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Part 45 - Is love possible?

Mr. Thorson had often invited men from his vast network to the dinner parties on the island. At last, he decided to ask Markus to come. Mr. Thorson was impressed by how this office worker had become a popular top in the production of XXX-rated movies.

He was, of course, a masculine jock, but had evolved from an insecure denier of his homosexuality to a confident and powerful top who fucked bottom twinks with all the assertiveness and strength a producer could want. Markus was a good and loyal worker in the business empire and it was time to reward him with an invitation to dinner.

Markus traveled with Mr. Thorson on his boat through the beautiful archipelago of many small islands. When they arrived at Mr. Thorson's secluded island and started to walk up to the main building, Markus saw a naked twink bound by his collar to a post on the porch. He immediately thought he recognized the boy as Jesper, but the boy's demeanor made him unsure so he asked Mr. Thorson.

"Is that Jesper?"

"No, there is no one here called that anymore. It's a slave, a pussy boy, nothing else," Mr. Thorson said and looked at Markus to make sure he understood he shouldn't use that name in front of the slave.

"Okay..." Markus said with uncertainty in his voice.

"It has taken some time, but now we have a slave without any independent thoughts whatsoever. It's a cute twink lacking every sign of willpower, you know." Mr. Thorson said with pride.

"But why...?" Markus had to ask.

"It's a great game to subdue a free and lively young man and make him your obedient pet. To break his will slowly but steadily is much more fun and satisfying than beating him into submission."

Markus felt sorry for the twink and thought this was too much. Sex games with submission and dominance can be fun, but to make it permanent didn't feel right.

As they walked up the steps to the porch, Mr. Thorson said, "You can give him some candy or fruit from the bowl there, but our inspection of him will be done later."

Markus took a piece of apple and stepped close to the slave sitting on the floor with his back to the wall of the house. He put his hand forward, and the slave moved his head to meet it and took the fruit with his mouth.

Markus was shocked. His feelings were in turmoil but he kept them inside. He didn't exactly know why, but it wasn't just the way Jesper was treated. It hit him harder in his heart then anything he had experienced before. Markus wasn't an overly sensitive guy, but this scene touched something deep inside him. He wanted to free Jesper and run away with him. He wanted to take care of this defenseless boy. Protect him. Help him. These were thoughts he had never before experienced about anybody.

He knew he shouldn't expose his feelings, and certainly not question what they had done to Jesper. He kept his cool, turned to Mr. Thorson and said with a smile, "As cute as he's ever been!"

Once Markus was settled in his guestroom he thought about what had happened on the porch. Why did he react so strongly when he saw Jesper transformed into an obedient slave, a human dog? Markus had seen submissive slaves before but had not reacted this way. He had on the contrary found it sexy to see those young and slender twinks bound and fucked. But not this time. Not this guy. Not Jesper.

When the men gathered in the dining room the slave was led past them and placed on a footstool. He was then tied down on it, and it was obvious it wasn't the first time. A broad leather belt pressed his upturned legs down beside his torso. The naked body was compressed in its folded position on the footstool.

As the guests had their drinks they inspected the exposed body. They let their fingers travel over the smooth skin. Fingers were put into the slave's mouth and into his pussy.

During dinner Markus fervently looked toward the footstool and the boy bound to it. When everyone was finished eating, another guest told Mr. Thorson it wasn't the best position for a fuck toy, and offered to help.

"If you let me use some rope I can arrange that sweet body in the most fuckable position you could think of."

"Okay, sounds interesting. I want to see that," Mr. Thorson said and told one of the staff in the kitchen to get the man the equipment he needed.

In the library there were rings in the ceiling, and the outspoken guest started to put several ropes in place. In all he had six rather thick ropes hanging from above when he asked everybody to come and bring the slave with them.

Markus quickly went to the slave and unfastened the leather belt that held his body in a folded position on the footstool. He looked at the twink and when their eyes met it was as if an electric shock was sent through Markus. The twink was there. His soul wasn't dead. He was happy to see Markus. They wanted to speak but both knew it wasn't the time or place.

Markus grabbed an arm and pulled the twink up and gave him a quick hug before he turned him around and pushed him forward to the other room.

