The story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and is completely fictional. Ivar is a youngster of the writer's imagination, and so are the men he meets on his `educational journey'.
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Europe with Spartacus
Chapter 22
Scotland (1975-1976)
"I looked for you in the sauna yesterday. Didn't see you, sir. Missed you, sir!" Ivar sat in the front seat beside Bill, the gentleman from the sauna in Blackpool, who had given him a real man's cock up his boy-cunt the first night.
"Sorry that I didn't send you a message." Bill, dressed like a gentleman, placed a hand on Ivar's thigh. "I met some friends who wanted me to go with them to a dungeon for some fun. I couldn't resist."
"You are into basement stuff, sir? Ivar's cock stiffened at the man's touch and the thought of his own dungeon visits in Paris.
Bill didn't answer. He just squeezed Ivar's leg and dragged him closer to his own seat.
"You seem to fancy the thought yourself, my boy. More experienced than I thought perhaps. You like it hard, eh?" Bill used two fingers to play with Ivar's erection outside the tight jeans.
"Aye, sir. You were great. The hardest fuck for a long time, sir!" Ivar swallowed. He didn't know this man. Just met him that night in the sauna. Suddenly he thought of his mother's warning.
"Take off your clothes, boy! I want to have you naked!" Bill's voice was commanding, like he was playing a role.
"But sir!" Ivar hesitated. He looked around at the heavy traffic on the M6 motorway running north to the English-Scottish border. They had just passed the entrance to the Lake District National Park.
"Go on, boy! Completely naked, and spread your legs. Play with your cock. I'll turn the windows to one-way visibility. We don't want the police to interfere, do we kid?" Bill stroked Ivar's upper body when the t-shirt was gone. Then he helped Ivar off with the tight jeans and the sexy string underwear. A very horny youngster was fully nude and travelling at a speed of 70 mph (80 km/hr).
"Go on, wank! Do it hard! Let me hear how you sound when you are really horny!" Bill commanded.
Ten minutes passed in silence. Ivar's wanking noise was the only non-traffic sound.
"Open the glove compartment. Take out the tool! And grab the handcuffs and the blindfold too. Go on wanking! Lick that boy-cream." Ivar was a bit scared, first of all because the traffic was heavy, and secondly because Bill looked more at him than at the cars in front.
"What are you doing, sir?" Ivar was both excited and afraid.
"Lick the plug and push it into your arse, boy. I know you like it! Do it now!" Bill accelerated to overtake a huge coach. "Then put on the blindfold! Give me your hands, and give me the handcuffs."
Bill managed to lock the cuffs on Ivar's wrists, and bind them to a hook beside the seat. Because of the traffic and the high speed, Ivar did not dare to protest.
"Let me help you! You look great, kid. Like the rubber cock, eh?" Bill lowered the speed a bit when he unzipped his formal trousers. Ivar heard that Bill was jerking himself. From time to time Bill took care of both Ivar's erection and his own.
"If you go on sir, I'll cum. I'm closeÉ sir!" Ivar tried to calm down when he felt a pain that made him scream like he'd been hit by a knife. Bill had used his nails on Ivar's balls and also squeezed his eggs. "Don't you spill your spunk inside my car. Save it for my mouth, boy!"
Ivar sensed that the car had come off the motorway. He could follow the change in the roads, until the sound of gravel made him understand that Bill was about to stop the car.
"What will you do to me, sir?" Ivar asked, still both excited and frightened. This was like a movie scene.
"I'll give you a lesson, kid. A lesson!" Bill pulled Ivar by the cuffs. The young man heard a wooden door scream on rusty hinges. The smell of soil and grass, and the sound of horses, made him believe they were in a barn.
Bill pushed Ivar down on a tall-legged bench.
"Please, sir. Please stop now. Tell me it's a game, eh? Please!" Ivar did not protest when both his legs and his wrists were bound to the legs of the bench and the butt-plug was secured.
