Finland, My Finland Ch 1
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Finland, My Finland
by Jon Hold
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Jonhold@earthlink.net
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Jon
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Chapter 1
It was a dark and stormy night. I got off of the train and ran to the scant cover offered by the overhanging roof of the small station. A minute later the train pulled out and left me standing in the murky glare of two bare bulbs with tin shades. Well, I was the one who wanted to have an adventure, and there I was. Freezing cold rain. No heavy jacket. Alone in a stranger place than I'd ever imagined. Now stranded in a place were, if the almost total darkness surrounding me was any indication, didn't even have a town. Yep, this was definitely an adventure.
As a college graduation present my grandparents told me to take a trip around the world. Go anywhere I wanted and see whatever I wanted to see. I'd entered college at 15 and had done quite well, graduating Magna Cum Laude and being selected as the class valedictorian. My grandparents were vastly proud of me and when I explained that I was tired and didn't want to start school again right away my grandfather smiled and gave me a big hug. He told me he understood and that he thought I'd worked long and hard enough and deserved a little vacation.
Grandpa was my fathers dad. He and Gram were all the family I had. They were very supportive of whatever I wanted, but never pushed --- except about taking out the trash and like that.
They took me to dinner at my favorite restaurant. Nick Popidoplis came out of the kitchen with his arms upraised with loud greetings to "Our New College Graduate!!! Nick told everyone in the place who I was and how early I'd entered college and everything else about my life that you could mention in a family restaurant. Nick took considerable credit for having properly nourished me (I had lunch there almost every day since the restaurant was within walking distance of school) so that I could concentrate on my studies. I was considerably embarrassed, partly because this was the first time my grandparents had been to this restaurant with me and partly because Nick, as always, insisted on treating everyone in his restaurant as part of an extended family --- HIS family.
Nick seated us in the seats of honor, right in the middle of the restaurant, next to the small dance floor. "Tonight, we celebrate!" Nick cried out, including everyone present and several people who just happened to be walking by as a new customer opened the door. Nick had laid on a Greek dancing band and presented one and all with two roast lambs and the hugest assortment of shish-kebobs you've ever seen. We all ate and drank and danced until we were exhausted, and then Nick broke out his private stash of Greek Ouzo and we all started again. Towards the end of the evening I was headed for the bathroom when Nick pulled me aside into the storage room. Pulling me into his arms, he wrapped his hands around my tight butt and drove his soul searching tongue down my throat and I just hung onto him as hard as I could.
My grandparents are totally neat people, and I love them to death. They were totally lenient in their raising of me though, and somehow Nick had become a stand-in father to me and provided the discipline I sometimes needed in my life. He chastised or spanked me when he thought I needed it and had no compunctions about turning my butt bright red. I could always talk to Nick about stuff, even stuff I had trouble talking to my grandpa about. When I told Nick about my need for love from another man, he took it in stride and taught be all about love between men. Once Nick realized how serious I was, he even taught me how to do the sex itself. All through college Nick was all the man I needed and his continuing series of sex-ed classes proved to be my most popular course. He kept telling me that someday I would find someone more my age to be in love with, but in the meantime I was quite happy with whatever time Nick could share with me.
Nick asked me if I could get away week after next and I said that I didn't see why not and he suggested that I might want to accompany him on a road trip up the coast. I happily agreed and pinched the fat buldge in Nick's pants as he turned me and swatted my butt, telling me to go to the bathroom and then to finish enjoying the party.
When we got home my grandma headed for bed but grandpa came and sat in the bathroom and talked with me while I got ready for bed. We had done this ever since I was a little bitty kid and he was afraid that I might slip and fall in the shower. I brushed my teeth and used the pot while we talked about the graduation and Nick and his restaurant and how come I hadn't taken them to such a wonderful place sooner.
"Nick is very special to you, isn't he!" Grandpa said.
I froze under the showerspray and tried to make out the expression on grandpa's face through the pebbled glass shower wall. I couldn't lie to him. No way. "Yes, Sir. He's very important to me."
"I thought so, Son. I'm glad you could find someone as nice as Nick to admire. I approve of your choice."
