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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 88
"Wow! This is the biggest ice cream I've ever seen. You treat me well, Daddy." Bill and Colin were sitting on the second floor of a nice Oslo restaurant with a fantastic view along the parade street, Karl Johan. The sun was on its way down behind the western hills, but the city was still crowded with summer-loving people.
"Are you happy too, Dad? Or do you miss Scotland?" Colin asked with a mouth full of ice-cream.
"Aye, I'm very happy, and I don't miss home. It's been an adventurous day," Bill answered. "Why do you ask?"
"You have been silent since we left the hotel. You seem so far away." Colin put his open hand on Bill's arm. "Guess you are tired, old man." They had been late for dinner but the two had taken a long nap in their hotel room after the hot love sessions.
"I'm just preparing for a hot summer night. I have some plans you know, a small secret." Bill smiled.
"Good! I was certain you had something going on. Are we meeting your Asian doll again perhaps?" Colin finished his huge ice-cream.
"No, son. Are you mad at me for fucking him? He was so lonely." Bill looked at Colin and the boy saw the wrinkles beside his eyes; his teasing wrinkles.
"No, Dad. I know it was just for charity, eh?" Colin was in a teasing mood too. "But I became as horny as h.." Colin stopped his own mouth. He knew his dad didn't like his swearing. "I wish I had been in bed with the two of you."
Again Bill's eyes were looking out onto the street. He just squeezed Colin's hand. "And you brought the young soldier." Bill smiled, bent forward and kissed Colin's forehead. "He did something to me; I can't explain."
"He gave you a real kick Dad, didn't he? I've never seen you like this before." Colin moved his chair closer to Bill.
"Colin, it's probably difficult for you to understand but young Ivar is exactly like my brotherÉ my brother as he was years ago. When the redhead entered in his uniform with the beret on the curly hair, wellÉ it was a sight from years back."
"You still miss him, Dad? All the way out there in Australia Ð after nearly forty years since you've seen him." Colin put a hand on his dad's shoulder.
"I have a picture in my head, and Ivar modelled it for me today. My brother naked in a battle jacket and beret only, sporting a hard-on like Ivar did today, and I, the admiring little brotherÉ had only one wishÉ and he undressed meÉ andÉ" Bill looked around.
"And he fucked you," Colin whispered.
"Aye, he did, that night and many nights after that until my own dad one dayÉ" Bill stopped himself and waved at the young waiter passing by and asked for the bill.
"No more stupid memories. I love you, baby. That's the only thing that matters just now. We'll have a hot night in this summer city that never sleeps!" Bill smiled and led Colin out into the warm summer evening. Many pair of eyes followed young Colin dressed all in white; tight jeans showing the round butt and the child-size bulge, the tanned upper body under the white sleeveless t-shirt, and a pair of red trainers without socks. Bill, summer-like in khaki, was proud when Colin took his hand.
After a long walk in the summer city, just admiring each other, the two entered Oslo's oldest gay-bar. Coming in from the street, walking down the stairs to the basement bar, was like entering another world.
"I would like a beer as I'm hot after that walk." Bill went up to the bar. "Anything for you, honey?"
"Just a juice, please. I need to be sober with all these hunters around." Colin winked at the barman, a very nice-looking guy in his thirties. `Christer' said his name tag.
"Christer is a Swedish name, isn't it?" Colin asked. Bill smiled when he understood that his son was checking guys out from the start. "Too young for me, Daddy. Maybe he would be something for you, eh?"
The two went into the central room. The music was from the Seventies and the men around were mostly quite mature. Colin wanted to be seen, and he was watched for sure. Bill found a seat at the inner bar and let the kid explore the place. From where he sat he could watch the pool-table. Three young guys, two Asian-looking and one black guy, were sharing the table with a couple of older guys. Colin stopped beside them and was soon offered the possibility to play. He was the shortest and nearly had to climb on the table from time to time. His tight t-shirt lived its own life and the tight trousers too. Parts of a very nice body were shown for anybody that wanted to look.
Bill smiled when he saw how crowded the area was around the players all of a sudden. The three darker guys were locals, Bill thought, well-known to the customers here, and probably used by some too. His own young beauty, seemingly very occupied with the game, had checked all this and was satisfied even if he had trouble with his leaking prick.
"Let's go upstairs for some dancing," the black guy said to Colin when the first game finished.
"Dancing here?" Colin asked.
"Yeah, upstairs. Heavy. Lots of people now. You will love it." He smiled his ultra-white smile and took Colin's shoulder.
Colin looked around but Bill was not by the bar. For once the young one was a bit uncertain whether to leave without his companion. On his way out he stopped by the front-bar. "Christer, have you seen my.. eh..dad?"
The Swede grinned and made a looking movement upstairs. "He left with a man double your size, honey. Come behind the bar if you feel lonely," he said to laughter from some of the older men around. Christer squeezed his own very visible bulge.
The upstairs room was like a disco in earlier days, but the music was hot and the floor was filled with dancers. Most of them were youngsters but there were also some oldies, trying to look hot. Now the scene was Colin's. He was soon in the middle of the crowd, dancing with the black guy at first. Afterwards he was surrounded by a group of youngsters, many of them groping him - the dancing prince in the middle. Colin was sweating; his skin was damp. One of the guys helped him to strip off his t-shirt. His dark and very prominent nipples were shining. Colin took the t-shirt and used it like a rope; around his neck and between his legs. In a glimpse Colin saw his smiling dad by the upper bar. Beside him was a huge man, the only man in the room dressed in black leather, shirtless, and with a tight harness around his upper body. Colin waved and smiled at the men. He now recognised Odin, the man with the huge motorcycle from the day before, whose eyes never left Colin.
"I hope he's not trying to strip here." Bill had trouble making contact with the man beside him.