"Yes, it's a game boy; a damn hot game. Just relax now, kid!" Ivar heard that Bill had opened a door, but then he came back and whispered, "If you say RED now, or at any time in the next hour, we go straight back to the car and drive on for lunch in Carlisle and then continue to Edinburgh. If you shout NO or STOP, or use any other expression, it doesn't count. You are in? Okay. I'll give you ten minutes."
"Sir, I have to piss!" Ivar said with a pained voice.
"Go on, boy. You will not be the first to piss in here!" Bill locked the door behind him.
Ivar tried to get rid of the blindfold and managed to get one eye free. The room was of timber, not a barn, but a sort of cottage. There was some light from high-up windows, but it was quite dark. Ropes were hanging from the ceiling, and another raw bench was beside the stool where he was bound up.
The room was cold. Ivar really had to pee. He let it go, and the warm liquid streamed down one leg. He felt both humiliated and horny at the same time. The hard erection was back just after he finished emptying his bladder.
Without a sound Bill was back. He stood in front of Ivar and freed him from the blindfold. The man was naked but for boots and a black mask. His hairy body was glistening and his hard man-cock was dripping with pre-cum.
"You ready to serve me, boy?" Bill's voice was commanding. Ivar nodded and murmured.
"Didn't hear you, boy! You ready for me?" Bill shouted and gave his earlobe a tug.
"Yes, master, I'll serve you!" Ivar's voice was clear, but his eyes were wet with tears.
"Open up! Suck me, kid!" Bill forced the huge dick into Ivar's mouth. Then he placed both hands on Ivar's head and tried to force the cock down his throat. Ivar coughed and swallowed and did what he could to let Bill deep-fuck him. Spit and slime dropped from his mouth and he felt as if he might vomit. Every time Ivar swallowed Bill forced the cock deeper, and soon he was throat-fucking him with force.
Bill withdrew and gave Ivar's earlobe a pinch. "Good boy! Good boy...but you are freezing. Guess we must heat you a bit, eh?" He suddenly showed off a whip. "You want to be heated, boy?"
"Yes master, whip me. please. Make me your hot slave, sir! And please make me cum, sir." Ivar tried to play the slave role, but he yelled when the whip hit his butt. Bill did not wait, but used the whip all the way from Ivar's upper back down to his feet. He ended up doing a helicopter motion on the buttocks. Ivar's globes were about to turn pink.
"You need a replacement, boy?" Bill used the whip's handle to push the butt plug further inside and move it from side to side. Ivar yelled when Bill at last, very slowly, let the conical plug stretch his sphincter. He yelled again when Bill used the whip handle to fuck him. Bill let the handle fill the boy-cunt; the brown leather threads looked like a tail. Every time Bill moved the handle sideways Ivar made a short yelp.
"You look great, lad, like a dripping-hard horse. You like this, eh?" Bill came out of his hard master role and licked the long slimy thread hanging from Ivar's hard-on.
"But baby, you need some heat between the legs too! I know what we will do! I have some heavy scissors. That baby-cock could take a hole or two, okay?" Bill teased Ivar's balls with something made of steel.
"No, no, please, don't pierce me, sir. Don't..." followed by a howl when Bill placed the scissor-like clamp on his foreskin. For Ivar it felt like a piercing, but the truth was that the scissor-clamp left less marks than other clamps, even though it was heavy enough to pull the dick downwards. Bill had two more of these painful clamps. He tugged the ball-skin down and placed a scissor-clamp around each ball.
"Good boy! Good boy!" Bill used his hands to set the clamps swinging. Ivar tried to get rid of the pain by wiggling the butt, but the result was the opposite.
Bill pulled the whip handle from the boy-cunt, and teased the cock and balls with the whip. Ivar dripped pre-cum down through the foreskin and stayed hard despite the clamp tugged the foreskin. Bill was rock-hard too, but Ivar couldn't see the Scot was greasing up his man-cock with a lot of thick cream.
