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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 Ð STUDENT AND MODEL
Chapter 35 (Melbourne - steam railway/sexy massage/garage dungeon)
Paul was waiting for Bill and Colin when they reached the corner entrance of Flinders Street station. He hugged Colin and shook Bill's hand before guiding them to the platform for the train to Belgrave. "We have quite a long journey through the eastern suburbs but it's worth it, I promise you," Paul told them.
"The Puffing Billy Railway is quite famous, even back in the UK," said Bill. "It has been run as a volunteer line for many years, hasn't it?"
"Yes, since the early 1960's," replied Paul. "Most of the locos are the ones built for the line when it opened in 1900, and that means they are more than a hundred years older than me."
"Must take some effort to keep them operational," said Bill.
"Yes, but I don't know much about that side of things," said Paul. "I help out with the customers."
"What's in your bag?" Colin asked.
"My outfit for today. I won't be working in t-shirt and shorts," replied Paul. "I was supposed to be working in the gift shop at Belgrave but I have swapped with one of the girls and I'll be serving lunches in the dining car instead. I will be able to spend more time with you."
"That's great," smiled Colin. "I was impressed by the food on offer and I'm looking forward to lunch."
"The food is always good but I hope you'll enjoy the whole railway experience," said Paul. "The steam locomotives, the old carriages and of course the scenery."
"I'm sure we will," said Bill.
When they got off the electric train at Belgrave, it was only a short walk to the Puffing Billy Railway station. Colin was delighted to see a cockatoo perched on a bush by the platform. "The train isn't here yet but if you walk to the far end of the platform you will be able to see some of the locos in the depot," said Paul. "I need to get changed but I'll see you later."
There were other early arrivals - a mixture of locals and overseas tourists. A few said hello but all seemed to be very happy. They saw three steam locomotives, including one in steam, and a couple of diesels. "I didn't expect to see diesels here," said Colin.
"They are probably used mainly for shunting but perhaps to pull trains during very dry weather when sparks from the steam locomotives are a fire hazard," suggested Bill.
Colin popped into the Gents toilet on the way back to the station building and was a little disappointed to find himself alone. He was browsing with Bill in the gift shop when Paul appeared wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, black trousers and a red bow-tie. "Very smart," said Bill.
"Quite cute," grinned Colin.
Paul laughed. "You won't often see me dressed like this."
"Hey mate!" A tall blond guy in his early twenties approached. "I hear you're abandoning me."
"Only for today, Jesse. I'm working on the train to be with my Scottish relatives," responded Paul.
"This is my Great Uncle Bill and...erm, his son, Colin."
"That explains why you're dressed as a show pony!" Jesse turned from Paul to face Bill and Colin. "Good to meet you guys. I hope you enjoy your visit."
As Jesse walked away, Colin watched Paul gazing at him. "You like him, don't you?" he whispered.
"Yeah, he's a spunk!" responded Paul.
"A what?" Bill and Colin asked in unison.
Paul laughed. "It means a good-looking person. You haven't learned much Strine yet." Seeing the puzzled look on Colin's face, he added, "Strine is Aussie slang."
They went out to the platform to watch the train reversing in. "The dining cars are at this end," said Paul. "I'll go on first to help check everything is in place. Passengers will be invited to board in about five minutes so get your tickets ready."
"There's quite a crowd now," remarked Bill.
"Yes, the trains are always popular. Most people will go all the way to Lakeside but there is usually a coach party or two going only to Menzies Creek," said Paul. "Okay, see you in a few minutes."
"I'm going to get a photo of the steam loco," Colin said, leaving Bill to wait in the shade.
Colin returned a few minutes later. "I think half the crowd wanted a photo. It's a beautiful engine though. Look." He showed Bill the two photos he had taken of the smart black locomotive. "Number 8A, built in 1908 according a plaque on the side."
"It's amazing that it's still in regular service," said Bill. "Oh, we can board now." He unfolded the printout of their train and lunch reservations and they joined the small queue. Soon they were seated in a corner table, facing each other.
Paul suddenly appeared. "Welcome aboard, gentlemen. Would you like to order drinks?"