"I think the security would stop that so take it easy, Bill. He's the star out there. But maybe we should leave soon, eh?" Odin looked at his watch. "I am sure the guys are waiting for tonight's special."
"And my Colin is tonight's special?" Bill asked.
"If you approve, my friend." Odin touched Bill's arm.
"Colin is his own master. I'm just his adviser." Bill let the leather-man play with his back.
"And his lover?" Odin went on. Bill did not answer. "Will you show us tonight, hot man?" Odin had his hand working inside Bill's shirt.
"You are keen on him yourself, aren't you? You want to master him tonight? Bill looked into Odin's eyes. The man nodded. "Okay, do, but remember, I'm the boss. My `no' is absolute, understand?" Bill used his hand and took a firm hold of Odin's harness.
Colin watched the action from the floor and danced his way up to the two men. "Hello sir! So, you are here tonight too. Want to give me a ride again, eh?" He used the t-shirt to dry his face.
"You would like that, son? I was happy for the closeness of your body yesterday, so why not? But I don't think you are dressed for the bike tonight, so I will call for a taxi." The man found his phone.
The taxi speeded up through the tunnel underneath the area of government buildings where a madman had exploded a bomb a few years earlier, past the Central station and headed east. "You know where we are going?" Colin whispered. "You know what is planned?" Bill did not answer but Colin squeezed his upper leg. "You are taking me to a dungeon, aren't you, horny old man? And we bought the tools we need yesterday, didn't we?" Colin smiled when he saw the huge bike in front of them when the taxi stopped in a district with many old warehouses.
"Do you mind?" was Bill's only answer.
"No, I love it. Most of all because I can see how horny you are!" Colin moved his hand from the upper leg to his dad's very visible bulge.
Bill and Colin were led by Odin into a building covered with corrugated iron. The smell of petrol and oil was intense. Odin showed them into a sort of office, warm and nice. Colin saw a door with a toilet sign. He was happy as he needed some clean up. Another door opened and a grey-haired man, with the same gear as Odin entered. Colin hurried up to him and hugged him.
"Good to have you here among the wolves, Alex." Colin met the blue eyes of the elderly man who helped him with the equipment yesterday, and even made him spunk all over the place.
"Good to see you too, fit for the fight I hope. Saved your spunk for the occasion!" The man grinned. Colin blushed and tried to think. The sex marathon today had nearly dried him out, but dancing in the middle of a hot crowd had fired him up again. And the thought of dark sex had given him a painful hard-on. Bill had already seen a wet spot in front of Colin's white jeans.
"Please, Bill. Come with me. I think we need a drink, eh? Alex will take care of the young one. He loves that." Odin winked at Alex who put a towel on a sort of massage-bed.
"I need the bathroom, and I need it now!" Colin looked around.
"Okay, son. Give me your clothes. You find a hose in there too. Better prepare!" Alex found a bottle of oil.
Like the day before, Colin stripped for the grandpa figure without hesitation. He handed him the t-shirt and the tight trousers and then he peeled off his thong. His 4 inch (10 cm) dick was hard as iron, not for the first time today, and probably not for the last. Colin turned around and hurried to the bathroom. Old Alex put the underwear in front of his nose and sniffed with closed his eyes before he put the fabric with the wet spot into the mouth and sucked it.
When Colin was back in front of Alex, he was ordered to lie down on the bench. "I'll oil you, son. No broken skin was the order from Odin. We better see to that. I'll be in the hall too, so I can add some oil later if you need it!"
From time to time bar-music was heard and laughter from a lot of people. "Is there a huge crowd here?" Colin asked.
"Don't know exactly. There's usually about twenty, but more this evening. I'm guessing they heard rumours about something special." Alex used his oily hands all over Colin's body but concentrated on his buttocks and his balls.
"And the special one is lying here. Is that what you say, Grandpa?" Colin looked at the man who smiled. He took the bottle of oil and directed some at Colin's arsehole. Then he used one finger, two fingers and finally three fingers to penetrate him and really finger-fuck the kid-like arse. When Colin turned over, Alex did a job on Colin's nipples before he pulled Colin's foreskin back and oiled the naked glans. With two fingers he opened Colin's piss-hole and very carefully dripped oil into the stiff cock.
Colin moaned at the service. "I don't need the twenty men, Grandad. I have you. Please Alex, make love to me. You make me crazy!"
"Not my day today, but you know where to find me. I have a lot more to show you if you are interested." Alex took a small box from his pocket. "I'll give you some of this on your nipples and behind your cockhead. It's antiseptic. It will help your skin, but it burns like hell for some minutes."
Alex lubricated Colin's hard nipples. Colin managed to stay silent, but when the man put the cream all around Colin's already tender cockhead the boy yelled like a stuck pig. Bill and Odin entered the room at that point.
"What the hell is going on?" Odin shouted.
"Just my speciality," Alex answered. "I think the young man loved it." He smiled at Colin who was standing beside the table with tear-filled eyes. His nipples were hard and his cock was still like iron.
Bill was dressed up like Odin, in black boots, leather boxers with frontal thong, and a set of harnesses. He also wore a black half-mask covering his hair and eyes.
Odin opened the bag he was carrying and took out a rope. He also handed Bill a dog collar with a leash.
"I know you hate this," Bill said. "It's just for the presentation, okay?" Colin nodded. Bill placed the slave symbol on his son. Odin asked Colin to put his arms behind his back and then he bound him up, very tight.
"Suddenly I felt like a slave," Colin admitted to Bill later on.
"Now it's my turn!" Alex was close to Colin. As a surprise for everybody, Alex hugged Colin and whispered, "You are the hottest youngster I've ever seen!" Alex found the nipple clamps from yesterday. "You want the same pressure or something tougher?" he asked.
