah, yeah, Kenny, yes Kenny, love you Kenny, Daddy, I'm, I'm..." With Reynard still inside, now with a dripping lump of a cock, Colin went through a multiple orgasm. He spunked again and again until there was nothing left. He hadn't seen that Pierre from underneath took care of his jizz.
Bill couldn't remember the last time Colin had such an ejaculation. Now he carried the almost fainted boy back to his chair.
Colin winked. He was back from heaven. "Take care of Pierre, Dad, and do it properly and stay with him overnight. Throw away that cage. Kasim will take care of Acio and the boss."
"But, what about you then Colin?" Bill was suddenly confused.
"Kasim will follow me to the log-house tonight. First though, I will give the dog an evening walk, and maybe say goodbye to Alfredo." Colin put on his sexy underwear. "It's damn hot outside tonight!" he said.
"Thank you for organising the show, Reynard. See you tomorrow. Thank you for a wonderful meal and the nice wine, but save the pills for the older guys, sir. I think I can manage without!" He grinned and gave the man a tight hug. "Off you go, Pierre. Bill is waiting for you. And don't stress, I'll be ready for the Christmas show tomorrow."
Pierre looked at his boss as if he asking for permission. "Go, he's a good milk-man. And you must dance more, Pierre," said Reynard. "You are good. And I think we need a sexy bukkake in our next show, Colin!"
Reynard raised his glass while Colin blushed. "Sexy bukkake!" he whispered. "I have to tell Kenny. He will love that idea!"
"How was my old man, Pierre? He was rather exhausted when he returned to the log-house after breakfast." Colin was in the local school hall's locker room changing for the late afternoon pre-Christmas events in the village close to Reynard's estate.
"Excellent! A gentle stallion!" Pierre whispered and blushed. "He stayed hard for hours. He even...baisé moi... kissed me this morning."
"That's his normal habit, Pierre, and since I was not there..." Colin had undressed from his ordinary clothes. "But the men had some pills inside them as well, I'm sure. He isn't normally a long-time fucker."
Again Pierre blushed. "He woke me up in the middle of the night with his huge boner, and I did what I could to help him down."
"I'm sure you did. I know your skill. I remember the first time in Paris when you were commanded to suck me dry for the underwear modelling." Colin found the green stockings he would wear as an elf in the Christmas parade. "I've been horny all day too. I will have problems hiding my stiffness underneath these tight trousers."
"I have an extra dance-belt if you need it. I think all the ballet guys will use dance-belts today." Pierre was already dressed in green tight stockings and a short, red, tight jacket which had stars around the neck.
"So the small-cocked ones can add some bulge-size then!" Colin grinned and squeezed the former ballet dancer's crotch. "No, I prefer the natural look. Don't you think the ladies will like my butt?" He tapped his round globes.
"Not only the ladies," Pierre whispered again. "You are the sexiest elf in the parade this year."
Colin tried to adjust his balls and prick, but ended up with a very visible tenting, even though it was a small one.
"Please help me like you did in Paris, Pierre. The thought of you and my Dad last night makes me horny as hell. Kasim was not that impressive, even though he fucked me on the four-wheeler back from the party. Almost as sexy as the fucking he gave me on horseback years ago. I understand why the Arabs use loose covering garments. Always ready for a fuck."
"Said the man coming from a country where men wear no underwear under kilts." Pierre smiled brightly and knelt in front of Colin who had pulled his stockings down again.
Colin let his friend start with licking and sucking, but soon he went wilder. He placed his hands on the back of the youngster's head and forced him a bit backwards. Pierre was trained in having his throat fucked, but Colin's 10 cm (4 inch) `pride' didn't even fill up the lad's mouth. Soon he made Colin a hard tunnel without the use of teeth. Colin fucked the face hard, and a bit brutal, but for Reynard's bottom boy this was just playful fun.
"I'm cumming, cumming! Take me - empty me!" Colin stayed inside and filled Pierre's mouth with boy-cream and slime. With tear-filled eyes, Pierre took care of the six or seven shots. Without warning he raised himself up and gave Colin his mouth. Together they feed each other, moving the snowball from one mouth to the other. Colin finally swallowed. "Snowballing is part of a Christmas parade, don't you think?" He pushed Pierre down and the man found the still semi-hard cock for some extra cleaning.
