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This story is written by me and my Norwegian friend, Fred. It is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (19 when the story begins) and older men.
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Bill
COLIN -- STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 24 (Kasim in Marseille)
Colin was very comfortable beside Bill in the back seat of the black formal car. Signore Beroni had been very happy to organise the drive to the airport, quite far from their hotel in the centre of Milan. With a private chauffeur, they could relax and just look forward to a short flight to Marseille in the south of France.
"It's been a long time since we were last in Marseille, Dad. You hope to meet Kasim's young nephew again, don't you?" Colin rubbed his dad's upper leg.
"Aye, of course. Habib lives with his uncle now, I think. Not easy to be openly gay for a youngster in his North African hometown. But you know Kasim runs Reynard's estate too so Kasim has organised a boarding school for him." Bill had to admit that he was very fond of the young Arab boy -- an `Arab Colin' he had told his friend Bruce.
"And you look forward to letting Kasim fuck you day and night?" Bill grinned at Colin. "You haven't told me exactly what your job will be in this retro porn festival. He will show some remastered versions of his own movies, that's all I know."
"Yes, Reynard has bought the rights for Kasim's early porn - "The stallion from Morocco." He started when he was 18, I think, and now he's 50. An old man!" Colin squeezed Bill's knee.
"Yeah, a real stallion, for sure. But he was born in Tunisia not in Morocco." Bill smiled. "You remember we visited Kasim's old porn studio some years ago? You became very familiar with Kasim then!" Bill tickled the youngster.
"And young Habib seduced you, didn't he? And Kasim fucked you too, Dad. You have never admitted that." Colin showed some teasing eyes. The car speeded onto the `autostrada' bound for Milan Malpensa airport.
"And you have never told me what you did last night out in town, leaving me with business matters!" Bill changed the subject. "We had another meeting this morning while you still were in bed."
"In town last night? To answer your question, Dad, I came twice. And how was your night in bed with Ib and Daniel? You came twice too?" Colin found Bill's bulge and grinned when he realised that the dirty talk was about to arouse his dad.
"No, the old man, as you just called me, was happy with one real finale, but those two are very hot. Taught well, I guess. Kept me going for two hours, fed me shots of young cum and yellow stuff too." Bill spread his legs.
"But you were still sleeping with a hard-on when I arrived back. Dreaming of a former boyfriend, eh?" Colin could feel Bill's huge cock inside his trousers. Airport 10 km, a sign told.
"Aye, of course, I dreamt of them all -- all fucking you, son. It's not often I cum when dreaming." Bill tried to adjust his tight trousers.
"It wasn't just a dream, Daddy. I sucked you and you came in my mouth. You were damn horny, like you are now. Maybe we could ask the chauffeur to make a stop before we reach the airport. Plenty of room in this car." Colin put one hand down inside his own jeans.
"No, Colin, not now. I want both of us to stay really horny until we meet Kasim and his folks. He was in my dreams too." Bill tried to move away.
"You whispered Kasim's name when I fucked you with the dildo last night. You seemed to like it very much. Long time since you bottomed, eh?" Colin took the signal from Bill and made himself ready for the airport arrival.
"So that's why I was greasy down there this morning. I knew the Danes had rimmed me dry. It's a crime to fuck a sleeping man, Colin!" Bill grinned.
"Even if it is your lover?" Colin opened the door and left the car that had stopped just outside the entrance to the Departure Hall.
"Even then! But I suppose those are mitigating circumstances." Bill continued the talk with Colin while he was handed the luggage. He tipped the chauffeur who winked at Colin when he left.
"I think the Italian liked me, or perhaps you!" Colin said.
Bill rolled his eyes. "You are really conceited, laddie. Time to grow up, eh?"
Bill found the gate number on the huge screen. "Marseille, gate C21."
"Any results from your morning meeting?" Colin tried to relax after a very turbulent take off from Malpensa. He had squeezed Bill's hand and now Bill removed some sweat pearls from Colin's forehead. "Oh Dad, I much prefer the train!" Colin smiled and was back to normal again.