"Use the harder ones," Colin answered. He whined when Alex tugged his nipples and attached the clamps. Alex connected the two metal roses with a silver-like chain. Colin was dripping pre-cum in a long thread from his cock down to the stone floor. Alex collected the drop and licked his fingers before he gave Colin a finger so he could taste his own readiness.
With trained hands Alex manipulated Colin's cock, opened his piss-slit and pushed a 2 inch (5 cm) stainless steel rod inside. Then he fastened the glans-ring and used the nut to tighten the ring behind the now blood-red cockhead. The last chain connected the glans-ring with the nipple chains. Colin was totally locked up but for his well-prepared boy-cunt.
Bill placed a black half-mask on his son. He knew there was a prohibition on taking photos but this was a sort of open event, and Colin's outfit was very different from the JustColin collection.
Colin was ready for his entrance. He sighed lightly with every step. "Problems, love?" Bill had taken the leash and was in front.
"This is like constant fucking, Dad. My prick is being stimulated from inside, and when I move.. my titsÉ feels like somebody is biting me."
"I think we have done a good job then, kid!" Alex who was walking behind of them commented.
The room was different from other dungeons Colin had seen before. In the middle of the room, which smelled of oil, was a small stack of wheels lit by a spotlight. On the walls Colin saw different sizes of tyres and wheels. From the loft high above hung a double set of chains, and in the distance he saw some cars.
"Almost looks like Mr Morrison's garage at home," Colin whispered to Bill. The mask made it a bit difficult to see clearly but now, between the light and the shadows, Colin caught glimpses of a lot of men either standing or sitting in a circle around the lit `stage'.
"Black is the uniform here," Colin thought. Some younger men were just wearing boots and leather thongs, a few had masks, but most men were dressed like Bill and Odin.
"We have visitors from abroad!" Odin proclaimed. "A father and his young son. Welcome them!" All the men raised their heavy beer-glasses and shouted.
"Be kind to the youngster!" Odin went on. "He's just a kid, but he's a damn tough kid." The audience applauded when Odin loosened quite a big whip from his belt and placed it on the wheel-stack. Colin shuddered at the sight, but felt his dick stiffen even more. The steel rod jerked him from inside every time he moved. With his hands bound he could not hide his excitement.
Bill led Colin around in front of the circle of men. He stopped and let them touch him. Some groped Colin's balls and his cock, some gave him extra pain by tugging the chains; some squeezed his buttocks and one tried to put a finger in his arse. Colin understood that this was foreplay for the guys here as well, so he gave them small comments, and some rather rude answers to dirty questions.
"Would you like a real cock up your ass, baby?" One of the youngsters, just in a thong, shouted.
"You seem to have the right tool, master." Colin tried to play his slave-role.
"You bet I have!" The man stripped off his leather thong and his cock was really a sight. Colin was not the only one here with a stone-hard erection.
Bill placed Colin in front of the wheels, then he loosened the dog collar and placed himself in the background.
"We give his cock some freedom?" Odin shouted. "What do you say?" A few nei' was heard, but most gave a unison ja'.
`Who will free him?" Again Odin asked the guys around. The guy that had showed off his schlong for Colin pushed another young man forward. He was clearly nervous and his attitude showed that he was not comfortable. The thin and pimply young man knelt in front of Colin. Alex helped him to unscrew the glans-ring. Very carefully, the man managed to free Colin from this torture ring and pull out the steel rod that blocked his piss-slit. The result was pre-cum dripping as if Colin had cum already. To the yelling from the guys around, the fragile looking guy took Colin's cock in his mouth and sucked him well.
"Thank you, my friend!" Colin felt sorry for the lad who hurried back into the shadow. He saw that he was pushed down by the man beside him and had to continue sucking the huge dick presented. "Slave in leather!" Colin thought, just before he was pushed forward and placed with his chest on the top of the wheels.
Odin and Alex worked with the ropes. They had done this before. Colin had to place his legs on each side of the stack. The men lifted his legs from the floor and pulled his knees forward. Then they bound him up. Colin tried to keep up his head up and even raise his upper body, but he was completely bound to the stack of wheels. His buttocks were shining, his arsecrack was fully open, and even his pink rosebud was seen. His hard balls were shining too, and his hard-on was fully visible pressed down against the black rubber tyre. With his hands tied together and his legs tied to the wheels, he was completely caught.
Odin at 6ft 6in (almost 2 metres) looked huge in comparison with Colin in front of him. He went up to Colin carrying the leather whip and let the top of the whip tease the young body all the way from his legs to the neck. Colin moaned. Again Odin teased, this time following the arsecrack, concentrating on the balls and the boy-cunt. Suddenly and without warning he raised his arm. The whip hit with some force. Colin yelled, more with surprise than pain. The man used his open hand to comfort the bum and the back.
"You okay, boy?" Odin lifted Colin's head by the hair.
"Aye, sir. Thank you, sir. I need to be punished," Colin whispered, but loud enough for everybody to hear.
"Why?" Odin asked.
"Because I have begged for cock all day, sir." Colin just told the truth. Bill could only smile.
"I think this kid is too pale." Odin said. "Guess we should warm him a little before we answer his wishes." The man raised his arm and hit the buttocks and upper legs with some force again and again. The body shivered and Colin whined but did not scream. Nearly all the men were standing close now. They saw that Colin's cock was still stiff and they could see a long thread of pre-cum on the black rubber.
Again Odin went up and caressed Colin's body with his open hand. He also used the handle of the whip like a butt-plug and teased the crack and the rosebud. When he, without any warning, pushed the handle quite deep inside the boy, Colin screamed for the first time, again with surprise, Bill sensed.