"Pull your left leg up," said the guest who was delighted to show his knowledge of the ropes. He secured one of the dangling ropes around the boy's ankle and then tied it back to his thigh. Then another around the leg close to the knee.

"Hold him up," he told the men looking on. "I need to do the same with the other leg."

The men weren't hard to convince. They grabbed the body and several men held it in the air as more rope was tied around his legs. Finally the other two ropes were fastened around his wrists and pulled up. The twink was now in a sitting position, but held in the air at about the guests' waist level.

"Nice!"

"Yeah!"

"Right! That makes the body exposed in the right way!"

The men were delighted to see the body unprotected, both in front and back. Every part of the young man was on display and at just the right height to be caressed, pinched, slapped and fucked.

"I like that position for the ass!" It was right in front of the men standing behind him, and no legs or anything else were in the way. Palms traveled over the gloriously round ass cheeks, and in between them. Fingers found it easy to move inside the well stretched ass pussy.

"Drinks in the other room. Let the creator of this artful arrangement have a first go at his composition."

Mr. Thorson led the group of men out of the room. The man with the rope expertise inspected every part of the body with his greedy fingers. Then he opened his pants and pointed his hard dick toward the opening between the exposed ass cheeks. With ease he speared it inside until his pelvis was against the slave.

"Aaahh. This is how a pussy should be presented -- easy to penetrate and easy to fuck. Do you want me to fuck you silly, huh?"

As the man thrust himself in and out of the love chute, his hands continued to move over the twink's body as it was swinging back and forth with every thrust. Then he moved forward so the twink's body weight pressed back toward him as he started to fuck in long and powerful strokes. He emptied his pent-up load with a groan. When he withdrew he slapped the ass cheek, pulled up his pants and walked back to the men in the other room.

Soon another man came and started to take advantage of the bound and defenseless boy. He fucked hard and fast, and released his load surprisingly quickly. "You're so damn cute and this position makes me so hot, I couldn't hold back," he excused himself as he zipped up.

A third man positioned himself behind the twink and stood still, just putting his dick head against the sloppy hole. Then he grabbed the body by the waist and pulled it onto his cock. The man let the swinging body fuck his cock.

One by one the men had their go at the bound twink. Man after man stepped up, caressed the boy and fucked him. They all eventually tensed up and with guttural groans shuddered as their blasts of cum shot into the love channel. They all commended the way the fuck toy was bound hanging in the ropes. It gave them exceptionally good access to the ass.

As the junior guest, Markus was last. He walked around to the front of the slave and once again wanted to have direct contact.

"How are you, Jesper?" he whispered.

The slave winced. It had been an eternity since he had heard that name.

Markus stepped close and hugged the boy sitting on his haunches in the air, and put his lips to the twink's. They kissed tenderly and the boy started to cry.

"Do you want me to stop?" Markus asked.

"No, no. It's been so long since I've been kissed, I guess." The twink was surprised by his own reaction to the hug and kiss.

"We don't have time now, but I want to speak with you. Where do they keep you at night?"

"I think I will be in the attic when they're finished with me."

"Okay," Markus give the twink a quick kiss then walked around to the other side. As he opened his pants he said, "I love fucking you and I plan to do it whenever I can and wherever we are." They both smiled as Markus' cock penetrated him and started to fuck him.

"Can you tighten it up?" asked Markus. The twink did as he was told.

"Yeah! You're such a good fuck, you know!" Markus sped up and as he shot his juice into the boy, Mr. Thorson came up to them from behind. He wanted to see their interaction.

"It's as good as I remembered it," said Markus as he pulled out and saw the boss.

"This was the first ass you ever pounded, wasn't it?" Mr. Thorson asked as he tried to analyze the relationship between the young men.

"Yes, it feels like an eternity. I've fucked a lot of boys since then," Markus answered coldly to hide his feelings.

That night Markus sneaked from his guestroom up to the attic, finding the twink on a mattress in a corner. He sat down beside the boy and just looked at the sleeping teenager. When he put a hand on his cheek, the boy woke up and then smiled.

"Do you want my ass?" Jesper asked, turned around and pulled the blanket aside.