Their starters followed the drinks. Colin had pre-ordered the Smoked Chicken Harvest Bowl while Bill had the Spinach and Ricotta Crepe. The train pulled out of the station just after the food arrived so they were distracted by seeing the locomotive depot up close and then the wooden trestle bridge over Monbulk Creek moments later. However they both agreed that the food was excellent.
Their main courses soon followed. Colin had Grilled Tasmanian Salmon and Bill had Box Car Chicken which was chicken breast wrapped in prosciutto. They finished just before the train reached Menzies Creek. Paul announced to all passengers that they could get off the train, as they would be at the station for at least ten minutes while they crossed with train going in the opposite direction. Both Bill and Colin went onto the platform and Colin took more photos. The locomotive on the other train was number 6A, in a smart green livery. "That one was built in 1901," he told Bill.
Soon they were on their way again. They stopped at Emerald and then Lakeside, the final stop on the lunchtime service. They watched the locomotive being detached and then moving to couple onto the rear coach - which would be the front when they returned to Belgrave. They were told that there was plenty of time to visit the lake and have a walk before the return journey. Many of the passengers who hadn't eaten on the train took the opportunity to have lunch at the station. Paul helped serve in the shop while Bill and Colin went for a walk.
When Bill and Colin returned to the train, there were few other passengers around so Colin was able to get some photos of the locomotive without other people being in the way. He was delighted to be invited to climb into the cab and see the controls. There was still some time before the train was due to leave so Bill and Colin went to find Paul in the shop.
Paul was finishing a snack when the pair entered the shop. He waved and said, "I'm on a break. Have you enjoyed yourselves?"
"Yes, it's been great," said Colin.
"I'm going to see if I can get some souvenirs to take back home," Bill said. He went to check out the items on display.
Paul whispered to Colin, "Come with me." He led Colin to the staff toilet and locked the door. "I could do with a blowjob and we've got time for a quickie." Colin grinned, dropped to his knees and freed Paul's stiff 20 cm (8 inch) cock. It didn't take long for Colin to bring his new cousin to a climax and he eagerly swallowed every drop of teenage boy-cum.
"I want to suck you off now," said Paul. Colin was already leaking pre-cum at this stage and, like Paul, it took him only a few minutes before he was spunking off. They kissed as they made themselves decent and then hurried out to find Bill paying for his purchases.
Dessert was served on the return journey. Colin had Salted Caramel Tart and some of Bill's Apple and Blackberry Crumble.
Being less busy on the return journey, Paul was able to chat more with Bill and Colin. As they approached Belgrave, Paul said, "I'd like to spend the rest of the afternoon helping in the gift shop. Do you mind returning to Melbourne on your own?"
"I'm sure we can manage," said Bill.
"Yes, and Jesse needs your help more than us." Colin winked, making Paul blush slightly. Colin leaned closer and whispered, "Have you sucked him off yet?"
"You bet! He's a hot devil!" Paul grinned.
Colin hugged Paul goodbye at Belgrave station. "We probably won't see you again before we leave Melbourne but please keep in touch through the internet."
Bill hugged Paul too. "Yes, and if you get the chance to visit Scotland you are very welcome to stay with us."
"Thanks. I'm going to miss you guys," said Paul.
"Go on. Jesse is waiting," smiled Colin. "Suck him off for me!" he whispered.
They were on the train back into the city when Bill asked, "Do you want to do any more sightseeing before we return to Ruairidh's apartment?"
"No time for that, Dad. I have an appointment with Mr Jack at five, remember? Have you decided if you are coming with me or not?" Colin let his head rest on Bill's shoulder.
"I will just stay at home, Colin. Ruairidh wants to show us the old garage tonight," Bill replied.
"Well, relax and maybe we can have sex later." Colin squeezed Bill's leg.
Bill laughed. "There is always sex later with you."
"But Dad, you have been gazing at young Paul's bubble-butt all day. You don't have to act like a monk! You said goodbye to him, but I'm sure he will be in contact during the days I'm out in the bush." Colin played with Bill's upper leg and he was given access to his cock.
Back in the apartment there were visitors for a beer. Just inside the door Colin and Bill found well-used boots and a hat like the one Ross had worn at the farm.
Kirsty was sitting on the sofa beside a sun-bleached, rather long-haired man in his forties. The man wore leather jeans and a partly open leather waistcoat. He was shirtless and his arms told a story of strength and hard work. Now he rose from the sofa and gave Colin his hand.