Colin's buttocks were turning light pink when Odin swapped position with Alex. The whip Alex carried was different, longer and in a way softer looking, but Bill knew this whip. Even with light strokes you get the feeling of needles. Not heavy pain, but the feeling could be crazy. Bill had used it on Colin in their playroom at home, so Colin would know the feeling too.
Alex started with some cross spanks before he struck lower and let the end of the whip reach Colin's balls. The last one made Colin clench his teeth and raise his head. Bill was about to stop the spanking, but his youngster was still dripping hard and hadn't given him any stop-sign.
The old specialist changed action. He used the whip in a sort of helicopter movement. He had for sure done this before. Colin's buttocks and lower back, plus the back of his groin area were hit again and again. The sounds from the whip action and Colin's moans filled the room. The boy was in trouble now and his bum was more red than pink. Alex stopped and went up to Colin again and comforted the warm butt.
"I think you can take some more, son." Alex lifted Colin's head.
"Okay, sir. You are the master!" Colin was not as direct as he used to be.
Odin now handed the leather-whip to Alex and with one whip in each hand he gave Colin a series of hits. Colin's back was very red and warm now. He did not lift his head between the strokes. Alex raised both arms ready for a double stroke with both the whips.
"Enough!" Bill's voice was loud and clear.
Alex lowered his arms and used the whips to just touch the body from bum to neck. "Good boy!" he said. "Good boy." Then he opened his little box and creamed his hands before he lubricated the red parts of the youngster's body. The liniment burned like hell and Colin screamed, but Alex continued.
"Will do you good, son. It will do you good." He combed Colin's hair with his fingers.
"Thanks, Grandad!" Colin tried to smile.
Odin went up to Colin now. "You want a break, son? Something to drink."
"Give me some water please, but don't be stupid man. Do Vikings need a break? I'm as horny as hell. Are you not going to reward me for the flogging, eh?" Colin sounded loud and clear in the strange room.
"And don't give me queens, master. I want real men, and I want them to fuck me hard. And I want it now. And give me some man-cream to recover man. There must be a lot of milk-producing men around here." Colin looked around, dripping sweat, before he drank the water he was given.
"You heard the boy's order, guys. Quite a son you have brought up!" Odin looked at Bill who just smiled.
Two men came forward. Colin did not know that they were close friends of Odin, and that Bill had approved them. Both men were in their forties, Colin guessed. His possibility to check them out was limited, but he liked what he saw. They were dressed in leather leggings and thongs, and their lightly haired bodies wore black harnesses. One had a bald head with a dark half-beard, the other had haircut like an American soldier.
"Open your cunt, boy!" One of them gave Colin a spank on his already sore bum. "We will dry-hump him since he wants it tough." He gave the other man his hand.
"No way!" Bill said. "Open him properly, or I'll fuck him myself!"
The `baldhead' knelt and used his tongue and lips to rim the youngster, and he did it to Colin's great satisfaction. The sound from him was now like the purring of a happy cat. The spit and a hot tongue made Colin open his arse. The man received a tub of grease from Alex and, since Alex had prepared Colin very well just an hour earlier, it was easy for the guy to get his fingers inside for a real finger-fuck. Colin moaned with pleasure and again pre-cum was dripping down the black rubber tyre.
The audience was growing impatient and started to shout and comment. "Show us your tool, man! Bottom him now! Take that ass! You forgot your pill, man?"
Colin managed to look to the side and make contact with the two men, still fully dressed. "For God's sake, get your dicks out and give these folks a show, guys. You look like schoolboys now. Get into action. Stuff me full at both ends. What are you waiting for?" Colin was not impatient. He was bound up, and he was horny. It was not possible for him to move closer to the men. They had to do the job.
The young one taking command made the tough-looking guys change attitude. They stripped off their leather-leggings, and without hesitation, they removed their thongs too and showed off a pair of heavy boners. Naked, and hairy, but for the boots and the harness, they received positive comments from the on-lookers around them.
"Not a problem for my boy," Bill thought. Both the men had cocks above average length and the «baldhead' had a thick one. Bill knew that Colin would take these cocks with pleasure.
Another one-handed spank landed on Colin's red butt before the bearded guy opened Colin with two thumbs. Hands-free he gave him his cock, slowly and not too roughly, but he pushed all the way in one single thrust. Colin opened his mouth for a soundless scream, but the crew-cut man was there. He lifted Colin's head by the hair, and gave him his cock, all the way. He locked his head with two hands and stayed inside. With tears in his eyes, Colin managed to turn his head a bit and swallow the cock that was mouth-fucking him. Colin knew exactly how to get the man moving. A combination of hard lips, and light teeth, and the intruder was where Colin wanted him.
Over the next minutes the men did what was expected of them. Colin was really stuffed at both ends, and when Odin knelt beside the wheels and used his fingernails on Colin's glans, pre-cum was dripping down the tyre.
Colin was taking a more active role with his mouth now, and he managed to work with his arse-muscles on the fucker. The two men were sweating and to Colin's disappointment both were slowing down.
"Fuck me harder. Show me your Viking spirit! Make me cum now, please let me cum," Colin managed to shout when the man in front had pulled back far enough for Colin to free his mouth.
The men changed position. Colin did like the thinner, but longer, cock that now penetrated him. He was a fucker for Colin's pleasure. He stopped, rotated and very obviously he wanted to treat Colin's love button with more than just the ritual pounding his colleague had given it.
Colin played with the bigger cockhead. He gave the man tongue-service and lip service until suddenly, without any warning, the man stepped back a little, jerked his cock and started to send his jizz over Colin's face and mouth. He really was a shooter, and he had plenty in his balls. Colin was drenched with man-milk and the audience shouted their satisfaction.