Markus pulled off his bathrobe and cuddled up behind the twink. As he penetrated the hole he moved a hand around to the front to pull them closer together. Markus didn't move when his cock was parked inside the ass. The slave started to fuck his body onto the cock.

After a while Markus turned Jesper to his belly and fucked him as the demanding top he was. When he emptied his white juice into the twink a second time that evening, he lowered his chest down to the boy's body.

"I want you to be mine," Markus whispered in the slave's ear. Jesper was happy and loved their closeness, but didn't think the jock meant it.

Markus was careful not to show any interest in the slave during the rest of the visit. He didn't want to arouse suspicion about his engagement with the twink. Once he was back in town, he thought about how he could meet Jesper again. The least suspicious way was to get him to the studio and fuck him while making a porn movie.

The next time Markus was in the harbor facility he had a plan. The senior producer was fond of him. This man had the power to ask for Jesper for a particular scene without suspicion. But the man was also old enough to be his father, and was in bad shape. Nonetheless Markus decided to do what was necessary. He went after the producer, talking to him frequently, sitting down to eat lunch with him and asking if he could ride with him back to town. The producer loved his companionship.

During such a trip, Markus thought it was time to see if he could get what he wanted. "Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Have you seen a sweet, blond twink on the set? I think he's called Anderson or something?"

"Oh, yeah. That's the boss's pet. But he hasn't been here for a while. Why?"

"I want to fuck him!" Markus said it jokingly but both of them knew he meant it.

"I dunno, you have to ask the boss."

"Can't you do it? Say he's perfect for a new movie..."

"You don't want them to know it's you who's asking?" He smiled when he understood Markus had disclosed the real business.

"I don't think they would appreciate a porn actor starting to interfere in the production," Markus said.

"Good point. I can, though. But if I do, what do I get?" He smiled but was deadly serious.

"You know what I've got..." Markus smiled back, but wasn't pleased to have to do this.

"Hmm, that sounds interesting. Do you want to follow me home right away?" The man wanted more than words.

"Why not? I have no plans for the evening." Markus thought it was no time to try to delay.

As soon as they shut the door to the producer's apartment, the man kissed Markus. He tasted tobacco in his saliva but kissed back and moved his hands over the rotund man.

"Suck me!" The producer knew what he wanted.

Markus hunched down and opened the man's pants. The guy smelled of sweat and old piss from his underpants. He leaned forward and took the flaccid cock in his mouth.

"Ah, yeah. Make me hard." Markus had been sure the man was a bottom, but right now he was giving commands as if he was going to fuck Markus. It would be a high price to pay, but he wasn't going to pull away.

When the man was hard he pulled Markus up and continued to kiss him. Then he started to undress. Markus did the same.

"Let's go to my bed." The man lay down on his back and Markus gripped the man's ankles to spread his legs.

"No, no, I want to fuck you. Sit down on my cock and fuck yourself."

Markus' heart sank. He didn't want to do this. But the only way he could get close to Jesper was to go through with it. He couldn't back out now. Markus stepped forward and put his feet on each side of the man and his big stomach. Then he lowered his body onto the cock.

"I'm not used to doing this," Markus said, feeling pain as the cock tried to get inside.

"I know. That's why I want it. I want to see you, a powerful top fucking himself on my cock." The man didn't seem angry but his words were harsh.

The muscular jock soon was moving himself up and down on the cock. The man locked Markus with his eyes and moved his hands over the jock's body.

Markus began to wonder if he had miscalculated this man. He had thought he was a wimp, but now he was in total command.

"Okay, you can climb off."

"Don't be so serious, Markus! I had to see your body at work. It's the sexiest body I've been with in a long time. But now I've gotten all the eye candy I need for the moment. Time for the main event -- fuck me! Hard!"

Markus was relieved. He moved into position by lifting the man's legs. Between rather fat and sloppy ass cheeks his cock found the hole and penetrated it.

"Oooh," the man moaned. Markus started to fuck and the man was in heaven. His eyes rolled back in his head and his body was totally relaxed. The man was enjoying this more than anyone else Markus had fucked. It was surprisingly hot. To be appreciated wasn't just something for bottom boys. Markus used all his skills to give the man everything he wanted.