And that's all my grandpa ever said about my relationship with Nick even though he did become a regular patron of the restaurant and he and Nick became fast friends.
When I opened the shower door to grab a towel, grandpa said, "Your grandmother and I have talked it over and we've decided that you need to see something of the world outside of the classroom. Our graduation present to you is that for the next year, we will pay all your expenses while you travel around the world. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want to do. "
I stood there in shock for a second, half in and half out of the shower, towel hanging from one hand. Then I dropped the towel and jumped up on my grandfather, wrapping my arms and legs around him and hugging him as hard as I could. I knew that he was very wealthy, but we lived simply and never made much mention of money and I never expected a gift like this one. Granddad tried to unwrap his soaking wet grandson, but he was laughing the whole time because of how happy he'd made me. I was the gymnast in the family and my father and granddad were built more like football linemen, big ones, but I was strong and grandpa wasn't really trying to get me off of him all that hard anyway!
[ Dear readers, I realize that I've just set up a much longer story than the one I intended to write this evening. Perhaps, one day, I will write the whole story implied in this extended opening. Until then, lets return to Finland.]
So here I stood on a cold, windy, desolate train station. Oh, well! Best make the best of it, as Grams says. Looking around I spotted a door with the unisex restroom sign they use over there and figured that the first order of business was to drain my overfull bladder. I could always hang out and wait for the next train to take me to a more hospitable place.
I walked into the bathroom and a young guy was standing in front of one of the urinals. I unzipped my pants and took the urinal next to him (it was either that or use one of the commodes as there were only two urinals and I figured that, if nothing else, maybe this guy could tell me where to find a hotel. I checked him out, as guys are wont to do. He had some very serious meat hanging out of his slacks. I looked up and grinned at him. He smiled back at me and took a very casual, and deliberate, look at what I was holding in my hand. Looking back up at me he said something to me that I don't have the letters on my keyboard to reproduce. [A small editorial comment, if you don't mind, Gentle Reader: Actually I do have all the letters necessary in my Macintosh keyboard. What I don't have is any way for you PC users to see what I type. Whenever you all get Windoze (which is, of course, JUST as good as Macintosh) to the point where it can properly handle the extended keyboard, perhaps we writers will have a bit more flexibility. Until then, please remember that the standard has already been set and Micro-whoever really doesn't need to confuse the issue by coming up with some off-the-wall new standard. I'm glad I got that out of my system so that the story can go on without being interrupted by a bunch of internecine squabbling, ranting, and raving. Not tht I would ever....]
"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't understand what you said."
A big grin on his face, the young man turned to face me, hand out and thick, meaty tubesteak flopping in the breeze, "American, Yes!?" he said.
A bit flustered and not sure what to do, I let go of my dick and reached over to shake his hand. My dick turned with me (amazing how that works) and sprayed the wall, floor and almost got my new acquaintance. I hurriedly turned back to the pisser where my stream suddenly seemed to be making an awful lot of noise and wiped my hand off on my pants, ashamed to have offered to shake with the hand that had been holding my dick. I tried to stammer out an apology but the stud facing me just laughed and said, "That's okay," as he patted my Levis encased buttocks. Reaching in front of me, the hunk took a grip on my pisstube and said, "Better safe than sorry. Heh?" I blushed bright red, but my assailant just grinned and moved up against me so he could hook his chin over my shoulder and watch my dick as I pissed. It was a good thing I had to piss so bad or I'd have raped him right there. I could feel the heat of his fat tubesteak being pressed into my butt, the tenderness of his hand rubbing the other cheek of my ass and the warmth of his fingers as he held on between my legs.
When I ran out of piss my intimate acquaintance milked down my dick and shook off the last drops just as if it were his dick he was holding. He shifted his hips until his organ pressed against my sweaty palm. My hand automatically closed around hot, spongy flesh and I blushed as I realized that this guys dick was bigger soft than mine ever got when it was hard. I flushed even brighter red, but the studs only reaction was to push his loins even harder into my hand as he stroked my dick again.
Trying to be cool, I stammered out, "Uh.... Uhhhh... Is there a hotel where I can get a room for the night?"
