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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins), his older lover and other men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 60
Charlie was the first to enter the kitchen, very excited. "Sir, I've seen lots of horses. They have more than 15 Icelandic ponies here, just outside the town!" Charlie hugged Bill who was putting the finishing touches to their Sunday high tea.
"We drove through Brickwall Estate," explained Colin who came into the kitchen behind Charlie. "We stopped and met the new farm manager. He invited us to see the horses."
"I heard that the old manager had retired, and that they were looking for a new one, someone with a special interest in horses. I believe they want to create some sort of family park out there. The new guy is from Iceland I think." Bill was taking home-made shepherd's pies from the oven as he spoke.
"His name is Torgeir," Colin said before sniffing at the pies. The smell made him really hungry. "People in Iceland have only one name. That's an Old Norse tradition."
"But the local paper called him Mr. Sigurdson." Bill wanted to tease his young `professor'.
"That's not his actual name, that's what he is - Sigurd's son." Colin did not see Bill's smile but he was wise enough not to start a lecture about patronymes in Norse language.
A sweating Kenny arrived to join them in the kitchen. He had jogged back from the pool in town. "I had to help Mr Morrison get the polo-nets from the basement," Kenny said. "He invited us to use his studio if we wanted. I said we had no time."
"I bet he loved your wet see-through speedo." Colin grinned. "Or did you take it off?"
"What sort of studio?" Charlie asked.
"A good question, farm-boy," Kenny said with a grin.
"Cool it, guys," Bill interrupted. "Mr Morrison has some training equipment in his garage, that's all."
"Charlie acted as consultant today, Daddy. The guys at the farm said he was good." Colin changed the topic, and Charlie blushed.
Then the redhead looked around and just said openly, "They tried to mount a mare that was not ready. She could have killed that horny stallion."
"How did you see she wasn't ready?" Colin asked, being serious.
"I saw it from her whole attitude, and her lips weren't swollen enough." The young vet-student talked with authority. "So I just suggested that they should wait a day or two, especially since the mare was a first-timer."
"Did you see that from looking at her too?" Kenny grinned now.
"Gentlemen!" Bill raised his voice. "No more lecturing now. If you boys," he looked at Colin and Kenny, "need a bit more sexual education I have a book in my study special written for first-timers. Please take a seat. The food is ready."
"Hey Daddy, how has your day been? You look a bit stressed." Colin was speaking with Bill on Skype from his room on campus.
"I'm okay, love, but it's been a busy day. Charlie talked to his mother on the phone for nearly two hours. Good that we found her today. He started off a bit depressed I think, but he was very happy when he handed the telephone to me," Bill explained from his seat on the sofa. "She was polite, but very formal. She had already spoken to her brother, Charlie's uncle, and made it clear that he was not returning to his farm. We are to speak again tomorrow. She also told me that her husband had connections with a law firm in Glasgow."
"You are the best daddy. I'm so proud of you, and how is Charlie?" Colin was more serious than Bill was used to see him when they spoke like this in the evening.
"Charlie is visiting Bruce and Johnny at the moment. They came to see him today, and I think Charlie liked both of them. I'm on my way to Bruce now. We are invited for supper, a movie and then the sauna, I think." Bill tried to look relaxed.
"I hope the old warrior don't scare the farm-boy," Colin said with a smile. "But I guess Johnnyboy will ensure he behaves."
"I'm sure Bruce will be nice to him. Charlie had a bad night last night - nightmares, sweating and a wet pillow this morning. I looked in on him three times during night. He was asleep, but not a good sleep."
"But why didn't you carry the poor lad to your own bed, Daddy? You would have comforted me if I was unhappy, I know." Colin interrupted Bill. "He needs love Daddy, lots of love."
"I was afraid that he might misunderstand me," Bill sighed.
"Please Daddy, don't be stupid. It's not a novice you have in house. He has seen a lot of the world already. He will tell what he wants, and what he doesn't want. You can be sure of that. I have told him everything about us two, Daddy. Let him sleep with you tonight. Relax. I love you!" Colin was about to end the conversation.
"And how are you then, love? Hard days?" Bill tried to find out why Colin smiled. Colin used his phone camera to show Bill around in his room.