Eventually he put a hand to the man's cock and wanked it. After only a second, it erupted in a big orgasm. The old man's juice poured out over his hand and crotch. Markus sped up to get his release.

"No. I want you to come on my face."

Markus withdrew and moved up to the man's head. He jerked his dick and pointed it to the face. The man put out his tongue to show how badly he wanted to take the load.

When Markus shot his ropes of cum the man gladly received it on his nose, his cheeks and in his mouth. Then he greedily sucked the cock clean.

It was a surprisingly good fuck for Markus. Sex wasn't only about good looks, it was also about eagerness, honesty and daring to give in to what you need without worry or hesitation. It was a new lesson for the jock.

"Did you think I've always been just a producer behind the cameras?" the man asked with a laugh. "Once upon a time I was a cute bottom boy in some movies, can you believe it?"

"No, I can't..." answered the young man laughing.

Over a cup of coffee, the man asked, "Why do you want to see this particular twink?"

"He was my first guy," Markus said, "and I think we have a special bond." Markus discovered it was easy to talk to this man. A friendship was growing between the old queen and the young jock.

"I see. I will request him, and you, for the next project. But you understand you have to do the acting performance properly? It's work, not only pleasure. Once that's done you can talk to each other."

"Of course. Thanks, man!"

"You'll have to fuck me again, but not tonight," the man said and smiled.

"I will. You're better than most of the guys on the set," Markus smiled back.

"Don't say that. I could fall in love with you!" The producer was pleased to get confirmation of his instinct about Markus. He wasn't only beautiful, he was a good guy.

Soon a new film was scheduled to be recorded. The two boys got together and Markus showed his caring and tender side to the slave between the scenes. Jesper was confused. Why? The first time it happened he got irritated and sat in silence.

The next day Jesper looked Markus in his eyes and got curious, but he didn't want to upset Mr. Thorson and remained cold to Markus' attentions.

By the third session he was scared. Markus was stirring some old passions, but did he want to go back to having his own thoughts and feelings?

But at the fourth day of recording the powerful, emotional courtship melted the twink's resistance. He put his arms around the jock on his own volition, without being ordered. This was his first act of free will in a long time.

The producer asked Mr. Thorson if he could use the slave for a night. Mr. Thorson didn't like such questions, but his interest in this particular slave was diminishing. And the producer did good work and was important to the business.

Markus could be with Jesper all night. The first thing he did when they were alone in a bedroom was to make a demand, "Lick my shoe." It was hot to command a cute twink to perform a humiliating and submissive act, but his feeling for the boy made him soft. He wanted to hug and kiss him. It was the producer who advised him to go slowly with Jesper. He was a slave, and as such couldn't be brought back to free thinking overnight. It would scare him and he would close his mind.

The producer had told him a slave was longing for the experience of being forcefully conquered and bred by a superior man. "Slaves are trained to encourage men's natural inclination to use their strength and aggression. It makes the slave feel good. He wants to be submissive. You have to remember that."

Markus pulled Jesper up by the leash and kissed him hard and demandingly, then told him to present himself on the bed. Jesper put his knees on the edge of the bed, than lowered his shoulders and head down to the bedclothes. His ass was on display.

Markus undressed in silence and then penetrated the twink without hesitation. It was a wonderful feeling to command and use this twink, but he also wanted to communicate with him. He wanted to tell him how much he cared for him.

As his cock took pleasure in moving in and out of the warm and soft orifice, he remembered the producer's words. "An alpha man breeds a slave not for love but for pleasure and to exert his domination over the slave's whole world, and the slave is made to submit to this. He needs and desires it. To get through to him, you have to take command over him with power and without any doubt."

Markus pulled out and roughly turned the twink over on the bed. "Lift your legs," he told him. He did. He bent them back far, as he had been trained. Markus stood on his knees and pushed himself back inside the unprotected hole. He fucked harder now.

"You can't stop dominating him. He has experience with violence and his body is used to it."

Markus' cock pierced, stabbed and deeply invaded the boy. He wanted to show he was a master who had the energy and willpower to take charge of a slave.

"You have to show force and determination to a degree that makes it possible for him to worship you. Everything in him is driven by submitting to powerful men, those who are capable of controlling every aspect of his life."