"What's going on here? Christmas gifts for nice boys only!" Santa Claus, in his red garment and red hat, opened the door to the small room.
"The boys did not comment. "I forgot to lock the door, sir!" Pierre was still on his knees.
"Do it now, boy, and come over here!" Santa opened his pants.
Colin was suddenly shy. He was not familiar with the man, and the situation. "Pierre just helped me to get into this costume, sir," he said. "We are almost ready for the parade!" He helped Pierre up from the floor.
Santa turned for the toilet door. "Let's continue at the party then," he said, obviously a bit embarrassed.
Colin hurried to finish dressing in his elf costume before Santa was back after his private business. "I do like you, sexy boy!" The man cupped Colin's crotch. "Last time I saw you, you were dressed like a girl. I prefer the natural look." His laughter was the laughter of a real Santa Claus.
Colin suddenly recognised the man, a local lawyer, and he remembered the show two years ago where he was dressed like a girl - stripped and sexually entertained by a group of men at Dr Martin's house just down the street. "The party?" he asked. The erection was on the way back.
"Yes, you are both welcome. First an official party in the town hall, then a more private event. Pierre will know where to bring you!" Santa left the changing room with another "Ho-Ho-Ho!"
"We must hurry!" Pierre left with Colin. "The ladies are waiting to fix our ears and faces! The elves are Christmas workers, but also small teasing devils," he shouted.
"Fits me well!" Colin thought. "Maybe I will be fucked by Santa Claus before I leave France!"
Colin was suddenly back in high school. He wasn't normally attracted to younger guys, but it was his habit to check out naked bodies and nice equipment when sharing common locker rooms. More than once he had had to think about naked unattractive girls to calm down an erection. He managed with the same technique now. "My ballet group," Pierre said, pointing to some youngsters who were dressing up like elves.
The next room they passed through was very different. A junior rugby team shouted and booed when they passed through. Their shirtless bodies were shining with oil. "Our sponsors," Pierre commented. "The Christmas tournament opens tonight - a huge event!"
Outside the building all the participants waited for the horses and the sledges. Pierre and Colin found the ladies who transformed their faces. They received elf ears and coloured cheeks. Colin grinned when he looked at himself in the mirror. "I look as if I'm back in the Christmas play at school!" he told Pierre.
"I didn't knew you had a previous acting career," Pierre said.
"Only one performance and I had to suck the instructor afterwards," Colin commented without emotion.
Hundreds of people had showed up for the pre-Christmas event. The streets through the village were decorated with lights and Christmas trees, and a visiting band played Christmas carols and marches in front of the sledges.
Santa Claus was helped by Pierre and Colin as they travelled on the first sledge. They threw sweets and small presents to the kids along the route. In the second sledge the other elves pretended to work in Santa's workshop. The third sledge was filled by fairytale figures from Christmas stories around the world. Colin had been really impressed about the Italian Pinocchio and made some dirty comments to Pierre.
As a real contrast the junior rugby guys ended the parade with American-like cheerleaders as shouting followers.
"I think we are over-dressed!" Colin commented when he looked at the younger members of the public following the rugby guys. "Do you know the fair-haired guy in the front, the one with the huge arm muscles..."
"And the impressive bulge!" Pierre added. "It's Dr Martin's grandson. He's home from the Sorbonne and apparently a girls' favourite."
"Don't forget your jobs, guys. You may sit on my knee, Colin. Wave and be happy! Ho-Ho-Ho!" Santa made room for Colin. The parade continued around the town square and soon afterwards a tremendous firework display lit the dark skies. Santa had covered Colin's lower body with a red blanket. With a groping hand, he played with the elf's growing erection.
"Please bring Pierre to the private party after the public event," Santa whispered. "One of the sponsors wants to meet you too. I won't tell you, but he's one of your greatest fans!" Santa used two fingers to work on Colin's cockhead through the thin fabric. Colin moaned with pleasure. He was dripping wet.
Colin was still partying inside the local `Marie' (the offices of the local mayor) when he received a message from his dad. "Reynard has asked me to join him for a private party at Dr Martin's. Said you would be there. I am home with Kasim locking up the house for winter. Take care, have fun. Love, Dad."