"Why the double bed, darling?" Bill questioned.
"It's not only Charlie who needs some extra love, Daddy. I have a huge baby here who has trouble with both his girlfriend and his father again," but he loves to sleep in my arms you see. "Night Daddy, take care. Love you!" Colin closed down the Skype.
Johnny and Charlie were wearing only a towel when they went into the hot sauna in Bruce's home. The sauna was quite narrow and when the two well-built men, the friends Bill and Bruce, came in after the boys, both the upper and the lower benches were in use. And the two men were not shy. They left their towels outside. For the first time Charlie saw Bill's strong body with his huge dick and low hanging balls. He also felt the heat from Bruce, who was not as trim as Bill but had an amazing cock even flaccid, thick with a large plum-like cockhead.
The way things happened Charlie was sitting between Bruce's spread legs and Johnny was sitting very close to Bill.
"Please stand up, Charlie-boy. Let me take a look at your back. I'm not sure that this heat is good for you. Sorry, I didn't think of that before." Bruce loosened the boy's towel to see both his back and his buttocks. "Not too bad, son. I'll find some cream for you. I have one that works good on Johnnyboy," Bruce interrupted himself when he got a steely look from his friend.
Bill used his hands to massage Johnny's upper body, his neck, his arms and his nipples. The boy leaned back and rested against Bill's naked crotch. When he opened his towel for a second, everybody could see that he had an erection. His thin cock was rising and his black stiff bush was fully visible.
Charlie held his towel in front of him, just covering his tiny prick but showing off his carrot-red curly pubic hair.
Bill swallowed and coughed. There was an electric atmosphere in the tight, warm room.
"Come on, Charlie. I'll put the cream on you now. Okay?" Bruce opened the sauna door, took the boy's towel and put in on a bench in the combined `playroom' and bathroom. Bill looked at his friend and wondered how long he could stay semi-erect.
Bruce found the tube of cooling liquid and started to moisturise the boy's back very carefully. Inside the warm cabin both Bill and Johnny watched the scene through the small sauna window. Bruce worked long on the boy's red buttocks. No sound was heard until Johnny started wanking his throbbing erection. Bill just spread his legs a bit more and let the Chinese youngster rest against his balls and growing cock. Bill just went on playing with Johnny's neck and nipples. He squeezed his nipples quite hard, even though he knew this was not Johnny's favourite activity.
Bill smiled when he saw his friend use his oily fingers along Charlie's arse crack. "I am pretty sure the lad doesn't have any wounds there," he thought. He saw that Charlie spread his legs a little and lifted his well-formed round butt. Bruce was near the boy's arsehole, looking as if he was about to enter with his fingertips. Once he turned to the onlookers and smiled. Again he worked the crack all the way down to the red, marked ballsack. Charlie gave him full access and his now stiff prick was covered with the dripping liquid.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Johnny had a hard and heavy orgasm with his back to Bill. The boy's spunk was sent up in the air and landed all over his own body. He jerked and jerked until his balls were totally empty. Bill collected some of the boy-cream and divided it between his own and the boy's mouths.
"Please don't tell Bruce, Bill. He thinks I wank too much you know, but it was so hot seeing Charlie being treated like that," Johnny whispered.
"No problem, love," Bill said as he cleaned the boy with the towel. Johnny stood up, opened the door, and ran upstairs.
"What's the problem with him? " Bruce looked at Bill as he emerged from the sauna.
"Think he had to pee," Bill said. "Too shy to do it in front of us I guess." He grinned and used the towel to cover his own erection.
"When did you start to be so shy?" Bruce grinned back and tried to pull away Bill's towel.
"Please use this old bathrobe, boy." Bruce handed a much too big robe to Charlie. "It's very soft. Don't dress until you are dry. You find Johnnyboy upstairs. He has some new electronic games if you fancy trying them."
Bruce almost pushed the boy out of the room, then he managed to get Bill fully naked. The two men met in a friendly upright wrestling with two cocks at full mast. "You would have fucked him if I wasn't here," Bill said as he tried to show his strength.