Now Bill removed the clamps without opening them, and Ivar screamed when Bill played with his balls and cock after the removal. It was time to give Ivar what he had longed for. Bill placed his swollen cockhead just outside Ivar's partly-open arse.
"You ready for your master, boy?" Bill spanked the buttocks.
"Yes sir, please master, fuck me! Do me now, please!" Ivar was horny as hell.
"You want it hard, baby? Really hard?" Bill placed the cockhead on Ivar's rosebud and pressed. The boy was locked so he could hardly move.
"Fuck, yes master. Hard, please. I'll serve you good, sir. Good!" Ivar opened his boy-cunt like an invitation. Bill forced the 25 cm (10 inch) veiny horse-cock into the Viking in a single thrust. Not a sound from Ivar, but it was as if he had fainted.
"You okay, bonnie lad?" Bill stayed inside and touched Ivar's forehead with his hands.
"Go on, master. Show me how a real Scot uses his skills!" Ivar tried to turn but was locked. Bill did the same entrance movement again, and once more all to the very bottom. Now Ivar roared. Bill searched for the boy's hanging dick; it was rock-hard and wet. The young guy was still in the game.
Bill went on fucking. He did what he could to make it hard, but he was sweating and breathing like an athlete and needed to slow down. Ivar didn't let him.
"Go on sir, please sir. I'mÉI'mÉ!" Ivar's body trembled when the orgasm hit him. Shot after shot found the way down to the soil floor. His arse muscles squeezed Bill's man-cock, but Bill managed to pull out before he spunked off. He moved in front of Ivar. With one hand he lifted his head with a solid grip off Ivar's wet hair. With the other hand he gave his cock some hard wanks.
"Open your mouth, boy! All the way!" Then he spat his man-cream into the waiting mouth and over the face. Ivar played with the jizz, making snowballs, and grinning, before he, in a satisfied manner, swallowed and licked his lips. He had been fed his favourite liquor.
Bill hurried to unlock the cuffs before he lifted the tall boy in his strong arms and carried him through a backdoor to a sort of washroom. An open fire had heated the room and produced hot water too.
"What sort of place is this?" Ivar asked when Bill placed him in a wash-tub.
"It's a forest cottage. I have been here twice with scouts from Edinburgh," Bill said. "More freedom here than home, you know." He soaped Ivar from head to feet. He soaped-played with the dick and balls until the lad was hard again.
"I love to see you with a growing erection. So damn cute!" he said, and then pulled Ivar's foreskin fully back and soaped the very sensitive cockhead.
Ivar, still standing in the wash-tub, had a naked Bill kneeling in front of him.
Minutes later he paid the Scot for the service with a mouthful of warm boy-milk.
Bill put an arm around Ivar's shoulders as if to protect him from the cold winds on the Esplanade at the entrance to Edinburgh Castle.
"Here's the place for the yearly military tattoo," Bill acted like a tourist guide. "And the view down to Princes Street Gardens is very good on a clear day like today." Ivar was taking pictures like any other tourist.
"I've told my wife that I would bring a guest for midnight supper," Bill went on. "My son and daughter-in-law will meet us for the Hogmanay celebrations in town. We plan to go there for the torch parade, the Scottish Ceilidh dancing and to watch the fireworks!"
"Now let's walk down to the railway station and find a room for you in a convenient hotel. I have a place that I use when I need a room in the city." Bill was very close to Ivar. In a way Ivar was surprised about Bill's public behaviour. It was quite different from what he had read about Scottish shyness.
"Your Spartacus Guide is correct about Scotland and sex between men being still looked upon as a criminal act." Bill answered when Ivar asked. "But there is of course a lot of contact between men in this country. Look at our pub culture and our clubs. Male contacts are not illegal, but you have to be careful. We have a very puritan church!"
"I could do with a beer or two after today's hard programme!" Ivar grinned and responded positively when Bill touched his arm and showed him to the stairs that lead up to a homely hotel lobby.