"Another show," Colin thought. "And Bill and Kasim could have a hot evening in the forest house alone." He was suddenly a bit jealous, but aroused as well.
Pierre was close. "Did you know that the boss will be at the party?" Colin asked.
"Monsieur Reynard never told me, but I guess he hopes for some hot entertaining," Pierre answered. "It seems he didn't get enough last night."
"I didn't bring the stuff we wore last time. You never told me!" Colin had left the girly garments in the house.
"Some changes from last year - no dressing as girls tonight. Santa told me we should come dressed like elves." He grinned. "Teasing devils!" he added.
"And Santa told me about a sponsor who wants to see me. You know who he is?" Colin was curious.
"I thought you knew, sorry. It's a countryman of yours who has a holiday home down here. I met him when you took part in the body-painting business two years ago. Dougal is his name, I think. A tall grey-haired man. I have even seen him in uniform. Sexy!" Pierre grinned.
Colin blushed. Dougal - a friend of Captain Michel - part of the paying network for his own special videos. Teacher at the Old Academy, a man with special wishes. "Dougal and Reynard - two of a kind!" he whispered.
"Dr Martin" Colin translated the words on the brass plate outside the house at the end of the village street. Colin was very excited. His last visit to this house had almost been an orgy. In the beginning he had been shy because of the cross-gender dressing, but the sexy underwear had been hot for the stripping, and he had been allowed to be the sexy boy he wanted to be. Now he and Pierre had hurried down the street, hand in hand, dressed in their elf costumes. They were a bit late because they had been surrounded by a group of girls who wanted their autographs.
Colin had been a bit unhappy because the girls had ignored Pierre and had been rather creepily close to the model they suddenly recognised. "I didn't know JustColin was well-known here!" Colin commented, and found Pierre's hand for a fast rescue.
"You were even pictured in the local newspaper today." Pierre grinned. "In a sexy outfit. Must be tough being a star," he teased.
Now the two youngsters stumbled up the front stairs and found the bell. Dr Martin opened the door and almost pulled them inside. "Good to see you. I heard about some girls keeping you occupied." The doctor went inside ahead of the two. "The party has started. Santa has had his third `vin chaud' already, and Reynard wanted to send a car for you!"
"Old men!" Colin whispered. "Think they are the centre of the world!" Pierre was very formal when he said hello to the audience, while Colin was sent from knee to knee, groped, hugged and kissed. He ended up on Dougal's lap and was welcomed with a wet kiss.
"Good to see you again, Colin. We had a good time in Glasgow, really hot. Hope your friends were happy for the tip." He embraced Colin with his arms.
For some seconds Colin was a bit confused. "My friends!" he thought. "Oh yes. Dougal had wanted a special show when he visited Glasgow." He had asked to see Colin being fucked and dominated by athletic youngsters. First there was Shuggie, Kenny's rugby mate, working in the hotel, who shagged him while Dougal watched the scene from the bathroom, and then Kenny himself, who would have fucked him without payment. He hadn't been stressed by the partly open bathroom door either.
"Students are always short of money," Colin said as he looked around. Six men, plus Santa Claus, now without the white beard and the hat. "You need something hot, cold outside!" Dr Martin handed Colin a huge glass of `vin chaud'.
Pierre and Colin had been served wine at the `Marie' earlier and now the two slow drinkers were offered both drinks and snacks. There was obvious excitement in the room. Colin played ignorant and tried to imagine that he wasn't the reason for the excitement.
"I need a piss!" Santa suddenly proclaimed. "You help me, guys. What do I have elves for? Ho-Ho-Ho!" He grinned and held out his arms for the dressed-up youngsters. His red shirt was open in the front and Colin could see that Santa's belly was real - not a cushion inside the trousers as he had believed. It was also obvious that the man had a Christmas tool waiting for receivers who had been `kind and hard-working lads' the previous year.
Santa entered the bathroom and sat down at the closed toilet. "Now, my dear elves, continue the show from the school hall." He pushed his jacket aside and pulled down his red pants. A pair of black silky briefs tried to cover the hard cock inside.