"And you have wanted to fuck him ever since he crossed your doorstep." Bruce managed to hold the stronger man. "Don't you think we could manage a pair of youngsters together again, old mate? Do you think Colin is ready for a hot night in the swing soon?"
"I'm sure he is. I'm very sure he is. You know Colin would serve us in all possible ways, but I guess this new youngster has to wait until he begs us for cock. You have any beer, buddy?" A very sweat and very horny Bill sat down on the bench taking the ice-cold bottle from his friend.
Going upstairs an hour and a couple of beers later, they found two naked boys on a huge bedÉ playing Nintendo. "Kids!" Bill punched his mate's shoulder.
It was late when Bill and Charlie arrived back in Bill's house. They were both in very good mood after the visit. Bill hugged his young visitor, and carried him very carefully to the master bedroom where he placed the boy on the bed. "I hope you will sleep in here with me tonight, son. I don't think you were very happy on your own last night."
Charlie was silent. He was staring at the four nude posters of Colin. The pictures were new to him, since he had not been in this room before. "Oh, he is a dream," Charlie sighed.
"Aye, he is a dream, and he is very fond of you Charlie, and so am I." Bill had no other comments.
"Now go to the bathroom and brush your teeth. You may leave your dirty clothes in the basket there. We'll look through Colin's stuff in the morning and find something for you to wear." Bill saw that Charlie hesitated.
"I have no pyjamas sir, and I left the dirty boxers with Johnny." The boy looked a bit upset.
"I always sleep naked," Bill said. "I hope you will do the same." His voice was a bit husky. Charlie ran off with a smile on his lips, and soon returned fully naked.
"You look like a real farmer," Bill said. "Your back and arms are all tanned, but your legs are quite white."
"We live like cowboys, you see sir, working shirtless but always with long denims and boots. I don't think my uncle has worn a pair of shorts in his life." Charlie almost jumped into the huge bed, dragging the cover up to his neck. "Not a white man's habit in Texas, he says."
"So you are half-American, and half-Scottish then." Bill lay down near to the boy and switched off the light.
"Yes sir, I am. My father was from the Western Isles I am told. Never been there, and I don't know much about himÉmy Dad. He has a stud farm in Australia now. He suggested I go to visit him five years ago, but I haven't heard from him since. But I know he is alive, because Uncle calls him dirty names when the payment for me arrives every second month. Not more than pocket money, he says."
Bill tried to stay cool, but he couldn't. He remembered what Colin had told him. "He needs love daddy, lots of love."
Bill put his arms around the boy and hugged him and let him stay in his arms. Their warm naked bodies met, and Bill did not try to stay away. The boy was deep asleep after just a few minutes.
Too much beer the evening before sent Bill out of bed very early in the morning. With a boner like a stallion he tried to open the door without waking the still sleeping lad. Back after a difficult `job' at the bowl, he lay down close to his young bed-guest. He adjusted the cover and took the opportunity to look at the naked youngster. Charlie was sleeping with his legs spread, and a hand around his balls, and a stiff little prick pointing up through his bush. Bill had a hard-on again in seconds.
"You want me to suck you, sir?" Bill felt a warm hand around his cock. He's body stiffened. He had thought that the lad still was asleep. "Do you like my small dick, sir. It's not big, but it's very hard. Please touch me it you want."
Bill swallowed, and then he swallowed again. He had been through this before. Then he turned and looked at the boy. "Sure you want this Charlie? You don't have to, you know. I am very fond of you anyway." Charlie answered by taking Bill's hand and placing it on his cock. Bill squeezed him very carefully, pulled his long foreskin back and fingered his soft cockhead. "Half-American, but not circumcised," Bill thought. He started to wank the boy.
"Please wait, sir. I will cum very quickly if you go on now. Colin said I was the fastest spunker he had ever met." Charlie moved his upper body and took Bill's huge cock into his mouth. He licked the shaft, he used the tongue around his glans, he tried to open his piss-slit, and then he sucked the cock like a lollipop. He moved again and sat across Bill's hairy legs and lowered his head down on Bill's spear until the cockhead found his throat. Without a problem he took Bill's cock inside his throat and sucked him.