He just laughed, "No. No rooms. This is a mining town and it's closed for the winter. The only people here are me and some friends of mine. We watch everything over the winter for the co-operative that owns the mine. You are welcome to stay with us."
"No. I don't want to be any trouble. I'll just wait for the next train."
"The next train won't come until late tomorrow, you'll freeze by then. Besides, we were playing a game and my consequence was that I have to bring in someone new. So, you can help me win the game, or I'll have to arrest you and take you prisoner."
"And if you arrest me...?" I asked as I firmly squeezed his hand-filling tubesteak.
Grinning, he groped my ass and said, "Well, in that case I guess we'd have to search you for weapons and keep you under close control until we could contact the proper authorities."
I looked my assailant over and was very pleased with what I saw. Several inches taller than me, he was not only blond, but very well built and the evidence in my hand said that he was well equipped to do whatever might be necessary. "Well, Sir," I answered. "I guess you'd better arrest me then because I don't have anywhere to go."
Grinning, he pulled my head around and gave me a warm, welcoming kiss on the lips as he squeezed his current handfull of my cock and balls. I moaned and he said, "Okay then, you're under arrest for vagrancy and trespass. My name is 'Sven' but you call me 'Sir'. I like the way you sound when you say 'Sir'!"
"Yes, Sir, Mr. Sven, Sir. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, Sir. Sir, I'm sorry to be such a bother, Sir." I'm not sure what I was thinking, or even if I was thinking. I was really well built from all the gymnastics and swimming that I did in school, but I was only 5' 7" and Sven was at least 6' and really well built! I wasn't into the Master/Slave thing, or, at least, I never had been up until now, but somehow, having this powerful, good-looking guy offer to take care of me seemed really nice, almost as nice, in fact, as the feel of his bloated man-root in my hand.
"Okay!" he said, taking hold of my arm. "You come with me now!" I started to put my dick away, but he said, "No. You don't touch that thing until I tell you that you can."
"Yes, Sir! I'm sorry, Sir!" I said, hanging my head in shame.
Sven took his clue and swatted my butt with his open hand. Then he reached into his back pocket and fiddled arounld a bit before coming out with a pair of old brass handcuffs, the kind with the tubular locks. He pulled my hands behind my back and locked the cuffs around my wrists, testing to make sure the cuffs were securely locked. "Now you learn a lesson. Don't do anything until you have permission. You understand, prisoner?"
"Yes, Sir." I answered meekly. "Sir? I'm very sorry, Sir. I didn't know any better, Sir. Sir? You're not going to punish me any more for that, are you, Sir?"
"We'll have to see what the others say, Boy. Come along now."
With a firm grip on my upper arm, Sven picked up my travel pack with his other hand and guided me out through the door. My balance wasn't very good on the frozen snow and ice covering the ground, and it was really cold, cold enough that my dick shrunk up so much that it popped back inside my pants all by itself. Sven saw that happen and swatted my butt. Hard!
"Sir! I'm sorry, Sir" was all I could say.
Luckily, it wasn't very far to our destination and it was just a couple of minutes before Sven was guiding me through the door a a big, two-story house. Inside was a big dim room with pegs in the wall and a bunch of outdoor wear all over the place. Sven unlocked me long enough for me to kick off my overshoes and hang up my jacket and down vest. Then he locked my hands behind me again and reached into my pants and tried to pull out my cock and balls. My balls, shrunk up as they were, still hooked over the zipper and stayed in place, but my dick was so shrunken up that it kept disappearing inside. Sven got down on one knee and put my cock into his mouth until it was interested enough in life again to stay outside by itself. I was starting to think that Sven might be just a teeny-tiny little bit gay.
Sven got back up and patted my butt. "There, that's better! Now, let's go in and meet the others..."
Taking my arm Sven led me through another door into the warm kitchen of what was obviously a very large house. Out through another doorway, down a short hall and we entered a big room with a lot of furniture and a big fire in a huge stone fireplace. The huge stone's were nicely shaped and warmly colored so that in the dim light they looked like nothing quite so much as a couple of huge cocks, one on either side of the flames. Was this use of queen posts a Finnish custom? And is that where the phrase "Flaming Queens" came from?" An interesting thought which probably ought to be followed up on, but just then this rather large shadow lifted up out of one of the puffy overstuffed chairs and a really deep voice asked a question in a totally incomprehensible language.