"Complicated, very complicated!" Bill sighed. "Both the Americans and the Chinese want to buy JustColin -- and they want to buy you -- but the Spanish guys and the French interests are looking for worldwide cooperation.
"And where are we in this business, Dad?" Colin seemed frustrated.
"Too big for me, Colin, and I'm not a lawyer. I think you need a personal lawyer who knows international companies -- one you trust a hundred per cent. I think..."
"Yes, I think so too. We will ask for a meeting with Mister Granville. He's in international business and highly ranked -- and I'm adopted into that cult of his, remember?" Colin grinned. Bill just nodded. The owner of Brickwall Estate had been in his mind too.
"But relax now, son. Just look on these two days with Kasim as a holiday. Have fun with the `The Stallion from Morocco'!" Bill grinned.
"I will, Dad. I'm horny at the thought. But seriously, do you think I will have to go to Las Vegas and Hong Kong like Reynard teased?" Colin wasn't ready to replace university with more modelling.
"We'll leave it to Reynard, honey. He will never agree to anything which might harm you, even if he is a tough business guy. He adores you, you know that." Bill squeezed Colin's hand.
A very fast luggage retrieval after a nice landing, and the two were ready for Marseille. Four cheering and waving men was waiting for them behind the barrier in the Arrivals Hall. Kasim, former stripper and pornstar and Colin's stage partner in private sex-shows in the two last years, hugged Colin and Bill at the same time. The fifty-year-old man did nothing to hide his arm muscles and bulge in tight shirt and low-cut denims.
"I brought the kids!" Kasim grinned. "They were impossible to stop! Say hello then. You are not normally shy."
"Hey Habib. Really nice to see you!" Bill kissed the oldest guy's cheeks in the French manner. "Reynard told me you had a birthday the other day. Nineteen, eh?"
Bill went on to the next lad -- much taller than his brother. "You are still growing, Caid! You soon be the same height as your Uncle Kasim here, and you have his muscles too." Bill squeezed the slim 17-year-old lad's upper arms. "Good you see you here in Marseille -- a lovely surprise!"
"Caid and Junior are here for the holidays." Kasim explained. He put his arms around the kid-like youngster. "And they let me spoil them!"
"I just had a birthday too!" Kasim Jr. gave Bill his hand. Bill met him and hugged him...almost lifted him. "Thirteen then, a real teenager! Any girlfriends yet?" The young man blushed.
"None of your business, Dad! Can't you see he's into football!"? Colin gave all three a high five. The two youngest were dressed in baggy football gear, while Habib was dressed all in white. With oiled black hair, and his dark tan, he was a dream. Colin looked at Bill and winked when Habib went in front of them out of the entrance hall. His round buttocks, inside the high-cut city shorts, had Bill's obvious attention. The grown-up man looked at his son and blushed.
The group filled Kasim's modern van. Bill place himself in the front with Kasim while the youngsters squeezed into the back seats. "We have a new Moroccan restaurant close to our house," Kasim told them. "I'm taking you there for lunch. The best lamb kebab in town! You like them young, don't you? The lamb, I mean!" Kasim grinned as he slapped Bill's upper leg.
"You know my preferences, but the older ones are good to, if they are well marinated!" Bill grinned back.
"We'll take the footballers to some friends from Tunisia. They have a huge garden for play, and then we'll take you home, okay?"
The party left the restaurant after a heavy meal. "I haven't booked a room for you in town because I hope you would stay with us like last time. The kids sleep on the terrace when the weather is hot like this." Kasim had an arm around Bill, but looked at Colin.
"Couldn't be better!" Colin answered. He remembered that he suntanned naked last time to the interest and amusement of some neighbours.
Colin changed into shorts and so did Bill. They found sunbeds on Kasim's terrace and were served iced-tea and sparkling water. "This is the life, Dad." Colin stretched. "Quite different from November at home!" He yawned, but the sight of Kasim shirtless in the chair beside him made him adjust his growing dick that lived its own life. Kasim followed Colin's every movement and spread his legs a bit, but said nothing. The man was horny as hell, with two of his favourite men close.