Bill let him do all the work. He was about to start throat-fucking him, but Bill thought, "No force, no force." Again he thought about Colin's words. "It's not a novice you have in the house." For sure, this sucking was not from a first-timer.
"I'll be cumming if you go on like that, son. Please give me your arse, and let me lick you a little." Bill lifted the lad from his body.
"You mean like this?" Charlie turned around. This was new for him Bill felt. The lad sat on his knees and let Bill suck his balls, and lick his arse, playing with his dripping cock, and really tasting his rosebud without trying to get his tongue inside, even though he badly wanted it. Charlie whimpered and he almost cried.
"You want to cum now, baby? You want me to take your load, eh?" Bill let him turn around to sit on his chest. The boy spunked before Bill managed to take his cock into his mouth. The first spurt hit the back of the huge bed, the next hit Bill's forehead but the rest of the eruption was placed inside Bill's mouth.
Bill did not manage to swallow before Charlie turned around and went back to his cock. Bill had been close to the edge for a long time. Two jerks and the man howled, and started to send the thick man-cream into Charlie's mouth. The boy took every drop without hesitation. Then he pulled the half-hard cock out of his mouth and licked it clean until the huge man quivered with tenderness and lust.
"You taste much better than my uncle," Charlie said, before he curled up on Bill's hairy chest and went back to sleep.
"Tea or coffee, son?" Bill shouted to the young man coming downstairs from the shower drying his hair, but completely nude.
"I'll take what you are having, sir." Charlie went up to Bill and hugged him.
Bill smiled. "So different from Colin, but still just the same," Bill thought.
"Hurry up," Bill said. "We have a lot to do today."
"First we will buy you some clothes, then you can visit Colin while I see your mother's lawyer, and after that... I won't tell you." When the boy turned around Bill saw that Bruce's cream had done a good job. The marks had faded.
The traffic out of Glasgow was heavy so Bill was happy when he left the motorway and was out in the country roads. "How are you back there?" Bill looked at the redhead in the backseat.
"I'm fine, but Colin is sleeping." Charlie had an arm around his new friend.
"That's how it goes when you play all night, eh?" Bill grinned. Charlie blushed and looked down. Bill was in a great mood after the meeting with Charlie's mother's lawyer. He had received very clear instructions both from her and, strangely enough, even from Charlie's father in Australia.
"You like the Scottish countryside, son?" Bill looked at Charlie again.
"Is this some sort of sightseeing trip, Daddy? We are just outside the city, aren't we?" A groggy Colin straightened up in the seat. He was happy that he had been able to take some hours off to go with Charlie, but even he didn't know where they were headed.
Colin curled up close to the younger lad. His forehead met the boy's neck and one hand rubbed Charlie's upper leg. He wished they could have had more time at the campus while Bill was at the lawyer's office. But there had been time enough to show Charlie around, and end up in a hot sixty-niner in Colin's campus bed.
An avenue of huge trees led them up to a huge mansion surrounded by a mixture of new and old buildings. `West of Scotland Veterinary College', said a sign above the gate.
"Here we are, guys," Bill said. "A student will meet you by the main entrance and show you around. I have an appointment with an old friend here." Bill was clearly excited. "I'll call you when we are ready to leave, okay."
Colin knew his dad. Just now the best thing was not to ask questions. He took Charlie's hand and squeezed it. Charlie was very, very quiet.
Bill smiled when he saw the sign on the door. "Please just wait, sir. I'll tell the professor you are here." The lady was very formal.
Bill was soon asked to go inside. He looked for a second at the man who had risen from the chair, then he crossed the room in a hurry. The two men met in a close and warm hug. "Good to see you Willie, a hard body as always." The man used his hand to stroke Bill's back. Then they looked at each other, still very close, and hugged again.
"Please sit down. It must be more than thirty-five years since I saw you last. You are just the same, smell the same way too, buddy." The man was one big smile.
"Thirty-eight," Bill said. "And you are the same lad as the one who left us for South Africa early one morning. You had a fight with Kyle in the pub the night before, remember."
"And weÉ made love all that night," the professor said as put his hand on Bill's arm.