"Go on. Do me, please. I need release!" The belly was smooth, but the chest was covered with grey body hair. The man wasn't what porn would call `hot', but Colin was really excited. Uncle George, up in the Highlands, didn't have Santa's belly, but he had shown Colin what hot sex a mature man could give a youngster. Now he pulled down the black underwear. Santa had a brownish, veined cock, similar in size to Bill's, and very swollen. Colin didn't hesitate, but went in action with his mouth and lips. Pierre found the man's hairy balls and sucked the stones between hard working lips.
Colin locked the plum-like cockhead just inside his hard lips and teased the cock very lightly with his teeth. Santa lifted his body as if in pain, or because the boys tickled him.
"Go on boy, stop teasing, all the way!" Santa took hold of Colin's head. The strong man mouth-fucked his elf who tried to escape, but was held back. The huge cock was all the way down Colin's throat and he could hardly breath. A bit panicked, he used his teeth, but Santa just stayed hard. The professional cocksucker knew how to handle the intruder, and after the big surprise at the sudden attack, he took care of the cock with long, deep slurps. Kasim had taught him to meet a huge cock with humming to avoid gagging or vomiting. And now, five years later Colin was throat-fucked by a monster cock for the first time. He managed well. Then he wiped away some tears and changed position to allow Pierre to complete the service. Santa had changed his ho-ho-ho-ing to a light moaning. Again he lifted his body.
"I need... I have to, yes, you are the best!" Santa exploded inside Pierre's mouth. Colin felt the damp patch grow in Pierre's elf costume bulge. With teasing fingers, he let his friend move towards orgasm again and again. An aggressive knock on the door stopped the bathroom action. Pierre swallowed the spunk that filled his mouth and let Colin clean Santa's cock until the man started to tremble again.
"Are you stuck in the chimney, Santa?" a man outside shouted. Colin knew Dr Martin's voice.
"You go, Colin! They are waiting for you. I'll stay with Santa for a while," said Pierre. Colin grinned when he saw that Santa's big hand was inside Pierre's tight elf stockings searching for his back entrance. The man's cock had lifted again at Colin's treatment so he would soon ask Pierre to ride him.
With a teenage-like hard-on, Colin entered the sitting room again and found his glass of wine. "Pierre has to prove to Santa that he's a good boy!" Colin said with a smile.
Reynard smiled. "He is a good boy, my own little slave. I hope Santa gives him the fuck he needs. You gave him some pills, Martin?" Reynard was different now among his village friends, not the stiffer gentleman Colin knew from business.
Colin sat on Dougal's lap first and received a wet kiss on his neck. Then he went from one lap to the other and let the old men hug and kiss and fondle him. He ended on Reynard's lap. "You ready for a fuck or more, Colin love, to please some old fellows?" the man whispered. "My own sexy creature!" Reynard kissed Colin's mouth wet and deep.
"Not often he kisses me in public!" Colin thought. "Maybe because Bill's not present."
"I know the lad met my new horse manager last night!" Reynard proclaimed. "And I heard from the staff that you really entertained him, Colin. Alfredo almost cried when you took him back to the pampas, one of the young workers told me this morning." Colin blushed. He had hoped that the `show' in the barn with Alfredo and the two French students had been their secret, but Reynard was a voyeur, he knew that. There could have been cameras in the barn as well.
"I brought some music from last night, Colin!" Reynard used a handset. "Now, strip for us!"
"Feliz Navidad, feliz navidad!" The Spanish Christmas song was heard in a very rocky version. "Go on!" Reynard commanded. "You entertained a South American goucho and two local school kids last night, so it should be easy to entertain the horny audience here."
"Damn!" Colin whispered. "I'm no dancer! But maybe the elf has some hidden talents."
The strip that followed was both sensual and entertaining. The stars around his neck disappeared and soon the red top disappeared too. The fully-tanned upper body was as sexy as always. The weekly workout in the gym and the renewed swim lessons had given him back the look of a slim, muscled athlete. Shirtless, he was still a young teen-looking model. The rough treatment from the costume had aroused the youngster's nipples and the nubs were erect like small mushrooms.
Colin did nothing to hide his erection and the jock he wore was no dance-belt so the tenting in the green elf-stockings was obvious. The low-cut garment didn't hide a promising butt. No doubt that Colin's globes still were his most sensual part. The stockings were tight and filled the arse-crack completely. When Colin turned around and looked at the audience he saw a group of very horny men. Dr Martin looked rather unintelligent watching with an open mouth and a hand inside his loose jeans.