"If you are keen for some action, I have a plan," Kasim said. "We'll have a barbecue at home tonight. Before that I'll take Colin to the small theatre we use for tomorrow's performance. We need some planning." Both Bill and Habib looked a bit puzzled, but Kasim continued.
"Habib, you find a taxi and take Bill and yourself to the hammam in Harbour Street. I've booked a double cabin from 6 pm. Colin and I will meet you there. Hope you need some relaxation, guys!" Kasim looked at his guests.
"Sounds great, Kasim." Bill looked at his watch. "We see you in ninety minutes then." He winked at Colin who blushed, and again tried to cover up his tenting.
Bill and Habib waived the car off when the van moved around the corner in the narrow street. Bill had placed an arm around the youngster's shoulders. Now the two went from the terrace into the open sitting room.
"May I undress you, Habib? I've dreamt of you naked since you met us in the airport." Bill's voice was husky.
"Please, sir. I haven't changed much since you saw me last year. Maybe slightly stronger arms, that is all. I go to the gym at school almost every day." Habib placed himself in front of Bill who sat down on a leather sofa. The boy lifted his arms and closed his eyes when Bill lifted the white singlet. He was still hairless, not usual for an Arab boy. The black armpits were trimmed, but the hair was not completely removed. Bill sniffed the body scent -- different from Colin's -- sweatier, muskier. The boy flexed his muscles. Bill played with the torso using his hands, and then he kissed the warm skin.
Bill placed his thumbs inside the waistband of the shorts. "Okay, son?" He waited.
The youngster nodded. "Yes sir, please sir!"
The silky shorts fell to the floor, and the last item was a white and partly wet JustColin thong. Bill smelled and licked it. Finally he stripped the underwear off the lad with his teeth and mouth. The sixty-year-old man was as horny as the teen in front of him. The cock, Colin size, looked a bit longer because he was cut. The small, hairless, hanging balls were just perfect. Bill used two hands to squeeze the round buttocks, pulled the boy tight, and let the cock and the balls fill his open mouth.
Colin placed himself as close to Kasim as possible. He remembered the street down to the eastern harbour. Soon Kasim drove through a gate and stopped in front of a building that looked like a harbour warehouse.
"Welcome to my new studio, Colin!" Kasim grinned. "Reynard lent me the money to buy this building. Now I run his porn business from here. It will be my first show for customers tomorrow and I'm really happy you are here to give me a boost, Colin." As soon as they were outside the car, Kasim hugged young Colin tightly. The kiss was deep, hard and wet. Colin had waited for this kiss.
Kasim almost lifted Colin from the ground and carried him inside the building. They passed changing rooms and offices and some small studios. Kasim carried Colin to a small room, a sort of control room with glass walls. Outside was a small private cinema with a huge screen, and in front of the screen there was an intimate arena. A man in his thirties, only wearing baggy shorts, worked with the technical equipment.
Colin was excited -- really excited, but he was not certain what to do when Kasim started to strip him. From the bulge in Kasim's shorts, he understood that the man was as horny as him. He forgot about the third man present and let Kasim undress him completely.
"I have to touch your body, son. I have to be your man. No others will touch you here, just me, just me..." Kasim almost snarled.
"But please, Kasim. Let me play with your cock - the best cock in the world. The cock that makes me crazy!" Without asking, Colin loosened Kasim's belt and let his denims fall. The white boxers underneath did not fully cover one of the biggest cocks in porn. Colin did not wait. He just pulled the boxers down and let the 25 cm (10 inch) long cock along with balls the size of a donkey's free from their imprisonment. The soon to be fifty-year-old Arab was all hairy, but the hanging balls were shaved, and the black pubic hair was well trimmed. His erection was pumping and Colin knelt quickly as if given an order. Without words, he pulled the man's tight foreskin back, a foreskin the Arab man still had because he as a boy had managed to hide from the knife three times.