"And Kyle was jealous as always. I don't know why he told my old man that I had a male lover, Willie. I really don't know." The grey-haired gentleman looked out in the room.
"But it was because of him that I met Rob, my companion for life. He was our Indian houseboy when I arrived down there, you know. A beauty, a beauty." He was far away again. "When he died last year, I decided it was best to move home, and then this job came up."
"I'm sorry Archie, very sorry." Bill took his hand. Nothing more was said for a while. The professor coughed. "I guess you are not here simply to look me up, are you Willie? A little bird tell me you have young company these days."
"How on earth do you know that?" Bill was amazed.
"Kyle called me. He wanted to meet me, but I declined the offer. He told me he had met you recently. He also said he had fucked your youngster." The man was very direct.
"He's a huge prick, Archie. Don't listen to him. He's in many ways a nice guy, but he is a trouble maker too." Bill looked straight at his old friend. "You remember that you owe me a favour?" Bill winked.
"Aye, I do. With your huge body you were my bodyguard more than once." The man grinned. "Come on buddy, what can I do for you?"
Bill was having a late coffee in the college canteen together with Colin and his old mate when Charlie came to the table with a man in his forties.
"Please meet my assistant, Dr Oleson. He is from Sweden, but a nice guy!" Archie grinned. "What can you tell us, gentlemen?"
Charlie looked at Dr Oleson who nodded. "Go on, young man," he said.
With a clear voice Charlie explained that he had gone through a short test and a short interview. He was offered a two weeks stay at the college, and then Dr Oleson and the board would decide if he could to stay for the rest of the semester. For later years he had to follow the normal procedure if he wanted to complete his studies at the college.
"This boy knows more about horses than me," Dr Oleson said, "and we will work to find a stable for his own horse as well if he is to stay. Many students have their own horses here."
"And the campus, sir?" Colin was the one to ask.
"We have a lot of women students here, a new trend I think, so we need more males around. We'll find a room mate for you, for sure." Dr Oleson smiled.
"Will you take coffee or tea and some snacks, guys?" The professor looked at Charlie and Colin. "Willie and I will take care of the formalities." Colin saw his daddy blush.
"I'll see you at the car in about half an hour then." Bill left with the professor and his assistant.
Even in the middle of the canteen, with quite a lot of people around, Colin hugged his friend. "Congratulations," he whispered. "Not more than 45 minutes by train to Glasgow, and to my campus if you need a boycunt to fuck after being with all these girls!" Charlie said nothing, he was just happy and excited.
"I need a piss," Colin said when they were alone. "I think I saw a sign saying the loo is downstairs." It took Colin two minutes to undress his friend inside one of the cubicles with walls covered in dirty comments. Charlie was dripping hot. His cock was warm and hard when Colin pulled his long foreskin behind the cockhead. He lifted Charlie up on the toilet seat and put his stiff cock into his mouth and gave the boy a blowjob that was meant for a fast relief. "I've always felt it's important to leave one's mark when you come to a new place," Colin said when he took a break. "Spunk down the door now and you will leave yours." Colin jerked Charlie's cock.
Seconds later Charlie moaned, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" The white cream ran in streams down onto the dirty door. It wasn't the first stream to be released in there.
"I think I need a piss," said Charlie afterwards.
Colin took Charlie's cock inside his mouth again. The boy hesitated. Colin looked at him. "Come on, vet. I'm thirsty." And Charlie gave him his yellow liquid. The same action two nights ago had taught him to go slowly. Colin swallowed every drop, then he stripped off and gave Charlie his arse.
"Rim me, horse-boy! Please finger-fuck me and then fuck me with your tongue. I'm so horny I will cum very fast. We are in a hurry, you know." He looked at his watch. Charlie used his tongue well, and when he reached Colin's balls and cock, he felt that his friend was trembling.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Colin both whispered and moaned at the same time. Charlie cupped his huge load. "Quite good for my third," Colin grinned and together they licked the hand clean.
"And I really have to piss now. Please hold my cock, baby." Colin opened the toilet seat, and the naked red-haired boy managed to point Colin's still hard dick, so the jet found its target.