"I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. "I'm cumming!" With a roar, the fucking man bottomed in Colin, and the two, the youngster and the older guy, had a mutual orgasm in front of the audience. Colin was pumping and pumping his cum down the tyre, while the grown-up man was emptying deep inside the youngster. After a while, resting close to the young body, he withdrew, still very hard, and went up in front of Colin who licked the dripping cock with great pleasure. Colin, drenched in jizz, and leaking man-milk from both his cock and arse, was still hard.
"I want more!" Colin was loud and clear. "Give me more cock! Please. Make me cum again, show me! Show me!"
"Yes, young man. We'll make you cum, again and again. Twenty-five horny guys are here. Show him your tools, guys. Let him beg for you." Odin was in front of Colin now, and without his leather boxers. No doubt that the man was ready for action.
Bill was impressed by the tool this Odin displayed; a size like his own and nearly as thick. The man was circumcised so the veiny dark cock looked like a real piece of wood. The cock met the dripping spunk leaking from Colin's arse.
"Open up, son. Take the Viking God," Bill was in front of his son and untied the boy's arms. The pain was worse when he changed position but he smiled at his dad and opened his arse for the new intruder. Colin hugged his dad's lower body and opened the leather thong and let the cock he loved get its freedom.
With his arms free, Colin could lift his upper body a bit and look around. He saw onlookers playing with themselves and younger guys sucking and rimming. The setting in the garage was intense.
"Will you fuck me, Daddy? Will you show these guys how you make me cum?" Colin kissed Bill's glans.
"I will son, later! But I want them to see your body properly first. Just let Odin finish. You're close already, man?" Bill looked at Odin fucking Colin in long and heavy strokes.
Colin was very excited, but stressed because Bill didn't give him his cock for real.
"I have to do this job myself," Colin thought and used all his strength to "kill" Odin's dick with his arse-muscles. And he got the feedback he wanted. Odin roared like an animal, pulled out his cock, and jerked his cum over Colin's sweating body. From the curly hair down to the butt-crack long white threads covered the bound-up youngster.
"Clean him, boys!" Odin waived to the two younger men. "And get yourself more beer, all of you! And bring more water for the lad!"
With hands and mouth the kneeling young adults cleaned Colin's body of the remaining spunk. Alex was there too, and he released Colin from the tyre-stack. With fragile hands he poured more oil on Colin's body and gave his legs and shoulders some massage. With Colin still in Bill's arms the older man knelt and cared for teen's erection. The fuck from Odin had been hot, and the youngster was still horny. When Alex tugged the chain that still was connected to the nipple clamps, Colin's cock was wet again.
Colin understood that a new event was about to start. The spotlight above the wheel stack had been turned down, and a new heavy spot lit up an enormous tyre close to one of the walls. The diameter was more than 6.5 feet (two metres) and parts of the black rubber were covered with steel wires.
Bill and Odin, both with thongs back on but shirtless and hot, took Colin's hands and led him up to the huge tyre. Bill lifted his son and let Odin connect his wrists to the prepared handcuffs. Then the two men spread Colin's legs wide and cuffed his ankles. Colin's naked body was now in the shape of a St Andrew's cross with a small, but iron-hard, erection in the middle. Bill adjusted Colin's hair and helped him with the mask before bending forward to kiss him.
"I'll use the whip now, son. You want to cum again eh? Or are you completely dry?" Bill whispered.
"You know how to make me crazy, Dad. We'll show them, eh?" Colin grinned.
Again Alex collected his small bag. First he adjusted the nipple-clamps; making them more painful than when first put on, Colin admitted afterwards. Then he found two steel clamps, tugged Colin's ball sack, and placed one clamp on each ball. Colin closed his eyes and sighed quietly. With trained hands, Alex connected the chain from the nipples to the ball-sack. Colin's prick was harder than ever. Alex used the tip of his tongue to catch the pre-cum dropping from the naked glans before he handled a light cock-whip to Bill.
Bill started with Colin's upper body. Stroke after stroke landed on his chest. Colin knew how to tighten his muscles and take the strokes, but the clamps made the pain intense. Bill went close.
"You can take more, son?" he whispered.
"Never stop during the starter." Colin grinned.
Bill worked the strokes down Colin's body. Both sides turned pink, and the hard-muscled naval area got some heavy strokes.
Bill went close again. He used his grown-up hands to jerk the youngster's dick. "You want some strokes before you cum?"
"Aye, please Dad, please! Make me warm, make me spit. I need to pee too, okay?" Bill saw Colin's begging eyes through the tight half-mask. Odin had never talked about a `yellow' show but if the boy had to pee, he should just do it, Bill thought and nodded.
He teased the cock and the balls with the cockwhip, before he started the strokes. Firstly he hit the hard cock, then he turned to the balls, before he used one hand to tug the chain while the other hit the ballsack from below. Colin whined with every stroke and Bill knew he was about to reach a climax very soon.
Odin whispered something in Bill's ear and the man nodded. Then Odin's voice was heard. "Your turn, guys. Play with the youngster but no more spanks though!"
The young fellow with the huge cock was the first, naked but for his harness and boots. He played with Colin's body and licked his cock while wanking his own cock. Colin loved this situation. There were a lot of admiring men, most of them very mature, all of them wanting him. After nearly half an hour Colin looked at Bill. "I have to piss Dad, or...or..." he shouted.
"Let's finish first, love!" Bill was back with the whip and started some light strokes on Colin's front. Then he went up to him and tugged the string that was connected to the ball-clamps. Colin howled when the clamps were pulled off.
With one hand, Bill made himself ready to detach the nipple-clamps. With the other hand he gave the dick some light strokes with the cock-whip. Colin pushed his hips forward, then he cried, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Bill tugged the nipple-clamps and Colin started to shoot his load again, clear spunk this time. He sprayed like always, and drops landed on the dirty stone floor in front of him; his body jerked, again and again.