Colin knew this cock well. He knew what Kasim enjoyed. He placed the cockhead just inside his lips, used his lips and teeth and then teased the cockhead with a rough tongue.
"Colin so, Colin, you are...you are..." Kasim moaned. Then he found the boy's head and fucked his mouth hard for some seconds before suddenly pulling his cock out. "Come, love. I'll show you were we will perform tomorrow. Check the lightning, Raul. We'll test the bench!"
Kasim lifted Colin and carried him towards the screen. A narrow stage had been set up in front of the screen and close to the audience's seats. On one side was a sort of a tent, then a bench with handcuffs, and on the other side a wooden pole.
Kasim placed Colin on the bench and strapped his ankles to it using leather cuffs. "I plan to fuck the hell out of you here tomorrow, son! How do feel about that?" The man knelt and used a wet tongue to penetrate Colin's arse.
"I hoped for that, but go on, Kasim. Fuck me now, test me. I'll take you!" Colin used his hands to open his arse for Kasim's treatment. His own cock, pressed against the rough bench dripped pre-cum. Kasim collected the slimy thread and then licked his fingers. The tall Arab bent over and let his huge cock play with Colin's arse-crack, all the way from his balls to his back. He spat again and again and placed his cockhead just outside Colin's cunt, but he did not penetrate him. The man in the control room tested the lightening and then he showed movie pictures on the screen behind.
"Please Kasim, don't tease me. Fuck me, and make me cum. You are edging me...please!" Colin moaned and wiggled his butt. Kasim just grinned.
"You have seen the stage now, Colin. Maybe we should keep the real action until tomorrow. I'm an old man, you know!" Kasim got up. "I want to fuck you all the way tomorrow, okay?" He removed Colin's ankle cuffs.
Colin was very frustrated. "I build new boy-spit when you tease me. Why not a rehearsal?" He used both hands on Kasim's balls.
"We're going to meet Bill at the hammam, Colin love. Let's do our build up for tomorrow there." Kasim put on his shorts and helped Colin to find his clothes. A little jealous, Colin understood that Kasim had been thinking of Bill during their foreplay. "Raul! Show Colin the start of the first movie, please."
The Stallion from Morocco. The best 5.' The title filled the screen. Caught in the dessert' was the next title. A very young Kasim in a ripped outfit struggled in ropes behind an Arab man on a camel.
"An early Cadinot look!" Colin commented.
"Yes, Cadinot was the grand figure in French gay porn. Well, not only French, he was a leading international too. The smaller companies tried to follow his style." Kasim gave Raul a sign to stop. "If it's okay, I will suck you and finger-fuck you in the first break."
"You want me to cum?" Colin squeezed his bulge.
"Oui, bien sur. You will shoot in all three set-ups, I hope! Easy job for you, Colin." Kasim grinned.
"Why that terrible wooden pole? You are going to beat me, eh?" Colin had no idea about the programme.
"You'll see tomorrow. No blood, no broken skin, is your dad's mantra, so I'll do you softly baby, very soft!" Kasim grinned. "But let's go to the hammam now. Some body scrub and some oil will do you good."
Colin thought about the expression `broken skin' when the huge Turk scrubbed him in the Turkish bath. It was Colin's first visit and very different from the sexy saunas he had visited before. Lying on a marble bench he was scrubbed and soaped and cleaned. A glance to the right and he could watch Bill get the same treatment, and to the left a hairy Kasim. They were all supposed to wear some cotton covers, but Colin had seen that some other youngsters around just skipped their covers and nobody complained. Now he let the huge Turk wash every part of him without shyness. Kasim's nephew Habib was around too, but he had declined the tough treatment with the scrub. Colin understood why when his balls were treated and his arse was scrubbed without sensuality. A drenching in cold water ended the cleaning part.
Colin felt as if he had been skinned. Naked, he looked around and found that a lot of the men inside the hot hall, both old and young, had followed his cleansing. After being flaccid through the non-sexual treatment, Colin's realisation that he had been the centre of attention turned him on, and when meeting up with Kasim and Bill, he had his full erection back.