The boys met Bill and the professor by the car. "Hope to see you back on Monday afternoon then." The professor gave Charlie his hand.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much. I appreciate all you have done for me." Charlie gave a short bow.
The professor gave his hand to Colin as well, and then to Bill, but he had to put the other hand on his old mate's shoulder.
"Why did he call you Willie when we had our coffee, Daddy?" Colin was in a teasing mood when they drove down the main road from the college.
Bill looked at him with smiling eyes, but he did not answer.
Bill was sitting on the sofa very close to Charlie watching the late evening news. "Excited about going home to your uncle's farm tomorrow?" Bill asked and put an arm around the very quiet lad.
"More scared than excited," Charlie whispered.
"Just relax, we will all be there with you. Kenny has rented a van, and we will collect the horse trailer from Mr Sigurdson tomorrow morning. Bill thought about Colin and added "Torgeir."
"Bruce will come with us too, but Johnny is working this weekend. We'll make a nice trip of it." Bill tried to comfort the boy.
"I long to see Hector again," the young lad said with a sad face.
"We'd better go to bed, son. More than three hours drive down to Newcastle when we pull the trailer, I guess," Bill carried the now nearly sleeping lad upstairs like he had done with Colin many times. Bill was a bit worried about the next day, but tried to get a normal sleep.
"You had a nightmare last night Charlie?" Bill was washing Charlie's red curly hair in the shower the next morning. "You were very uneasy for a while."
"I dreamt that youÉ made love to me, sir, all the way," Charlie whispered. He was showing off a very clear morning wood in front of Bill.
"And that frightened you?" Bill rinsed the shampoo bubbles from Charlie's head.
"No sir, I loved it. You were so kind." Charlie used both his hands on Bill's hardening man-cock.
"We have to hurry, son." Bill switched off the hot water. The sudden cold shower made Charlie scream like a pig. But it worked the way Bill wanted.
The reception at the farm was not warm, but not impolite either. Charlie's Uncle Jim met them in the Sunday-calm yard on an isolated farm out in the countryside. There were a lot of buildings around, and white fences for horses on three sides. The man looked like the cowboy Colin remembered, in tight denim and boots, and a plaid flannel shirt. Jim lifted his Texas hat when he gave the visitors his hand; the only one that got a sort of smile was Kenny who probably returned that hand with a rugby player's grip.
The tall, tanned man looked around, a bit uncertain of how to react. He did not see his nephew. At the same time the lad was returning in a hurry from the stable building, placing himself beside Bill. "So there you are!" The man's only welcome to Charlie.
"The maids have packed your stuff, and Tom is in the stable." Jim put his hat on the head again and squinted. Colin was not sure if the man's wet eyes were because of the low sun, or whether he showed some sort of emotion.
"Nice trailer." Uncle Jim looked at Kenny, then he turned around and disappeared behind the nearest barn.
"Move your asses, guys." Kenny set the pace. "I saw a burger shop outside the last village, and I don't think we'll get any lunch here." He followed Charlie into the house.
The lad showed them his room upstairs; not very private looking. His stuff was packed, the room smelled of country and young boy. Bill had a fierce desire to comfort the boy; take him in his arms and hug him, but it was not the correct place or time.
Bill and Kenny were sitting on the doorstep with a cup of coffee made for them by Charlie. "Where is Colin?" Bill looked around. "I thought he went to look at the horses."
"I think he went to find Charlie's uncle," Kenny said. "You never knowÉ"
"You never knowÉwhat?" Bill was not in the mood to be teased.
Bruce and Charlie sat on the boy's bed upstairs looking at the sunshine outside, and also the naked spots on the walls where Charlie previously had his pictures and posters. The 17 year old curly haired lad was about to leave the room he had lived in since he was seven.
"You sad, honey?" Bruce put an arm around him.
"No, sir. Just relieved that you are here." Charlie smiled. "The maids have been very good to me, in a way my uncle too. But I can still hear his boots on the stairs before he enters the room, calling me faggot and other dirty names, when something is wrong."
"Did he beat you then?" Bruce asked very softly.