"You want your usual room, sir - 312 isn't it?" The elderly gentleman found the key.
"That will be fine, John. Three nights! The young Norwegian will stay here most of the time. You have a passport for John, Ivar?" Bill sounded very familiar.
"Okay room, very central, and veryÉprivate!" Bill coughed. "I have a favourite pub on the other side of Princes Street, not so far from the monument you see over there."
"Sir Walter Scott's monument!" Ivar commented. He had used his guide as always. "One of the biggest monuments to an author in the world. 288 steps to the viewpoint at the top."
"You don't need me as your guide, Bonnie Lad. You know Edinburgh well, I see." Bill touched Ivar's butt very gently. "Now let's get some beers."
The pub was like any gay place in any other open country; men drinking and chatting and watching each other, except that it had no tv screens with dirty movies, or any specific male pictures but for some national footballers.
"Cool place!" Ivar received a pint from a very caring Bill. "No darkrooms here, I guess?" He grinned. "But party-time okay!" A group of youngsters hurried in from the cold street. The Hogmanay celebrations had started.
Ivar never returned to the hotel that night. The party in Bill's home had been great, and Ivar had been in the centre of the celebrations, telling everyone about Norway and telling them about the tour he was doing. At four o'clock in the morning on the first day of the New Year, Bill had helped Ivar upstairs and undressed him. Ivar had been welcomed with a lot of whisky and he was quite aroused. Even with his wife and family in the house, Bill played with Ivar's stiff cock before he put him to bed in the guest-room. Shortly afterwards, the son of the house, quite aroused too, had joined Ivar in the huge bed, and so had a cousin who also stayed overnight after the real wet party.
"Sorry for not giving you any message, sir!" Ivar entered the hotel after Bill's son had dropped him off in his car outside. "But I stayed overnight at a friend's house."
"No problem!" The old host smiled. "Mr Adams has paid for your room, so you just make yourself comfortable, young man. I have a note for you by the way." He gave Ivar an envelope.
Back in the small but cosy room Ivar opened the envelope. "You are welcome to join us in room 401 from 9pm. Doug."
"Doug?" Ivar thought. "Do I know a Doug? And who knows that I'm staying here?" Ivar knew no one in Edinburgh.
Ivar undressed and dived face down into the nice bed. He was really in need of a nap. He looked at his watch. Four o'clock. He could rest for a couple of hours, have a light supper, and still be ready for room 401. He was really curious.
"Doug? Maybe one of the students they met at the pub in Rose Street yesterday. There was a brother too, wasn't there? And Ivar had told them where he stayedÉ" He yawned. "Boyd, I think? Damn cute, both of them, carrot-haired guys..." He fell asleep.
Room 401. Ivar was outside the door. Strange, there was only one room on this floor. He knocked. He could hear voices that stopped at his knocking. Like in his own door, there was a peephole. He could see that someone had looked at him, but opened immediately.
"Welcome, Norwegian. We would have waited for you, but the guys were too thirsty, so we have started the party!" The young man hugged Ivar and showed him inside. Then he locked the door.
The sparsely-lit room smelled of candles, beer and sweaty young men. Ivar liked the welcome in the strange room. He couldn't see any bed, but in the middle of the room there was a mattress on the floor. He let his eyes wander around at the group inside; six guys plus Doug. He guessed that they were a bit older than him, sitting or lying on pillows around. Most of them were shirtless, all barefoot, all drinking beer. One lad was completely naked. He tried to cover his lower parts with a bottle.
"Take a seat, Ivar! Find a beer for the Viking, Bro!" The lad Ivar seemed to remember as Doug talked to another guy Ivar remembered from yesterday. A young redhead, just dressed in baggy military boxers, rolled backwards like an athlete and found a bottle of beer from an open box.
"Thank you, guys. Skaal!" Ivar lifted the bottle he was handed. He sat down between Doug and the naked fellow.