"So here is the young spunk from the pictures!" The man grinned. There was a set of Colin photos lying on the table in front of him. Colin was happy for Paul's small language lesson.
"Greg is my right and left hand man," Kirsty said. "He also has the main responsibility for one of Victoria's national parks. He's going on a two day inspection and will be very happy for your company."
"You couldn't get a better guide, son!" Ruairidh added.
Colin felt stupid. He blushed and stammered. The hunk in front was far from what he had expected. His dick was already giving some signals. Eventually he was able to speak properly. "I didn't know that Paul Hogan was back in action!" Colin smiled. "Crocodile Dundee himself."
"You are much too young to remember `Crocodile Dundee', Colin. Maybe your DadÉ?" Ruairidh placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Aye, he has filled me with stuff about Australia in the last few months, and that movie was famous all around the world. It triggered my fantasies about the Australian wilderness." Colin smiled.
"Well, there are no crocodiles in our National Park, but we'll have plenty to fill the days!" The man winked and flirted openly. Colin was an easy target.
"And the nights!" Colin thought. He was sure Boss had told the man about his sexuality.
The sports centre looked like a private one. Colin went through rooms with young men working out. As a foreigner he felt he was being checked out as he went, but in a comfortable way.
"My name is Colin and I have an appointment with Mr Jack," Colin said when he approached the reception.
"I think he has left for the day, but I'll make a call." The young man was very service minded.
"Okay, Jack, the auditorium. I'll bring him. He said his name is Colin. Yes!"
"He still has students with him," the youngster said. "But he is waiting for you."
Colin met the man with curly red hair, dressed in white like the day before. He was one big smile. He hugged Colin tight and took him into a small room. A traditional massage table stood in the middle of the room, and there was some equipment for physical testing around. There were chairs on a sort of podium on both sides, 8 to 10 of them Colin guessed. He probably looked quite concerned. "Don't be afraid, Colin. I will not have all my class here today, but it's the most private room we have. You said you wanted a full massage yesterday, even a prostate massage. Is that right?" The man in his forties had a teasing smile.
"Yes, sir. That's what I said, butÉ" Colin suddenly hesitated.
"No buts Colin, and cut the `sir' business. It's just the swim-team that uses that term because they think I'm a bit straight from time to time. The whistle and all that, you know. I'm just Jack to you." He hugged Colin tight again before he went to the entrance and dimmed the light. "Since I don't know you, and I want to make this a good afternoon for you, I need some information. I want to listen to your heart first. Any medical problems you know about?"
"Just some stressed shoulders from time to time," Colin answered.
"Yes, I saw that in the pool the other day," Jack said. "You want to use a locker room or just undress here?" Without saying a word, Colin took off his sandals and his t-shirt, and then lowered his shorts without turning away from the man. He had put on his tightest and sexiest thong. A rare event, he was flaccid after undressing for the man. The situation was more formal than he had believed. But the excitement up to now had made him wet. A huge spot on the tight fabric told the story of recent arousal.
"Let me measure you first, please." Jack showed Colin to a weighing machine with a measuring stick attached.
"1.65m (5ft 4in) and your weight is 59.5kg (131 lbs). Perfect, but don't lose weight. You must keep these fine globes of yours!" The man played with Colin's naked buttocks and let his hand follow the spine all the way to his neck. Colin's normal erection was back in seconds. He did nothing to hide his excitement.
"Has your doctor at home told you if you are fully grown?" Jack asked. "Some boys grow a bit even after twenty."
Colin sighed lightly. "I've been the same height for the last five years, and my dick hasn't grown any either. Ten centimetres (4 inches) is all I'm likely to have. So Jack, what you see is meÉ" Colin grinned.
"You are perfect, Colin. After what I saw yesterday, your 10 centimetres is all you need, eh?" Jack cupped the wet jock and squeezed Colin's balls. "Please sit on the table. I have some personal questions for you since you want me to treat your prostate. You don't have to answer if you're not comfortable. Just tell me."
"Go on!" Colin spread his legs, sitting on the massage table.
"I know you are sexually active. I loved your oral skills last night, but all in all, on a scale from one to ten, how active are you?"
"If you ask my partner he would probably say eleven!" Colin grinned.