"No, never up here. Never where the maids could hear him. Uncle has his placesÉ"
Bruce did not ask any more. "Lie down Charlie, let me look at your back." Bruce helped the lad to take off his shirt and singlet. Charlie lay down on his own pillow. Bruce was full of emotion, but was happy to se that the boy's back had healed. When he pulled down the young man's boxers he could see that the stripes across his buttocks had gone too. He smiled when he saw the lad spread his legs. Charlie relaxed when he felt Bruce's hands on his body.
At the same time Colin was climbing the ladder to the hayloft. Uncle Jim was working with the hay using a huge pitchfork.
"What are you doing here?" Jim snarled.
"I'm looking for you, sir," Colin answered. He was close to the man who was working shirtless. Colin was struck by the smell of horse, hay and the sweating grown up, good-looking, man.
"Why are you not outside with your faggot friend?" Jim snarled again, but stopped working.
"Please don't call him names, sir. This is not an easy day for him, you know. I don't think it's an easy day for you either, sir." Colin went over to a wooden pillar that held the roof.
"What the hell!" Jim threw away the huge tool. "Don't you try to lecture me, city boy!"
"His attitude is not like his speech," Colin thought. Colin's eyes caught the different whips hanging from the roof and the rope which was attached to the pillar. Colin struggled to keep calm. He had to be offensive. "So this is the place where you punished the poor kid? And I bet you place all the other boys around to watch you being a real man." Colin's words hit like an arrow.
The man clenched his fists and took a short step towards Colin. "I don't have to place them here, stupid. Every day when they see the whips and the ropes they remember their first visit here. What do you know about punishing? I have to make Charlie a man, a real Texas male. You know what we do with faggots over there, do you? Maybe you saw `Brokeback Mountain'." He snarled again. "I was brought up with the whip by my dad, and it never did me any harm."
"I don't believe you, sir! I don't believe you at all. I think you bind your boys to the pillar here to give yourself pleasure. I think you have a dripping hard cock when you use the whip on them, sir." Colin looked up and down the man in front of him. Suddenly he was not scared. This man was a victim too.
"So you call me a pervert then?" The man turned around, very frustrated.
"I'm just saying that you get satisfaction by using the whip." Colin went up to the pillar and stripped off his clothes - all of them, sweater, shirt and blue jeans. He kept his white boxer-briefs on.
"Bind me and use the whip on me, sir. Show me that you can do it without getting a dripping cock," Colin almost shouted now. He put his arms above his head and found the end of the rope.
"But you have to strip too, sir. I want to see your cock growing when you hit me." Colin played a dirty and dangerous game now but he saw that the man was turned on.
"You stupid kid! So you can scream and give your dad some good evidence for the police." Charlie's uncle trembled.
"Who's the stupid one here, sir? Don't you think the police would have been here days ago if Dad wished them to be involved? The evidence has stayed in our house you know." Colin turned around and placed himself close to the pillar.
"You have wanted to see my body since we met in Manchester, haven't you? Look at a real man's body. You are a faggot too perhaps?" Jim removed his boots and tight denims, but put the boots back on. He kept his baggy American boxers on, but his cock could be seen through the opening. "Yeah, look at this." He showed Colin his semi-hard cock. "A real man-cock; cut and ready. My stupid sister didn't even get the boy's prick cut. Cock-skin on a man makes it like a girl's clit, you know. Hasn't your father told you that?" Jim was close to spitting.
"I have no father sir, and I see that you are getting hard just by the thought of whipping me." Colin looked at the spear that was growing on Jim.
"Shut up, or I'll gag you!" The man went up to Colin and very quickly he knotted the rope around his wrists. Then with one single movement he stripped the boy from his boxers. Colin was totally nude in front of him.
"So you don't dare to show me your dripping cock, sir. It's easier to strip me." Colin tried to smile still.
Jim went over to the hanging whips but came back with a huge knife in one hand and a whip in the other.
"Don't be stupid, sir!" Colin spoke to him, very calmly. Jim took the knife, put it inside his own boxers and cut it in pieces. Then he sent the knife into the wall. The knife quivered. The man's cock was hard as iron.
"His cock looked just like yours," Colin told Kenny later that night, "but it was dark brown with a light pink area underneath the swollen head."