Bill knew what was coming and was a bit uncertain of the audience's reaction. However there was no-one in front of the huge tyre. Still with a hard cock, Colin delivered his yellow liquid, first just some drops and then a steady stream. There was some movement in the crowd and the young, huge adult from earlier, hurried forward, bent down and opened his mouth. With cheering from the crowd around, he managed to get the last taste of Colin's piss.
"Help me to untie the boy," Bill asked the young adult. "And help me to carry him back to the wheel-stack."
Bill found a small tarpaulin and covered the tyres. He lifted Colin and let him lie down on the `bed'.
"Hold his legs!" Again Bill looked at the nearly naked man that took Colin's yellow load. Bill lifted Colin's legs, spread them and let the younger man hold him. In one single movement Bill stripped off his thong and was partly naked. His cock was already creamed, and Colin was more than greased, so Bill just placed his big cockhead outside his son's rosebud. Bill felt a bit sorry when he saw Colin's heavily whipped bum, but Alex's treatment had done a good job. There was no broken skin.
Bill looked around and was happy that the spotlight above the where the first scene had taken place was now switched off. He was not keen to do any sort of performance; he just wanted to fuck his young son for their mutual pleasure. He whispered, "Let's make love, son, and if it pleases some of the lonely men around, let them feel the love between us."
"You mind if I take part, sir?" The younger man had removed his leather thong and placed his huge cock near Colin's neck.
"I love that weapon, my friend!" Colin answered the question and let one hand squeeze the 10 inch (more than 25 cm) veiny cock.
"Kenny, love," Colin whispered and closed his eyes, hardly heard by anybody.
"What did you say, darling?" Bill bent forward and hesitated. Colin opened his eyes, and smiled. "A secret, sir. I'm just waiting for you to fill me up." Then he did his normal stunt, opened his boy-cunt, pushed back and let his bottom-hole swallow the well-grown cock of his `father'.
Bill fucked Colin like he used to. He started slowly with short thrusts, then longer strokes. From time to time he let his cock rest and rotate, before he again bottomed him.
"Harder. Harder, sir. Please sir, I think I can cum again." Colin whined every time Bill let his dick `disappear' from his hole and then again when the cockhead burst through his sphincter. Bill had not touched Colin's prick, but the boy now had a rock-hard erection once more.
Bill looked at the man holding Colin's legs. "Come and help me give this son of mine a happy ending. I think I need a small break here!" Bill was sweating in the warm room. He was in the middle of his third heavy fuck for the day, and it really was a job for the sixty year old Scottish stallion.
The man didn't have to be asked twice. He had his huge cock inside Colin seconds after Bill was out. With a sportman's muscles, he held Colin's legs upwards and spread them. He fucked the lad now lying on the tarpaulin, and he fucked him hard. Colin moaned again and again. He tried to use his arse muscles but then he felt more comfortable by just being the taller youngster's toy.
"Kenny, yes Kenny," he whispered.
"Not Kenny, Kenneth!" The younger man bent down and kissed Colin, and the lad responded with pleasure.
The show in front of him aroused Bill, but he did not want to pull the man away. He saw that Colin was close to cumming, and he himself was again horny as if it was the first fuck of the day. Bill had seen this guy being rimmed by his friend so he went behind him, spat in his hand and gave the arsehole two fingers. The man stopped for a moment, then he opened up for Bill.
"Yes, let's fuck his kid of yours together!" He grinned when Bill screwed him.
The spectators understood that something special was about to happen, and there was an electric situation among the group making a ring around the three in the middle.
Colin was the one to howl first. This time it was no theatrical howl, but he was taken over the edge by the heaviest fuck of the day. Not much spunk came from Colin this time, more piss-like than milk-like. He looked up to see the two men now wanking on both sides of his body. Bill pointed at his face, and the young adult pointed at his lower body. Both of them finished at the same time, sending cum over the body in front of them. Bill had recovered well from his soldier sex-play, and the helping man seemed filled up with jizz and did not stop his eruptions until Colin was drenched.
"Let him clean us!" Bill put his cock in Colin's mouth. The young man who had called himself Kenneth, did the same.
"I better find my friend. He'll be so damn jealous." The man left the circle.
"That's the first time I saw him being fucked." Alex, the granddad-like and bdsm specialist was beside Bill. "Did you like him? He's my grandson, 30 years old, a rally-driver. Hot as hell." Alex put a hand on Bill's shoulder.
"He was a real gunner. He sent Colin to heaven. The boy hasn't recovered yet." Bill looked at the near to fainted Colin, still covered in spunk.
"Go to the bar and get some beers! I'll take care of your son." Alex was stronger than his body showed. He carried young Colin in his arms out of the room.
"Why did he call me Kenny?" The young adult, still naked, and still half hard, was standing beside Bill at the bar. Bill swallowed, and he swallowed again. He could not understand why this thirty years old Norwegian stallion made his cock rise again inside his thong.
"His favourite fuck-buddy at home is called Kenny." Bill grinned. "And you are like him, just a bit older." Bill, normally a bit slow in initiating action with people he didn't know well, placed his fist around the man's cock and squeezed him until he had the 10 inch (25 cm) rock-hard and dripping.
"Now fuck that poor lad over there who is waiting for you." Bill looked at the youngster who had been pushed forward to free Colin of the cock-ring earlier that evening.
The taxi stopped outside the hotel around midnight. Bill was exhausted after the long day. Colin was not happy to have a sore bum, but he was happy to have had the visit to the garage.
"I wonder if Ivar is in our room?" Colin asked.
"Damn. I had forgotten about him." The non-swearing Bill found the lift to the top floor. Some lights were burning in the room when they entered. There was a different smell in the luxurious hotel room, a smell of forest, boots and well-used socks. On the floor beside the bed was a pair of military boxer-shorts. In the middle of the huge bed, lay a naked youngster, only half covered by the thin summer-duvet. He was far away in dreamland, and Bill looked at him with tears in his eyes.