"No skin for you to flog tomorrow, Kasim. I'm already skinned." Colin cupped his red balls.
"Just wait, love. I have ordered another step. Please follow me." Kasim went in front to a niche in the room. Two double massage-beds and two, slightly younger guys, waited for the four. Habib followed his uncle this time.
The oil massage was very different from the scrubbing, and Colin soon felt that the heat and the lust was back. The professional masseurs oiled all parts of his body, even the arse-crack and the pubic bone, but they never touched the cock or the entrance to his hole.
"Merci! Thank you!" Kasim shouted. The two men stopped the treatment, bowed and left the room. A see-through fishnet-like curtain was drawn across the opening.
"Don't you think the youngsters should finish the job, Bill?" Kasim removed the towel he had been wearing throughout the massage and showed a half-hard horse-cock ready for treatment.
"Aye, absolutely!" Bill answered and did the same as Kasim. Colin's dad was rock-hard and the thick veiny cock shone with oil.
"You take care of our guest, Habib. That's what you want, isn't it?" Kasim pulled the youngster over to Bill's bed. Colin took the signal and changed his place too. He climbed on top of Kasim without asking. The oily bodies were clear for both ball-massage and cock-massage combined with mouth treatment and light wanking. Colin looked at Bill when Habib used the top of his tongue to penetrate his piss-slit and ease out the pre-cum. Bill tried to look relaxed, but was far from that. His eyes rolled as if he already was close to cumming.
"Use some fingers inside him, Habib. The man is too shy to ask for it, but he loves it!" Colin suggested before he found Kasim's nipples and gave them tough treatment with his teeth.
Kasim whined. "I'll get you back tomorrow, young devil!" Kasim had four fingers, two from each hand, inside Colin's boy-cunt. The lad forgot about his `father' and the young lover just beside him, but smiled when he saw Habib rimming Bill's hairy arse.
Colin reached for the oil left behind, and greased up Kasim's cock. Then he lifted his hips and let Kasim find his cunt. Just a mild pressure from the iron-hard cock and a silent scream from Colin, and the professional fucker was inside his stage-lover.
On the other bed Bill had turned Habib around and licked and sucked the young Arab before he lifted his legs and placed them on his shoulders. Habib had taken Bill's cock before, but now Bill was uncertain. He looked at Kasim.
"Fuck the slut, Bill. Show him that a real cock is different from the teen-cocks around. Do him hard!" Kasim had problems talking. Colin let Kasim bottom him completely.
Bill looked at Habib. "Sure, love?" He still hesitated.
"Please sir, do me, all the way. Uncle just teases me, because I deny him!" Habib opened up and took Bill's huge cock. His eyes filled with tears but no sound came from the Arab beauty.
Four heavy male orgasms filled the small room and four loads of white cream left the hot bodies during the next ten minutes.
Bill and his young lover were the first ones to reach climax. Habib asked to be wanked by Bill, while he was heavily pounded. The shooting was the young man's pride, and the pumping made Bill wild, as wild as a sixty-year-old guy could be. He pumped and pumped his cum into the hot young body, before he caught the youngster's spunk with tongue and mouth.
The hot and heavy action made Colin ride the `Stallion from Morroco' like he was a real horse. "I'm cumming, Kasim. I'm...I'm...Fuck! I'm cumming!" Colin erupted hands-free and sprayed his load all over Kasim's upper body and face. After the day's sexy treatment, he spunked as if it had been weeks since his last orgasm.
Kasim, the real stayer, had more to give. Now he lifted Colin off his cock and forced his open mouth to continue the fucking there. Minutes later it was all done and Kasim sent his man-milk into Colin's mouth. The young entertainer did not swallow at once, but let jizz drip from the open mouth down his oily body. With fingers he collected the spunk, both his own and Kasim's, and fed the man and himself with useful protein.
A movement in the curtains told Colin that there had been some viewers out there. "Well, a good rehearsal for tomorrow," he thought. He gave Kasim his still dripping mouth for a deep kiss.
"Please tell me about the audience," Colin said. He was standing beside Kasim at the door leading to the small stage.