"We are playing strip poker as you have probably guessed. Do you play that in Norway too?" Doug asked.
"We do!" Ivar said. "But I always lose. Too stupid. My mates used to tease me when I lost my last item. They say I lose on purpose."
"Just like you, Mason. You have a brother then!" Doug pointed at the naked lad sitting next to Ivar. "Mason is about to finish high school. He lives just down the street so he's the local guy in this group."
"Hey, man! Get stripped!" Mason gave Ivar his hand.
"Okay. Look around, stranger." Doug was about to present his mates. "Evan and Owen are boring like a married couple." The two kissed lightly. "Oliver and Lewis live in Glasgow, students there. Very religious! That's why they are still dressed." The two grinned and gave Ivar a thumbs up.
"Me and my brother Boyd study horses at the vet institute in Glasgow." Doug nodded towards the guy who had handed Ivar the beer.
"That's why they both have horse-cocks!" one of the guys shouted. "Show him, Boyd."
The guy with the baggy boxers jumped into the ring, pulled his boxers down and helicoptered a nice piece of veiny man-cock.
"Okay, guys! You deal the cards, Mason. Last loser's job, you remember." Doug handed the cards to the naked guy who had to put away the bottle before he got up on his knees and did the job with the cards. Some whistling and some cheering when Mason presented a real hard-on, a more-than-average sized boy-cock with nice hanging balls. The situation was electric in the circle. Ivar knew he would be naked too in this group.
After half an hour of play many of the guys were down to one last piece of clothing. Ivar was next to full nudity too, but a pair of socks had helped him. He still had the small bikini underwear left.
Doug looked around. "Time for some more booze, guys?" He was cheered, and Boyd handed more beers to everyone. He also placed an empty bottle in the middle of the mattress.
Ivar understood; a bottle game. "Could have been a night at any teenage party at home," he thought.
"We're ready to play Spin The Bottle here. When you made this Wheel of Fortune, you were close to being expelled from school, Boyd. Only twelve, I think, eh?" Doug said. "You know the rules all of you, and I'm sure Ivar will understand. Give the bottle a spin, Ivar!"
Ivar made the bottle spin. The bottle pointed at Evan, one of the couple guys. He crawled into the middle of the mattress.
"Chose your fortune now!" Ivar let the wheel spin. White task Ð "French kiss!"
Ivar placed himself in front of the blushing youngster and gave him his lips and tongue in a hot and sensitive kiss. He put his arms around the shirtless smooth body and pampered him. He was met by a very searching tongue and their bodies were so close that Ivar's erect bulge touched the other boy's crotch.
"Next!" Doug was the self-chosen game master. Ivar looked at the wheel. Now he understood. Many white sectors, some green sectors, and one red.
Evan was the next to point out a partner and action. Boyd got his tits sucked and later Oliver had his ears sucked, accompanied by heavy laughter from the group.
At last the arrow landed in a green sector. "Lick and suck!" No more specification. Mason stripped the boxers off Lewis and found his half-hard cock. The high school guy knew his sucking business, and Lewis did not hide how much he loved the treatment. He dripped pre-cum when Mason played with his hairy balls, but the lad took care of every drop with an intensive tongue. Ivar was dripping pre-cum and his bikini had a wet front.
Another beer had been handed out when Ivar had his next round. This time Doug had been pointed out. "69" was the wheel's message. The two did not wait. In the last half hour most of the clothes had been stripped off, and Ivar had watched both wanking and heavy contact in the circle.
"Some anarchy around here now, Doug." Ivar grinned and started a sort of wrestling on the mattress. The underwear was soon off. Shortly afterwards Doug was the bottom and Ivar was the top, both sucking and licking with great lust. Ivar's 19 cm (7.5 inch) boy-cock was very different from the dark cock presented by Doug, a thicker and longer cock surrounded by a carrot-coloured bush.
"Bite his horse-cock!" one guy shouted.