"Sexy smell," Colin said. "Like campus. Come and wash me, Daddy. And take a whisky so you are ready to salute your soldier in the morning." Colin undressed and looked at his dad who like a caring father, covered the body in bed with the duvet.
Colin woke up early. Even with dark curtains he could see the sun outside. Someone was playing with his morning wood. He turned to Ivar and gave him a smile. "You horny, baby?" Ivar whispered.
"Always horny!" Colin whispered back and kissed Ivar on his lips. Bill was snoring lightly on the other side of the soldier.
"He was exhausted last night," Colin went on, looked at his dad. "He fucked like a teenager yesterday."
"And he is tenting like a stallion now." Ivar grinned and looked at Bill's strong erection beside him.
"Suck him, soldier! He loves a morning fuck. He will have your cunt too, I'm sure. He's a hot morning lover. I have to leave you. I have a very bad conscience over my boyfriend as I left him alone all yesterday. Tell Dad I'll bring Olav for breakfast!" The nude Colin left the bed, doing nothing to cover his sexy hard-on, and saw that Ivar put an arm around his sleeping `father'.
Two hours later the four met for a late breakfast. Colin was already into his second plate of hot breakfast when Bill and Ivar arrived. Ivar was in uniform, but Colin saw that his hair was still wet, and he had the look of a young man just fucked to climax.
"You missed me this morning?" Colin smiled and met his dad's eyes.
"Aye, I did son, but the Norwegian armed forces set up a rescue operation so I can't complain." Bill touched Ivar's hand. "What have you two been up to this morning?" He looked at Olav, but Colin was the one that answered.
"Since we didn't have any soldiers around and no weapons, we had to help ourselves." Colin looked up from his plate. Olav blushed.
"Well, we have packed up our stuff for the camp and we have made some arrangements with Gunnar." Olav had changed the topic. "We leave for the mountains in the afternoon. Gunnar has his huge van, you know!"
"So we have to do the kiss and cry now, Dad. You're on your way to Stockholm today, eh?" Colin found his phone and checked. "And then Copenhagen later, you said?"
"Yes, I'll meet both the Swedish and the Danish editors before I sign the contract," Bill answered. "I will go with Ivar to the airport later today."
"Ivar! You will be the star in Dad's new porn-story, I'm sure." Colin teased. "A photo story I hope!"
Ivar followed. "It will be hot. We must have another audition after breakfast, Bill, eh? I can hardly wait."
"Tell Gunnar I'll be waiting for him about three o'clock. I'm ready to leave Oslo as planned. I just have a small job to do on my own first. Take care, Bro!" Colin kissed Olav and waved him off on the underground train. He looked around. A lot of travellers were on the crowded platform, but nobody seemed to have paid any notice to the two boys kissing. Two young girls whistled when he passed them on his way out. Colin blushed. The youngster, who had no problems with nude performances in front of a huge audience, was like a shy younger teenager regarding girls.
The taxi-driver grinned when Colin tried to pronounce the name of the company and address he wanted. Today he really felt lost and it was probably to be expected. The last time he'd left the city centre, he was on a motorbike and it was dark.
`Opens 15:00.' The door was closed and no lights showed inside. Colin felt a bit disappointed. He looked around; the taxi had gone. Then he remembered that there was a side-door to this building. He found the unlocked door. From the basement he heard some familiar sounds, porn-movie sounds with too much screaming and too much groaning to be real sex.
Colin went down the stairs and knocked the nearest door. Nothing happened, so he knocked again. The sound was turned down and a voice shouted, "Yes?"
The older grey-haired man from the other night, the man with the tough strokes, but also the man with the warm and oiled hands, was sitting behind a stack of movie boxes when Colin opened the door.
"Morning, sir. I'm happy to see that you are here. May I come in?" Colin entered the room.
At first Alex had to adjust his glasses, then he was one big smile. "Colin, honey, what a surprise! I didn't think I would see you today. You are due to leave, aren't you?
"I am leaving soon and I am in a hurry, but you gave me an invitation the other night. Remember? And you didn't fuck me last night. I missed it." Colin pretended to pout.
"I think you got more than enough last night, son. How is your butt today, and how are your nipples after their hard treatment? I think those clamps were left on a bit too long!" Alex closed the computer screen in front of him and invited Colin to step forward.
"You want to see them?" Colin did not wait for an answer. He pulled off his tank-top and used his own fingers on the sore nipples. Alex wet his fingers with saliva, then he worked Colin's nipples until they were hard and red.
"Seem to be fine!" Alex smiled. Colin stripped off his denim shorts and tiny underwear in one movement. He was dripping hard, iron-hard, horny as ever. He had met the man who was the reason for his visit. Alex took the dick into his mouth and just used his tongue very carefully.
Colin could hardly stand still. "Please sir, please!" Colin put his hands on Alex's head.
"Turn around, son. Your dad thought I was too hard with you last night." Alex caressed Colin's buttocks. "Think you have a good next-day colour, boy."
"My dad's so strange," Colin said. "When he plays with me, he's as tough as any, but as soon as another man uses his hand or a whip on me, he's the most protective person you can imagine."
"Be happy, son. Be very happy because you have a daddy that loves you." Alex hugged the young naked visitor. "But since you're here, you want to try some tools?" He looked around. The walls were covered with sex-toys.
"Yes, sir. Please sir. I want to try a very special tool!" Colin grinned.
"Okay?" Alex responded.
"Please fuck me, sir. Please fuck me hard. Make me cum, Alex, like last time I was here, and fill me with your cream. Feed me if you like, please." Colin placed himself on Alex's lap, put his arms around the man's neck and gave him his lips for long-lasting wet kiss. Colin felt the elderly man's cock grow inside his baggy shorts.