"You look younger than your twenty years, Colin. When did you have your first real orgasm?"
"You mean when I shot my first load? I was ten I think!"
"You remember? Did you need help then or did you play with yourself that day?"
"It was fun. I had waited for it. I remember it well, because I stole a thin cucumber. It was after a hand job and anal-play, you see!"
"When did you lose your virginity?"
"You mean with I had a real cock inside my arse? The man nodded. "I was fourteen. My partner - I call him my dad - fucked the hell out of me."
"Did it hurt or had he prepared you well?
"He just fucked me. I begged for it. It hurt, yes Ð in a good way." Colin grinned again. He understood Jack liked to talk dirty. His white shorts were tented.
"You have sex with both men and women?"
Colin shook his head. "Never been with a chick, and never will!"
"How often do you have sex Ð let's say during a week?"
"At least three times a day Ð morning, after training and always before I go to bed. At the weekend it's often more."
"But you told me that you are at university, and not with your partner during the week. You masturbate orÉ?"
"I share a flat with a fuck buddy. He's damn good. We give each other all possible service. He's straight and he treats me like a slut. I love it!"
Jack combed his hair with his open hand. Seems as if Colin almost stopped him. "Have you had sex since our blowjob last night?" Now Jack adjusted his own bulge.
"US President Clinton said sucking cock wasn't sex, but I don't agree. I've had three cummings since you sucked me, Jack. My dad - my partner - sucked me last night, and his brother fucked me this morning. He's just as big as my dad. Then my new cousin and I sucked each other off during a visit to the Puffing Billy Railway earlier today - just quickies. I'm all ready for new stimulation." Jack swallowed. Colin wondered if he was being too honest.
"And how big is your partner?"
"24 cm (9.5 inches) and very thick! But he opens me with fingers and tongue, so I'm ready for an internal massage, Jack!"
"Any sexual fantasies you haven't yet experienced?" Now the man really blushed.
"I would love to be fucked in front of a full team, or on a stage, and receive a lot of spunk." Colin didn't feel it was appropriate to tell Jack about taking part in private sex shows.
"I should have known!" Jack rose from the chair. "I could have called all my team today. I just asked my two of my students to assist me today. I hope you don't mind. You will remember them. Six hands are better than two."
"And three cocks are better than one!" Colin thought.
"Please lie down now, Colin. You may drop that wet thong. I'll cover your lower parts with a towel," Jack instructed. Colin peeled off the thong and handed it to Jack who, as soon as Colin was lying face down, put the wet part in front of his mouth and licked it.
Moments later he barked, "John and Joe, come in here!" Two white-dressed youngsters were inside the room in seconds. They had been waiting just outside to be called. No doubt about that.
Colin looked up from the massage table. "Hey guys. Nice to see you again, but you are fully dressed and I'm butt naked. That's unfair, isn't it? Colin grinned.
"You may undress, guys. Colin wants some treatment for his shoulders and neck, but he wants some all over relaxing-treatment too. Body to body is the best way. You need to practice that as well, so you can practice with Colin here. I think he's very open minded." Jack smiled.
The two students removed their white t-shirts and white sport shorts and then both socks and shoes. "Keep your briefs on for now!" the man instructed. Colin saw in a side view that the instructor had stripped off his t-shirt too. The redhead had curly body hair Ð a red and grey mat covered the very manly upper body. The two students from Mr Jack's swim team were completely smooth with no body hair, and with a crew-cut like army guys. All sets of muscles were ready to serve the lad waiting on the table in front of them.
"You just relax, kid! Say if something hurts or is unpleasant. No part of your body is off limits, I understand." Jack lifted the towel that up to now had covered Colin's lower body.
"Please, just go ahead," Colin mumbled.
"I will start with your neck and upper back. You take care of his legs and his bum. Use plenty of oil!" Jack commanded his students while dripping oil on Colin's upper body. Six hands started to work him. The trained, hard hands, worked his sore shoulders Ð almost painful, but also sensual. The two youngsters started slowly and tenderly. They spread Colin's legs and worked on each side.
"Use force! He's not a doll!" Jack snarled. "And not a fat chick! Stay away from his crack just for now, but work on his inner thighs Ð a very sensitive spot."