"Throat-fuck the Viking!" was another comment.
"Break!" Boyd took command. "Save your spunk, guys We all want some Viking milk, you know." He spanked one of Ivar's buttocks.
Ivar was the one to use the bottle now. The bottle top pointed between Oliver and Lewis, the students from Glasgow.
"Once more," one guy shouted.
"No, please. No need for that. I want you both, guys. Come on!" Ivar, fully naked and with a dripping cock, placed himself in the middle of the mattress and turned the fortune wheel. The arrow pointed at the only red sector. Nothing was written there.
"Pull off the tape, Viking!" Mason was about to enter the floor too.
Ivar read the message. "Fuck! Cum and go!" He looked at the couple; easy to see which one was the fucker.
"Some lube available?" Ivar looked at Doug who handed him a bottle. Minutes later a very hot threesome were putting on a show on the `stage'. Ivar spread his legs and gave Lewis access to his arse. Doggy-style, he opened up for the mushroom cock but he yelled when the Glasgow guy burst through his sphincter and fucked him hard. The open mouth gave room for Oliver's tiny piece of teen-like cock. Pre-cum was dripping from Ivar when Mason dived onto the mattress and slid under to suck Ivar's dripping cock.
Oliver did not last long. The excited youngster cried out his orgasm and spunked off inside Ivar's mouth. Even before Ivar had finished swallowing, Boyd had taken his place. The second brother with what was called a horse-cock was a tougher guy than Oliver. Ivar gagged when Boyd tried to throat-fuck him. After raising his body a bit, he managed to take it, and Ivar was now deep-fucked in both ends.
Lewis was soon reaching his limits. Ivar could feel his cockhead grow inside and when he used his arse muscles to squeeze him. The second half of the couple from Glasgow exploded inside his body. Doug had waited for this to happen. He had been wanking for a while and he had greased up his huge horse-cock. Now his cockhead met the dripping jizz. Even greased up and filled with cum, Ivar felt that Doug's cock was hard to take. He lifted his butt and tried to push back. With a double roar Doug was inside.
The brothers were hot fuckers, but they were no stayers. Talking dirty words to each other the two spunked off at the same time. Doug withdrew and sent his man-milk all over Ivar's back and arse while Boyd wanked his cock to climax in front of him and drenched Ivar's hair and face before he managed to open his mouth and take the last eruptions.
Ivar was not ready. The fuck till now had been very one-way. The only one to really please Ivar was young Mason who had played with his balls and cock during the heavy fuck. Now Ivar turned around and lay down on his back. He more or less lifted Mason on top of his body. First he let Mason lick the spunk from his face, then he rimmed the boy with a hard tongue until the kid squirmed with lust.
"Ride me, Mason. Please take us to heaven. Grease me, please!" Ivar found the lube and let the teenager prepare his cock and his own boy-cunt.
Mason was a tight guy, but he took Ivar's cock quite easily. The teen had been fucked before, and Ivar was happy that Mason was the active part in the beginning. When Ivar was about to cum, he placed his heels on the mattress and lifted his hips. Mason took the signal well and let Ivar fuck him from underneath.
"I'm É I'm... damn. Fuck! Fuck!" Mason's little body was arched backwards when he spunked hands-free. White boy-milk sprayed over Ivar's body. At the same time Ivar began to cum like a geyser inside the lad. He yelled with every shot, probably some theatrical sounds, but this was a sort of performance too. What he didn't see with his eyes partly closed by Mason's cum was that five students wanked their hard cocks above his sweaty and drenched body. One after the other finished. One after the other, they sent their seed over the Viking beneath them.
Ten minutes later Ivar looked around. He had been cleaned by hands, mouths and tongues and felt very tired.
"You need another beer or two?" Boyd opened a bottle and handed it to the Norwegian.
"I've had sex with seven men in a country where sexual connections between men is illegal," Ivar thought. "I wonder what will happen here when men get their sexual freedom!"
To be continued