"Speak English, Hans. Our guest is American and doesn't understand Finnish."
"What are you doing back? I thought we'd gotten rid of you for the night."
"I never fail!" Sven said proudly, quite boastfully in fact. "Not only did I find someone to bring home, but he has agreed to be my prisoner."
That brought a series of sharp exclamations and apparent questions in the strange (to me) language.
"Quiet!" demanded the deep, gravely voice of Hans as he walked over to me out of the deep shadows of the fire-lit room. His shadow just kept getting bigger and bigger until I realized that the shadowy shape was actually the oversize form of Hans himself. To say the very least, he was impressively big, both vertically and horizontally, rock-hard physique in a form-fitting sleeveless t-shirt and moulded-to-his-body short leather pants. Hairy knuckles accented his bare feet and gave me an intense interest in being on my knees so I could kiss and lick his feet. I shook my head to clear it, wondering where the urge to kiss a man's feet came from. A chuckle from beside me announced Svens amusement.
"Yes! He's a big one, isn't he!"
I just nodded my head without taking my eyes off the huge bulge in Hans' leather shorts, watching closely as a soft mass moved under the leather constraint as Hans moved to walk around me in an inspection tour that included testing my handcuffs to make sure they were locked properly.
"Well? What are we going to do with you?" Hans asked no one in particular. "Did you actually come willingly with Sven the jokester, or did he trick you as Loki would trick someone into doing something they really didn't want to do?"
Embarrassed, I ducked my head and mumbled an answer.
Reaching around me, Hans whacked my ass hard enough to knock me up against his hot body. "Talk loud enough so everyone can hear you, Boy!" the big body rumbled from far above me.
Blushing bright red, I looked up into the masculine face above me and stuttered out, "Yes, Sir. Uh... That is, No, Sir. Mr. Sven didn't trick me, Sir." Realizing what I had just said about myself, I blushed bright red, tears forming in my eyes as I dropped my head down and tried to avoid touching the big hulk in front of me. Knowingly, his arm went around me and he rubbed my back as I cried against the hardness of his t-shirt covered warmth.
Letting me calm down a little, Hans put his hands on my shoulders and moved me back so he could look at me. Wiping the last tears out of my eyes with his big forefingers, he rumbled out, "Don't worry, Boy. No-one here is going to hurt you, but we understand about discipline and how boys like you need to be displined. So, you do what you're told to do and we won't have to spank you. OK?"
"Yes, Sir." I quietly agreed.
"Sven," Hans ordered. "I guess it's okay. Take him into the kitchen and get him ready and we'll see what happens."
"Yes, Hans." Sven answered. He turned and smiled to me and led me back down the hallway with a grip on my upper arm. He got me over by the big stove where I'd be really warm and undid my handcuffs and removed them. He told me to strip down and watched me as he explained that I was going to have to work to "pay off my debt." He explained about keeping a kettle full of hot water on the stove at all times and how to make tea and cocoa the way the men liked it. By then I was naked and Sven got up and ran his appreciative hands all over me. "Yes... Yes..." he said. "You'll do very well if only you want too." Refusing to explain himself any further, Sven handcuffed my hands again, only in front of me this time. Then he took another pair of cuffs off of the kitchen counter where they were laying and cuffed my ankles together. "You'll be okay," he said, "as long as you don't try to run with these on."
I nodded my head in understanding and Sven moved back over to the counter and showed me a tea set-up with three big thick white mugs. He picked up a battered old tin cup up off of the counter and added it to the other three on the tray and then, thoughtfully, reached up into one of the cupboards and took out a new white mug and added it to the others, putting the tin cup back on the counter.
"Make tea in the white pot like I showed you and then bring it out and serve it to us in the lounge. When we've been served, you can come back to the kitchen and make yourself some tea or cocoa, whichever you like. Pointing to the tin cup to make it clear which cup I was to use.
'Life could be worse,' I thought, turning to start making tea as Sven walked out of the room. I looked at the tin cup and wondered how many guys had used it before me. Sven, I was pretty sure, was the last one to use it before me.