Colin was in heaven, being treated by six hands. The two students worked on his butt and sent signals to his crotch. Jack's tough treatment on his upper body made him forget who he was and where he was. He was just extremely horny in front of these partly-naked guys, and what he really wanted was rough, hard sex. Jack felt that Colin struggled. His body was trembling and he had problems resting.
"Relax, boy! Don't stress. We will release youÉjust give yourself some time!" Jack played with Colin's neck. The students added more oil, and some of it dripped down Colin's arse-crack. A set of fingers collected the oil, while touching the tight rosebud. Colin's hips made fucking movements on the thin mattress. He moaned. He was about to cum. His balls contracted. A hard open hand hit his butt. The sound made an echo in the room and Colin managed to delay his orgasm. He just whimpered quietly.
For the next fifteen minutes Colin relaxed and got all the muscles on his back side warmed up.
"Please turn over now, boy! Let us work on your front." Jack placed a small pillow under Colin's head, and then he lifted Colin's knees from the table and placed a towel roll underneath. A long string of pre-cum went from the table to the top of Colin's full erection. His hard balls were drenched in pre-cum and oil.
"We'll change over, guys. Take care of his upper body and his arms. Ensure you give his nipples some attention. I think there's a direct connection between his tits and his balls. Let's see if we can get him spit more! You okay, Colin? Your nipples seem to be waiting for treatment." Jack let his two hands start with pressure on Colin's chest, and followed his body all the way down to his feet without touching the dripping dick.
"I'm fine. Thank you, Jack. Thank you!" Colin closed his eyes again. John and Joe started the nipple treatment with fingers and nails. They looked at their master who nodded his approval. They added to the treatment with mouths and teeth. Jack smiled when he watched drops of clear juice from Colin's piss-slit dripping down the shaft. He spread Colin's legs and pinched his balls with two fingers Ð rolling the nuts and triggering the release of more pre-cum.
Colin clenched his hands as if he needed something to hold on to. Both the students were close to the table and Colin managed to find two hard bulges. As professionals they should probably have stopped his touching, but both of them were rock-hard inside the tiny briefs. They were also inspired when they watched Jack letting Colin's feet touch his own growing bulge.
"Let's go to the next step, boys. Play with his armpits and his nipples and I'll give him some upper leg treatment. Let's see if this young man is as horny as he looks like." Jack lifted Colin's knees and spread them. He placed a small pillow under Colin's lower back. The man gazed at the young man's totally hairless entrance, his pink rosebud, and the arse muscles that tried to open the hole. Without touching the cock, Jack bent down and blew a stream of air on Colin's balls. After that he followed the crack down to his arsehole, still blowing. Then he used a wet and hard tongue to do the same movements. He watched when Colin partly opened his pussy and let him fill him with his probing tongue.
Colin could not hold back. He pinched the lads' cocks with his fingers. He threw his head from side to side. He moaned with an open mouth.
"I'm cumming, damn, damn, I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. With curious eyes, the three watched Colin's hands-free orgasm. Joe and John pinched his nipples to prolong the shooting. Seven - eight - nine shots followed. Some dots of white cream hit the two students, while the rest spread around the table and the floor. Neither Colin's cock nor his prostate had yet been touched. Jack smiled and corrected his own bulge.
"Great, Colin! We have done the basics and you have shot off, but you still need a real orgasm, eh?" Jack wiped some sweat and cum from Colin's forehead. "You are ready for the main course?"
"Aye, sir. Please, sir. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me hard! Please use my boy-cunt!" Colin begged.
"Boy-cunt! A good expression, boys." Jack grinned and looked at his young assistants. "He is warm now, but he needs body contact to enter a new dimension. Undress!" The two youngster followed Jack's orders. Both stripped off their tight briefs. The two completely shaved swimmers looked like naked statues. Colin managed to get a quick glimpse of the well-equipped youngsters who did nothing to hide their iron-hard dicks.
"John, you climb him and cover his upper body. Give him your penis when he feels for it. Let him suck you. And Joe, sit on his hips, try to cover his belly with your body. Lick his penis. Give his glans a light mouth massage and stretch his baby skin. I'll oil him inside and stretch his sphincter. Go on!"