Markus pulled out and stepped off the bed. He pulled his leather belt out of his pants.

"Turn over. Ass up!" Once more the smooth, round globes were before his eyes. He folded the belt double and let it travel over the naked twink.

"Do you want me to beat you with the belt? Tell me the truth!"

"Yes, sir. Whip me."

"If you don't want it, you can tell me. Only if you say yes, will I hit you. And hit you hard."

"...Yes, please."

Markus lifted the belt and hit the exposed buttocks with great force. Whack!

"Aaah!"

"Start counting the strokes. When you don't want more, tell me." Markus lifted his arm and let the belt beat the skin again with the same force. Whack!

"Two."

A new blow landed on the unprotected skin. Whack!

After twelve strokes, Jesper began to cry but continued to count. Whack! At twenty Markus stopped. The ass was red and he knew the slave wouldn't ask him to stop.

He moved his palms over the red and warm skin. He pushed his dick back into the hole and fucked it till he reached climax and shot his seed deep inside.

The next day, when the twink was on the boat back to the island, Markus decided he would free Jesper and bring him back into society. He was in love.

He disclosed his idea to the producer, who thought it was madness. "You can't win against that kind of powerful people."

"But isn't it all about what Jesper wants? No one can keep someone else in bondage who doesn't want it."

"Right, but as soon as Mr. Thorson suspects anything he will move the slave and you will never see him again."

"That's why I have to kidnap him."

"What?"

"If I sneak in and take him, no one will know where he is. In time when Jesper is ready, we can meet Mr. Thorson and tell him to back off, or be prosecuted for rape and more. And we'll remind him that he doesn't want to read about it in the newspapers."

"Don't underestimate this man. If he doesn't believe you, he is capable of silencing you by other means."

"Yeah, I know. We will have to leave town and move far away. I won't have any more work with Thorson anyway."

"Are you really sure about this?"

"Yes. It's only now that I understand I fell in love with Jesper the moment I saw him in the office building. I didn't know what it was then because I had so many unworked feelings and identity issues to handle. But now I know."

"But the slave, sorry, Jesper? What does he want?"

"He has been so heavily brainwashed that right now he doesn't even know how to want anything, other than to be used. I must save him. If he wants to move on when he gets his senses back, then I must respect his wishes. If he stays with me I would be blessed. To do nothing isn't an option."

"I hear you, and I want to help, but only in ways that don't expose me. I need my work."

"Thanks. Don't worry, I won't jeopardize your position. I won't tell you how or when I will kidnap him. But later we could need some help. I hope I can count on you."

One day, the movie project was finished by noon. Markus saw his opportunity, knowing the boat to take Jesper back would come several hours later. He gagged and blindfolded Jesper because he didn't want to take the risk of him protesting. Then Markus led him out to a car and drove away.

Markus had rented an isolated house in the mountains in the far north of Scandinavia, Europe's largest wilderness. Jesper didn't understand what was happening, but was forced to keep silent.

Once they got to the cabin, Markus started to bring Jesper back, wanting Jesper to depend on him. Starting slowly, they began to build trust between themselves so they could rely on each other. As time went on they had their setbacks, but the isolated cabin prevented them from separating. They had no electricity, no wi-fi. They were far from paved roads, and once winter set in the deep snow made it difficult to move through the forest.

They had to chop wood to keep the cabin warm. One day in early spring, Markus moved up to Jesper from behind when he applied the axe. He put his arms around the twink, and when Jesper stopped working Markus pulled the twink's pants down and grabbed his ass cheeks in the chilly afternoon. He spread them and penetrated the boy's pussy, but then stayed still.

"What do you want?" Markus asked playfully.

"Fuck me, please."

Markus started to move in and out. "So, the spring is here. Do you want to be my bitch or move back to Mr. Thorson?"

Jesper turned his head to look back at Markus. Their gazes met, and each noticed a tear start to form in the other's eye. Then Jesper grinned and reached both hands back to grab Marcus' ass, yanking him forward into his deepest penetration.

"I want to be your bitch."

THE END

With this, my first story ever in English is ended. Thanks for all the comments. I have ideas for a new one, possibly with the title Scandinavian Mountains Adventure, but I don't yet know when I will get the time to write.