"Most of them represent companies and shops around here. The three in the back are former colleges from the porn-business; two of them act in the first movie clip. The Arab is one of my second cousins, another refugee from my homeland. And I have allowed Habib to bring a fuck-buddy from school." Kasim pointed the men out. Colin smiled when he saw Habib and a young lad beside Bill.
"I know your porn is available to the public, so there's no problem for you, but I'm not for public viewing, you know. No secret cameras and no use of mobile phones when I'm on stage!" Colin was very direct.
"All our guests have signed to confirm agreement to the rules, and their phones are locked away. Quite normal procedure in movie studios! Just relax, stay hot, and have fun. I will!" Kasim pinched Colin's bum. "You will find helpers backstage. I'll present you in a few minutes. Now the guests need something to drink."
Twenty minutes later Kasim and Colin entered the `stage' -- both wearing white robes.
"Welcome, gentlemen. A special night for me -- and I hope for you! I started my career when I was eighteen, two years younger than Colin here, my very special guest tonight. You know the market often asks for technically renewed copies of old porn movies -- and I am proud to tell that five scenes from my early days are ready for distribution today. You will have glimpses from three of them, and I have promised to show you that the porn-star from those ancient days still is fit for some action." Kasim took a small break and looked at his former colleagues, all three with bright smiles. "To help me stay in shape, I have young Colin here. Please give him a hand!" Colin bowed and suddenly blushed.
Kasim gave a signal to Raul. The lights were turned off and the intro filled the huge screen.
`The Stallion from Morocco. The best 5.' An enthusiastic applause from the public followed.
Caught in the dessert' was the first. The synopsis was simple. A very young Kasim in a ripped outfit struggled in ropes behind an Arab man on a camel. The captive youngster was carried into a tent where he was undressed and enslaved by two men. Young Kasim was forced to suck the two and work their hairy asses with his mouth and tongue. His slim body was treated with whips and his cock was slapped and tortured. They used dirty names because the youngster pretended to be a man, but was only a dirty slut in their eyes. The movie ended with young Kasim drowned in spunk from the two men, before he was locked up to a pole and left. Continuation' ended the first part.
"Wow!" Habib whispered to Bill. "He was as hung at eighteen as he is now!"
"Aye, not a typical slave!" Bill placed a hand on Habib's upper leg.
The room stayed dark, but heavy spots lit the entrance and the stage. Colin dressed in dirty clothes was dragged in with a dog leash attached to a collar and his hands bound. Kasim was dressed in white like the men in the movie, with a long kaftan and a black turban. He sat down on the bench in something that pretended a tent.
"Come here, white boy. Let me look at you! Ran away from the ship, eh?" Kasim slapped Colin's chin. "The desert is not for stupid white men." He untied Colin's hands.
"Undress now. I have to set a price for when I take you to the market tomorrow!" Kasim dragged Colin closer by the collar. Colin hesitated but stripped off his sailor jacket and jeans.
"Come on, white boy. Let me see if you are useful." Kasim ripped off Colin's underwear. Colin tried to cover his dick and balls and Kasim hit him with the leash. `Hands behind your back!" he shouted.
"Yes, sorry master!" Colin almost cried. "Please release me, I'm..." Another stroke hit him -- harder this time.
"Shut up, white boy!" Kasim groped Colin's dick. "Not much to sell here! So we can probably cut it off -- no use! Turn around -- bend over!"
Colin turned his butt to Kasim, spread his legs and opened his arse. Without warning, Kasim put a dry finger inside. Colin yelled. Bill grinned. "Bad acting!" he whispered. Colin was obviously well prepared.
"Shut up! Wait until you have a real cock up your ass!" Kasim turned Colin around and then he stripped off his own turban and kaftan. There was a combination of applause and shouting when he showed off his body, presenting a hard-on ready for business. The more than 25 cm (10 inch) man-cock, one of the thickest in French porn, was oiled and locked with a tight cock-ring.