Colin received a double 69 from the two students. They were very active while Jack dripped oil into Colin's arse and opened him with a hooked finger. Colin took John's thin cock down his throat and was not just a passive receiver. Soon the lad mouth-fucked Colin for his own obvious pleasure.
"Sir, sir! I have too, I have toÉ" John whispered.
"Go on. Feed him. He needs some protein!" Jack pushed two fingers, then three fingers inside Colin, rather directly and rather tough. Young John, with a body red with excitement, spunked off in Colin's mouth and over his face.
"Okay, Joe. I have opened Colin for a real prostate massage. I have oiled him, but the best lube is human semen. You give him that, Joe. Help me to hold his legs, John. He's wet enough for you." Joe went to the end of the table and Jack helped Colin to spread his legs.
"If you are alone, do it the doggy way!" Jack instructed his students. "But there are three of us and can manage to give him pleasure while he is being treated."
Joe was standing a bit uncertain over what to do. He wanked his oily cock as if he was close to cumming. "Penetrate him, stud. Don't be shy! Fill him with your young semen for me. I know you have plenty. I asked you not to wank today!" Jack raised his voice.
"I haven't, sir. Honestly!" Joe found Colin's oily entrance and filled him with his 20cm (8 inch) boy-cock in a single thrust. Colin moaned with lust at the quick penetration, and now he teased the youngster by meeting him with his arse muscles. In a side view he watched Jack remove his shorts and his jock. The huge cock was fully erect, surrounded by red pubic hair.
Young Joe was not a stayer, and Colin did what he could to wank him with his arse-muscles. With a roar, Joe spunked off inside Colin. Again and again his cock erupted. His hands were around Colin's hips and he did not want to withdraw.
Almost irritated, Jack pushed the student aside and replaced the thinner cock with his own beast. Colin tried to go on teasing, but now he had to just take the thrusts. In the next fifteen minutes he drifted away on a wave of heat and lust. He felt as if his second orgasm started from somewhere in his upper legs. The third orgasm arrived when Jack was pounding his prostate with his thick pole. That last orgasm made him feel as if he was drowning, he told Bill later that night. Jack had pinched his cock, while the students had worked his nipples. The spunk was no longer white, just clear juice. He wasn't shooting, just dripping like a hot stream.
"I think you need some refreshment," Jack said. He withdrew his slimy cock and went up beside Colin's head. With an open mouth, Colin received Mr Jack's thick man-cream all over face and body. Both the students had been wanking without shyness during the last treatment, and now they added to the facial with a double portion of boy-milk.
"You stay with Colin. Clean him and take him to the bathroom. Offer him the steam bath and join him in the jacuzzi." Jack caressed Colin's forehead again. "You okay, son? Hope you liked the full service. The rest of the swim-team is doing some weight-training in the gym. I'm sure they would like to meet you for some fun in the jacuzzi!" Mr Jack grinned. Colin could hardly answer. With closed eyes, he tried to lick spunk from around his lips.
Colin slept through the brothers' pre-supper drinks. Coming to the third ice-cold gin-tonic Bill thought he should take a look to see if his young lover was recovering from the afternoon event in the massage studio.
"Ready for some food, baby?" Bill kissed the sleeping Colin's forehead.
"Why did you wake me up, Dad? I had such a sexy dream!" Colin yawned.
"I can see that. The sheet is tenting!" Bill cupped Colin's stiffy. "Tell me about your dream. Hot, eh?"
"I was fucked by a whole football team in the middle of a football field, and you were the referee, Dad! Very hotÉbut stop, I have to pee." Colin placed his arms around Bill's neck and pulled him close before he gave him a long-lasting deep kiss. "You were all in black, Daddy, and instead of the whistle you had a whip."
"Did I whip you, son? Not very erotic, eh?" Bill acted surprised.
"No, you whipped all the players, and your huge cock could be seen through the shorts. You were damn sexy! That's when you woke me up." Colin threw the sheet aside and jumped naked out of bed. His cockhead was glistening wet in the light from the window.
"Hurry up, love. Your uncle is waiting with food and wine, and he is horny as a devil tonight. I've showed him the porn movie you shot in London!" Bill was adjusting his own tenting.
"The one with the black giants?" Colin asked. "Made him horny Ð cool!" Colin hurried to the toilet.