Colin bent to pull off his socks. Even more of his crack was visible.
"You have a scalpel, doctor?" Reynard asked Dr Martin. Strange. But seconds later the doctor handed Reynard the medical tool. "What's going on?" Colin thought. Crazy, horny men with needles and knives were not what he longed for.
"Bend over!" Reynard commanded. "And stretch the stockings tight."
Colin understood and grinned. He turned in front of his boss and placed his hands on an empty chair. At the same time, he spread his legs and lifted his butt. Reynard's dry and well-manicured hands stretched the stockings and cut the elf's costume from the middle down to the visible bulge. The cut material peeled away from the crack and the boy's rear entrance was completely naked. No sound had been heard in the room when Reynard used the scalpel. When Colin then bent over a bit more and lifted his butt a `wow' in unison was heard. Still in the same position, Colin licked three fingers of one hand, and fucked himself lightly. The rosebud was stretched while he wiggled his butt like a whore selling his cunt.
"Who's first!" Colin asked. "The host perhaps!" He went up to Dr Martin and laid down across his knees. "Don't you think I need a spank for destroying my outfit?" he asked in a very submissive tone. Some rather soft spanks hit the partly-covered backside. Colin made some theatrical sounds of pain.
"I feel a hard tool here, doctor. I think I need some treatment. What do you say, gentlemen?" Colin looked around while he pulled the man's trousers and underwear down in one movement. No doubt that the tool was more than ready. All the men grunted their approval. Colin knelt in front of the elderly man and gave him oral treatment for both his and the audience's pleasure.
"You want to prepare me, sir?" Colin was now in front of Reynard.
"Climb onto the chair then, baby!" Reynard helped Colin up on the chair in front of him and he rolled his body like a ball. The audience had never seen such an inviting boy-cunt as this : hairless, straight, pink and glistening. Reynard used fingers and cream and finger-fucked the boy rather brutally. Just horny sounds came from his kid in response.
Without warning Dougal suddenly knelt behind the opened arse. He spat at the partly open hole before he put a stiff tongue inside. The rimming that followed was the rimming from a professional, the onlookers could see that. Colin moaned, and moaned again. His body was trembling from the treatment. `I'm cumming, cumming, cumming! Aaaahhh!" Without moving Colin had his first heavy orgasm of the evening. The spunk dripped through the jock and the elf stockings.
"Stay!" Reynard shouted. "Fuck him now, all of you. Do him good, and he will do you good!" From a mirror in front of him, Colin watched the village senior officer pull out his cock and enter him. Not the best fuck around, but the man emptied himself inside Colin after just a few minutes. The minister was next and he had a tool that made Colin feel really good. He let his cockhead play with the boy's prostate, before he again started his tough `in and out' movements.
"I...I...damn!" Colin hyperventilated and screamed. He was close to another orgasm.
Reynard pushed the man aside, and loosened his belt. With quite some force, he hit the naked globes. Colin yelled. "Don't you dare spunk off again, yet!" Reynard shouted. "You next." He looked at Dougal. "Fuck his brains out now, and let me watch!" Reynard had the belt in one hand and his half-hard cock in the other hand. Dougal was a good fucker, but he was too horny for a long session and Colin started to get tired. He knew what to do and used his arse muscles on the man who spunked off deep inside him like a geyser.
Colin had to move. He used his hands to caress his legs, then he looked around with a grin. He saw that Santa and Pierre were watching as well.
"Give me the scalpel once more!" Reynard looked at the doctor. This time Reynard went up to Colin and let the knife rest on the boy's bulge as if he was to about to cut. Suddenly he bent down and kissed the boy. "We need to give you some pleasure too, young man!" He stretched the stockings again and cut the garment all the way from the bulge to the pubic bone. The wet dripping white jock was on display.
"Dry him off, Pierre. Let us see the nicest boy-cock in the world." With the scalpel the doctor cut off the jockstrap. Colin's dripping cock was free at last. Pierre pulled the foreskin all the way back and dived into Colin's cock and balls. At the same time the ballet dancer pushed three fingers into Colin's boy-cunt. It had to be a short session. Colin went into a heavy second orgasm. His body shook, his head fell backwards and only the white could be seen in his eyes. Pierre closed his own eyes, but opened his mouth so that Colin drenched his friend with a combination of white body-milk and clear slime.