Alex's changed behaviour. With a firm grip on Colin's shoulders, he forced the youngster to kneel. "Worship my cock now. Lick it, swallow, show me what a slut you are?" Alex placed his hands on Colin's head and let the boy meet the tenting hard-on.
Colin used his teeth on the erection and found the cockhead through the thin fabric. With a quick movement Colin stripped the man of his shorts. Alex was naked underneath. For a man in his seventies, Alex was very hard, and clearly ready for a fuck. "Not more than 16cm (6.5 inches)," Colin told Olav later, "but as thick as a child's arm."
But Colin did not disappoint the bdsm master. He took the huge cock and managed not to vomit; he dripped spit and pre-cum and tears, but Alex was very pleased with the service.
"Let me open your little pussy." Alex lifted the youngster as if he was a doll, turned him around, and put his upper body down in the deep chair. He spread Colin's light red buttocks and spat in his arse-crack before he used his tongue all the way from the hairless balls to the quivering entrance. Soon the experienced tongue was inside and Colin cried with lust.
Alex had an electric pen on his desk. Without warning he used the pen on Colin's butt. He screamed, not with pain but because of the surprise. The power was very light, more a tickling than real pain. Alex used the pen all around Colin's rosebud, and then he used it on Colin's balls. The lad moved his butt like a teased girl. He pumped pre-cum; a long string dripped from his piss-slit down to the floor.
Alex turned up the intensity of the pen and touched his own cock which in seconds grew in size and stiffness. He found some lube and without warning he pushed two fingers inside the lad and twisted. A combination of spit and lube on his own cock and the man was ready to fulfil Colin's dreams.
"You said you were in a hurry, so let's do this the tough way, eh!" Alex spread Colin's legs wide, opened his arse-cheeks and just screwed him. The thick cock was painful, but strangely enough, Colin felt the heat instead of a long-lasting pain. In a way he was surprised that the elderly man was such a hard fucker, but he responded by nearly locking the thick cock with his arse-muscles. Now the man groaned.
"You're a smart devil, aren't you?" Again and again Alex bottomed in Colin. The lad had been horny since Olav sucked him off this morning and he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Yes sir, please sir, make it harder sir. Just split my cunt. I will be cumming soon. Cumming soon!" Colin tried to hold back, but the man wanted things differently. He pounded into him again and again and soon Colin just opened up and let his cum flow. He just pumped and pumped into Alex's cupping hands. The huge load from Colin was enough for the two of them. Alex licked his fingers and he fed Colin his own spunk. Then he, like a much younger athlete, spun Colin around and placed him in front of his cock.
"Take it, slut. Eat it. Drink it!" Alex jerked a couple of times before he sent his man-cream deep into Colin's mouth. Compare to Colin, the elderly man had a sparse load, but Colin was filled up and had trouble enough swallowing.
Alex lifted Colin in his arms. Then he whispered: "Sorry for the dirty words, son. Just play-acting, eh?" He gave the youngster a deep kiss. "Hope you come back sometime."
"I will. Thank you, sir. Your dick really filled me," Colin grinned. He looked at his watch. He was in a hurry now, really. "Please, sir, could you call a taxi for me?"
Without dressing the man opened the door to the next room and shouted, "Stop wanking, stupid. Drive Colin to the campus. He's in a hurry."
A redheaded Kenneth from yesterday was seen in the door, shirtless and in tenting shorts. "I have my car outside, Colin. Just use the back door when you are dressed!"
"The old man doesn't know that the backroom can be seen from the video-store," the huge young man said as he speeded up his sports-car in the narrow streets. "Quite a show you put on today, Colin. You're a professional, aren't you?" Kenneth rubbed Colin's knee.
"No, not professional, just a horny lad from Scotland." Colin grinned. "Just now I'm getting hard again because I can see your stiff cock. Please let me suck you, man. In seconds and without slowing down his car, the man in his thirties, revealed his 10 inch (25 cm) veiny beauty. Colin dived into his crotch.
"Please stop in front of the building." Colin had problems talking. He had white cum all over his face and mouth.
"Thank you, Colin. You are a pro!" Kenneth cleaned Colin's face with his hands and lips.
Shortly afterwards the white Porsche disappeared, whining around the corner.
"I had to climb the highest hill to get a connection," Colin said. He had an unclear screen in front of him showing Bill in Copenhagen. "I miss you, Dad. You are coming back tomorrow or...?"
"I miss you too Son, very much. Are you happy with Olav and Gunnar?" Bill asked.
Colin looked down at the archaeology student camp on the mountain plateau below, where he had stayed with Olav for the last couple of days.
"I share a tent with Olav, and Gunnar visits us every night. I love his huge cock you know, but you are a better fucker, Dad. Twelve inches (30 cm) every night is hot and Olav can't take it, so I get all I want. And you know, Olav is the born sucker. So yes, I am happy." Colin smiled.
"I miss Olav too. Please tell him. He's nearly as cute as you, you know? But Colin. Listen, and listen carefully!" The Skype connection was not very clear. Colin tried to change position.
"I had a call from London the other day. We have to travel to London at the weekend for the porn video recording with Rusty. He's occupied later on, so we have to do it now!" Bill gave orders.
"But Daddy, Olav and I will travelÉ" Colin was stopped.
"I know, Son, but don't worry. Everything is arranged. You will fly back to Oslo from London on Monday morning, and you can go on with your plans with Olav. I will meet the two of you in Paris, okay?" Bill smiled.
"I'm sun-tanning, Dad. Nice weather up here. You want to see me?" Colin placed the iPad so Bill could see his full naked body. He turned around and displayed his hard round butt for the camera.
To be continued