Colin was not at all happy for the situation. He was cuffed and locked up in a sort of cell in the old garage. And Bill had cock-caged him after he had told him the full story about his massage. "I think you have cum enough for one day," had been his reasoning.
Colin guessed the brothers had been discussing the evening while he had been away, and making Colin ultra-horny and longing for brotherly cocks was for certain part of the planning. The cock-cage Bill forced Colin to wear was not brought to Australia by him, so it must come from Ruairidh's own collection.
The massage visit and the chastity device were not mentioned during the supper, but Colin felt that there was excitement in the air. The brothers had added plenty of wine to the before-dinner drinks, and both of them had indulged in some very macho ball scratching.
After the meal Bill had ordered Colin to do his evening ablutions and dress in a thong only. He had been told to stay in the bedroom until he was called to join them in the old garage at the bottom of the house. The tight metal cock-cage had made it difficult for him both to piss and to clean up, but the worst thing was that he was damned horny for the coming night in the garage, and his tiny cock had no room for expansion.
When Bill arrived half an hour later dressed in a leather outfit, Colin guessed that some sort of role-play would follow. He had become even more certain when Bill had blindfolded him for the trip downstairs.
From the cell, that probably had been a sort of tool cabinet originally, Colin had a good view of the whole garage. Bill had done a bad job with the blindfold. One old car was by the gate, and parts of another old car were placed in a side room. Car tyres and wheel rims, and a lot of equipment for repairs covered the walls. In the middle of the room was a double set of hoists. The chains had been lowered. From the roof hung a sort of swing, probably made for children, but the swing equipment just now was well known to Colin after his visits to European dungeons.
Colin tried to adjust his cock-cage Ð not easy when cuffed. He heard the voices of Bill and his older brother when they entered the garage, but he could not see them. Either they were drunk or just pretending. Colin grinned. His dad was a worse actor than himself. The two sat down not far from Colin, but he still couldn't see them. He heard the sound of beer bottles being opened.
"You often have to cage him?" Ruairidh's voice was unclear.
"No, not often. Colin hates it!" Bill just whispered. Colin struggled to follow the conversation.
"But do you let him spunk off every time you fuck him?"
"Of course, we are partners. We are equal."
"But isn't a bottom guy just a service guy? To give his master pleasure!"
"Perhaps your call-boys are. Maybe you treat them like sluts, but not my baby-boy. No."
Colin was sweating in the hot, confined room. He blushed when he heard his dad call him `baby-boy'.
"Why did you cage him tonight then? Because of a silly orgy in a bathtub? Have you grown softer, brother, or are you jealous perhaps? You would love to take part in something like that, I guess. Plenty of young Australian meat, eh?" Ruairidh drank up and belched.
"He's caged for your pleasure, brother. He's all yours tonight, you know. But damn, make sure there is no broken skin. Don't be like Archie. You remember the sore butts he gave us in the so-called good old days?" Bill had stopped the whispering. He was very distinct now.
Colin tried to stay serious when the brothers opened the cell and dragged him out on the dirty floor. He thought about the dream he'd had that afternoon Ð Bill dressed like a football referee. In black leather shorts and boots he was sexy and tough, but he was still his loving father playing a role. Ruairidh was more like a dungeon master Ð black leather thong, harness and a black mask that partly covered his face. The two whips that hung from his belt were creepy enough.
The brothers brought Colin to the middle of the room and cuffed his wrists to the chains. Ruairidh worked the automatic hoist. The boy was lifted by his arms, but lowered a bit so his feet just hit the floor again. The blindfold had loosened and Ruairidh now placed it tight around Colin's neck like a collar.
"You ready to please me, son?" Ruairidh pinched Colin's nipples with fingers like pliers. Colin screamed at the sudden pain. "I didn't hear you," said Ruairidh. "Will you be my toy tonight?" The man pinched the erect nipples again.
"Aye, Boss! Aye. I'm all yours, sir." Tears dripped down Colin's cheeks. A wet spot spread through the tip of the thong that covered the chastity cage. "Please fuck me, sir. Please fuck me hard! Please make me cum."
A hard spank from a flat hand landed on Colin's buttocks. The chains were shaking and Colin's feet lifted from the floor. Another hard spank followed.