"Show me your skill now, slave!" Kasim pressed Colin down onto his knees and forced his cock inside open mouth. "Keep your teeth away, white boy, or I will use this!" Kasim displayed a huge Arab knife.
Everybody in the room could see that Colin was a well-trained cock-sucker, and the Arab's moaning told that he was pleased. With one hand, Colin played with Kasim's balls. With the other he had started to wank his own 10 cm (4 inch) stiffy. The situation was turning very hot when the leash again hit his back.
"Don't touch that tiny worm of yours. I'll teach you a lesson. Turn around!" Kasim used the leash-handle like a dildo and forced it into Colin's cunt. Another howl was heard, but his stiff cock dripped pre-cum. Colin managed to kneel and suck the sitting man while he was being fucked by the handle.
Kasim was tougher now. He really throat-fucked the lad who had trouble with the huge cock half way down his throat. Eventually Colin succeeded in his struggle to get free. He shouted, "Master, I'm cumming...I'm going to be shooting soon, I'm...I'm..." The lighting-guy was a genius. He caught Colin's hands-free spunking in a concentrated stream of light. Seconds later, and still with the handle inside his boy-cunt, Colin faced Kasim's cock for the final treatment. The man's thick, white cream left the fifty-year-old porn-star as if he was a teenage shooter. Colin let himself be drowned. Eyes, hair, face, and a partly open mouth, caught the cum from his partner as if they were acting in front of a camera.
The lights zoomed in and the actors left. The public applauded.
After a new glass of wine for those in the audience another movie started.
"Caught by the police!" was the title. Again the pictorial story was easy to follow. Young Kasim was shown inside a primitive police station. Two officers worked the youngster over. The lad was locked to a pole and the officers undressed him by tearing his clothing to pieces. The naked body was examined with hands and fingers, and wooden truncheons were used inside the lad's mouth and arse. Whips treated the lad's body, even his balls and cock, and the movie had special close-ups of Kasim's dripping dick, staying hard through the treatment. In the end the officers made young Kasim shoot his load all over the floor, and the police dog that had been present during the movie without taking part, licked the spunk from the stone floor.
When the movie ended, all went in black for some minutes. When the stage was lit again, Colin was locked to the wooden pole and Kasim, dressed in something between police-uniform and bdsm-gear, walked around the pole playing with a cane.
"Tell me where you have hidden the drugs!" Kasim shouted.
"I have no drugs, sir. I never..." Colin tried to explain. The cane hit the pole, not the body. The sound was intense. The next stroke was even harder. Colin screamed, but it was not possible for the audience to see if the cane hit the body or just the pole. Kasim had done this before.
"Don't tell me stories, boy! The dog market, okay!" Kasim went up to Colin and like in the movie, he just tore his clothes off.
"Open your mouth!" Kasim used his fingers to probe. "And..." He worked through Colin's mouth and ears before he pulled the boy's foreskin back and started to jerk him.
"Piss!" he shouted while he worked the hard cock. "Piss, don't be a baby!" Colin closed his eyes. He was not prepared for this part, but understood suddenly why Kasim had given him an extra bottle of water.
Colin had performed like this before and soon after he managed to send a yellow stream down to the lit floor. Kasim wanked him hard, and soon he understood that Colin was reaching a climax again.
"Turn around, open your ass! Fast!" Kasim kicked Colin's feet apart. One finger, and then three fingers, checked Colin's entrance. He moaned and almost twisted away from the tough treatment.
Kasim changed from fingers and finger-fucking to the use of a flashlight. He lit the entrance to show the rosebud -- painted pink for the occasion. Then he used the flashlight like a metal cock and penetrated the lad. With the other hand he unbuttoned his own black leather thong and showed off his huge weapon once more. One hand worked Colin, the other hand wanked his own cock without shyness. He then went up to Colin and let his wet glans follow the arse crack up and down and stopped in front of the tunnel. The stage went in black.
No break this time. The third movie started immediately. `The Sultan's Harem' was the title. Some of the audience knew that this was the porn-movie where Kasim started his career as a dominant top. With his natural equipment and hard body, that was of course the producer's dream.