Reynard drove the limo himself even though he had been drinking. He used his private road through the forest home to the estate. In the far distance they could see a single light in the log-house in the forest.
"I think Kasim will be staying overnight with Bill, Colin. And I promised Alfredo that Acio was ready for a Latino cock tonight." Reynard cleared his throat. "I hope you and Pierre will keep me company tonight. I think I could manage...yes, I think so..." Reynard talked into the dark in front of the car.
"The scenery tonight was enough to wake a sleeping bear, love. You are the one and only! Agree, Pierre?" Reynard looked in the rear-view mirror. Colin and Pierre had been like young lovers since they left the village, and were playing with their naked bodies without shyness.
Bill and Colin said their goodbyes to Reynard, Pierre and Acio after lunch at the mansion and then Kasim drove them to the railway station in Lyon. "I hope to see you in the spring," Kasim said as he hugged the pair before they boarded the TGV which would take them to Paris.
"We will be back," Bill confirmed.
Bill and Colin relaxed on the two hour journey to the French capital. They had thoroughly enjoyed their time with Reynard and the others but now they were looking forward to Singapore. "The Australians will be there before us, won't they?" Colin sought Bill's assurance.
"Yes. They will be flying together from Melbourne tomorrow morning and are due to arrive about three hours before us. Their flight takes just under eight hours," replied Bill.
Colin sighed. "Our flight takes closer to thirteen. I hope we can sleep."
"I think we'll manage okay," said Bill. "Don't forget our seats in business class convert to flat beds."
"Yes, and we will get some nice meals," said Colin. "Although I don't think I will eat much before trying to get some sleep. We don't take off until 22.20 so they won't serve the first meal until sometime after eleven."
"Agreed but we can have dinner in the business class lounge at Charles de Gaulle airport," said Bill.
"And have a shower and change there before boarding the flight," smiled Colin. "I don't mind spending a few hours in the lounge."
Rhuauridh, Bill's brother, was waiting for them in the Arrivals Hall at Singapore Changi airport. He hugged Bill and then Colin. Colin smiled when he felt one of the man's hands cupping his bum. "Where are the others?" Colin asked when they pulled apart.
"Waiting for you at the hotel," replied Rhuauridh. "They wanted to come but it would have meant taking two taxis and I thought it was silly to waste money."
"Still tight with money, eh?" smiled Bill.
"Careful, not tight," responded Rhuauridh. He grinned and added, "It's great to see you both again."
When they were in the taxi on the way into the city, Rhuauridh sent a text message to his son Donald to let him know they would be arriving in about twenty minutes.
They arrived at the hotel to find a line up outside to meet them. Bill and Colin got big hugs from Donald, his wife Ann, daughter Katie, son Ian and Rhuauridh`s other grandson Paul. Paul's mother Kirsty had remained at home in Melbourne with her new boyfriend but Paul passed on her good wishes.
Paul and Ian remained close to Colin while Bill checked into the hotel but were unusually quiet. Colin correctly guessed they were a bit shy because of the long gap since they'd been together in Australia but knew that this would soon pass. "You have grown since I last saw you. You are both taller than me now." That made the boys smile. He whispered, "Bet your cocks are bigger than mine too." They giggled but said nothing as the adults were within hearing distance.
Colin saw Katie looking shyly at him and said, "You have grown too, Katie, and you're even prettier than I remembered." She blushed and smiled.
Colin looked at Donald and Ann. "What's the plan for the rest of the day?"
"We are all tired from travelling so we thought we should have dinner somewhere nearby and have an early night," Ann replied. "It's Christmas Eve tomorrow and we need our energy for a day of sightseeing and eating."
"And drinking," added Rhuauridh.
"I suppose an early night makes sense," said Colin.
Bill came over with the room keys. "We need to freshen up and change. Shall we meet here in the lobby in an hour?"
"Make it forty minutes," said Colin. "I'm eager to catch up with everyone."
Bill smiled. "Okay. Forty minutes everyone. That's ten past seven."
"And time for dinner," said Colin.
To be continued