The first stroke hit Colin's back, the next about the same place. It was a leather whip, but the man used no force. The next stroke hit Colin's buttocks, much harder. Not a sound from Colin. Another two strokes hit his upper legs. Colin had to adjust his body. He felt the sting, but not a sound came from him. He got a glimpse of the man when he went over to the hanging set of whips. Jim had a huge erection, and used one hand to give his cock a slap from time to time. Colin was about to speak again, and go on with the verbal pressure, but did not like what he saw. Jim was returning with a very rough leather whip with knots in the ends.
Colin closed his eyes when Jim raised his strong arm. He guessed this would be one of the hardest strokes he had got in his almost 19 year old life. Colin heard the man moan when the whip made a smashing sound on the floor. Jim fell on his knees and folded his arms around the boy and buried his face between Colin's buttocks.
"Please let me fuck you boy, please, please." He was still on his knees. Then Jim raised himself and freed Colin from the ropes.
Colin said nothing when Charlie's uncle carried him to a stack of hay bales. Strangely enough Colin was not hard. He had lost his erection in the moment he waited for the big whip to hit him.
Jim fetched a horse blanket and put in on the stack. Then he tried to place Colin doggy-style on top. "I want to see you when you fuck me, cowboy. You may fuck me hard, but first you have to find some grease sir. I'm not here to be torn." The man still had a brutal look in his eyes, but Colin answered the look, and didn't depart an inch.
"Lucky for you that I just greased a sore horse-cock earlier." Jim went to the end of the room and brought a tin of greasy cream with him.
Without foreplay he put his fingers in the tin and filled Colin's arse with both cream and four fingers. No scream from Colin, but tears filled his eyes. Jim put Colin's legs on his broad shoulders and gave him his spear without warning, all the way in with one thrust. Colin was angry and used his well-trained arse muscles to squeeze the cock. The man screamed and was about to raise his hand.
"Please sir, for once. Show me the nice man you can be. Give me pleasure. Please...I know you can." For the first time Colin touched the man with his hands.
Uncle Jim relented. He fucked Colin gentle and hard, gentle and hard. Colin forgot time and place and moaned with every movement. He was about to reach the edge and he cried out, "Fuck me harder, sir. Fuck me harder!"
Kenny was almost at the top of the ladder when Colin cried for harder action. He stopped for a moment, grinned, and climbed down again.
"I'm cumming sir, I'm cumming!" Colin sent his load in a heavy stream of eruptions, over the horse blanket, over his own head, and over his body.
Uncle Jim withdrew his long cock and started a crazy wank while closing his eyes. Almost nothing happened but his cock left a small amount of clear juice in his hand and his cock began to soften.
"What do you want me to do?" The huge man sat naked on the horse blanket with the head in his hands.
"Just say a decent goodbye to your nephew, sir," Colin said, "and make him want to come back to the place that is his home." Colin dressed, climbed down the ladder and went out in the sunshine.
"There you are, son. I was starting to get worried about you. Did you find one of the stallions Charlie worked with?" Bill grinned.
"Aye Daddy, I saw one. You saw him too Kenny didn't you?" Colin looked at his buddy.
"Aye, aye, Kiddo, I saw him alright. But we are ready to leave now, aren't we?" Kenny looked at Bruce and Charlie coming from the main house.
Two men came out from the barn, an iron black old man who went up to Charlie and hugged him. "Take care of yourself, and take care of Hector." He used his old hand to wipe away some tears.
Uncle Jim tried to look cool in his Texas hat; shirtless, showing off a hairy upper body. He reached his hand out to Charlie. "I'll miss you when the business starts again," he said. "You are always welcome back!"
Tears ran from Charlie's eyes and tears ran from Uncle Jim, but they were too scared to show affection for each other. Kenny had white clenched fists and Bill put an arm around his shoulder.
Hector whinnied inside the horse trailer. "He's not very patient," Charlie said. "He's like me. We'd better hurry. He has a new friend waiting for him tonight, but he will miss you Tom."
"I could eat a horse," Colin said when they stopped at the burger shop.
"Please don't eat mine then." Charlie grinned. He had got his good humour back.
To be continued