The scenario was quite simple. A young sultan waited for new slaves to be tested for his harem. A colourfully-dressed Kasim was accompanied by a black servant dressed in a tiny loincloth.
"Next!" The sultan shouted and soon afterwards the black guy pushed forward a young man for inspection. The youngster was completely naked, not a hair on his oiled body. With his head bowed he stopped in front of the sultan.
"Turn around!" A new hard command was heard. "Spread your legs -- bend over!" The boy did as he was told.
"He's a virgin, master," the black man whispered.
"Not for long!" Sultan Kasim got up and stripped off his clothes. His stallion-like cock was half-hard and the man gave himself some jerks to get it all up.
Suddenly the screen went dark. The movie stopped. One of the onlookers whistled. Bill understood that something was going on, because just some minutes earlier young Habib had suddenly left his seat. Bill had been playing with his little cock, and Bill thought the boy left because he was about to cum in his pants.
Strong light filled the stage. Kasim -- now 50 -- was dressed exactly like he was in the movie, and beside him, not a black man, but young Habib dressed just in a tiny loincloth, open at the sides so everybody could see that he was naked underneath.
"The next boy!" Kasim ordered, and soon after Colin was on stage again. This time he was naked, oiled and decorated with white feathers.
"Prepare me!" Kasim looked at his young nephew. With trained hands, Habib undressed his uncle. Kasim did not need jerks this time. He was rock hard and excited.
"Open the slave!" Kasim ordered. Habib knelt behind Colin, spread his legs and found his boy-cunt. With fingers, lips and tongue he prepared Colin for the monster-cock. In the heavy spotlight the slimy thread of pre-cum from Colin's piss-slit showed that the boy was excited too.
"He's ready, master!" Habib shouted. He followed Colin to the stool and let his hands rest on the seat.
"Ready to lose your virginity, boy, and be part of my harem?" Kasim used a hand and placed the huge cock in front of Colin's face.
"Too big, sir! Too big! Please! Spare me, master. Let me suck you!" Colin begged.
"Oil, boy!" Kasim looked at Habib who brought a glass flagon.
Kasim oiled his huge spear before he dripped oil in Colin's arse-crack. With fingers he entered the boy -- one, two and then three grown-up fingers.
The room was totally silent when Kasim placed his cockhead outside Colin's partly-open arse. He placed two hands on Colin's shoulders, then he pushed. An intense scream, and this time no theatrical scream, followed, when Kasim broke through Colin's sphincter and in one single slow movement docked him balls-deep.
Kasim whispered something in Colin's ear. He stopped for a moment, but when Colin nodded, he withdrew completely and mounted him again. Five times, the same pounding, before the huge man lifted Colin and let him climb onto his upper body. Hanging around Kasim's neck with legs spread, Colin was fucked from behind. The two athletes gave a show very different from the movie.
"I'm cumming. I'm cumming, sir!" Colin shouted. White boy-milk was spread all over Kasim's hairy body, with some dripping down his upper leg muscles.
Kasim placed Colin in the chair and lifted his legs. For the next five minutes he fucked his stage-lover in front of the audience. Young Habib had stripped off his loincloth and played with his cock while his uncle finished the show. The young shooter and the old porn-star emptied their balls for a whistling applause.
The old porn movie was back on the screen, and the three finishing guys, looked just like human silhouettes.
Kasim and Bill relaxed on the sunbeds on the terrace outside Kasim's apartment. The sun was about to disappear, but the coming night was hot in Marseille's Sahara winds.
"What are the boys doing?" Bill looked up after a short nap.
"They all went bowling," Kasim answered. "Habib was very happy to drive. So, mon ami, we are all alone tonight!" He placed one hand on Bill's naked shoulder, and let his fingers follow the spine all the way down to the shorts. A short moment's hesitation and the hand went under the waistband. Fingers followed the arse-crack and found the sweaty entrance.
"You care for some wrestling?" Kasim asked.
"You bet!" Bill lifted his hips and welcomed the searching fingers.
To be continued.