"Don't tell me what to do, kid! If I'm pleased, I will let you cum! You understand?" A third spank followed - not that hard his time.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, Boss! I understand". Colin felt that his arms had gone limp.
Boss loosened the whip from his belt. "Strip off his thong, Willy!" Bill's big brother was in command. Bill went close to Colin and helped him to get rid of the skimpy underwear. The little cock was red inside the steel condom, and pre-cum had filled the pouch. He gave the wet and musty thong to Ruairidh, who sniffed and licked the red JustColin item. Bill caressed Colin's body Ð his nipples and his sore butt.
"Please, Dad. Sorry, Dad. Free my dick please, and please let me cum, Dad. I'mÉahh!" Colin stopped when Ruairidh pinched his balls.
"Plenty of good stuff here, boy, but we have to heat him a bit, don't you think Willy?" The first stroke hit Colin's butt and then the second. Another hit his upper legs and yet another hit between his lower buttocks, close to his scrotum.
The whip was soft and broke no skin, but Colin screamed, and the sound from him and the sound from the whip hitting the flesh made a very special noise in basement-like room.
Bill knew the theatrical screaming and he saw the pre-cum dripping, so he knew Colin was still in good hands. Now he went up to his son with a bottle of olive oil, and oiled the young body from neck to feet, with special service for his sore and red butt. Together the two men played with Colin's body. With oily fingers the big-brother opened Colin's boy-cunt before he fucked him with the whip handle. Colin moaned with lust when the handle hit his love button. Bill saw that the cock-cage troubled Colin but he waited. His brother was in charge that night.
Boss was standing in front of Colin with a rattan cane. "You know this, Colin? Our dad's favourite instrument for teaching little Willy how to behave!" he said, looked at Bill and grinned. "I guess your Colin will enjoy the stinging sensation!" He tested the rattan in the air before he hit Colin across the naked buttocks. Colin just opened his mouth in a silent cry.
"Stop it, bastards. Stop it!" The door was almost torn down as young Paul burst into the room. "What the hell is going on?" The youngster yelled and hurried up to Colin.
"Are you okay, Colin?" Paul hugged the oily body.
"I'm fine, but I'm not happy to be caged. I really want to cum, but these gentlemen think I'm dry!" Colin grinned.
"Release him, Paul. The cage is not locked Ð it's just fun!" Bill put an arm around the fair long-haired boy.
"Lower him, Boss! Please." Paul was less harsh in his voice when he addressed his grandfather this time.
Paul opened the cage with trembling fingers, and managed to free Colin from the cock-ring as well. He smiled when he watched Colin's red dick being filled with blood. In seconds the small pride was rock-hard and dripping. Paul fell on his knees and without shyness took the dick in his mouth. Colin's fucking movements encouraged the boy to do a good job.
The two brothers looked at each other and winked. Without a word, they had a new plan.
"Stop that baby-sucking, Paul. I know you are more a man than this!" Both Colin and Paul looked at Ruairidh with questioning eyes. "Come here, Colin. Sit on my lap." The man sat down on a huge bench. He placed Colin in front of him, with his back to his own chest, and lifted Colin's legs. "Colin is mine tonight, but you may open him for me, son! Come on. Undress him, Willy!"
Bill stripped Paul of his singlet and shorts, and since the kid was commando, he was naked in seconds. The lad displayed a cock double the size of Colin's. The 20 cm (8 inch) brown-headed boner was pointing upwards through a bush of fair pubic hair.
"Fuck him, lad. Not your first, I know!" Boss commanded the youngster. "Grease him, Willy!" Bill played with young Paul's cock until it was dripping with olive oil. Then he helped him to find Colin's half-open cunt. Paul's not too thick rod made no mistake. He bottomed in his new Scottish friend without problems. The brothers let the youngsters fuck like rabbits while they behaved like hunters. They knew there would be new possibilities later.
Paul was a stayer after all. Colin had been close to cumming inside the cage, so he was soon ready to show the old men that he had recovered from the drenching earlier that day.
"I'm cumming, Boss. Yeah, yeah, you are a great fucker, Paul!" Hands-free Colin started erupting like a geyser, and moments later Paul withdrew and jerked his teen-cock all over Colin's body. White boy-milk dripped down to the black male-boots.
When the boys were about to relax, they were roughly separated. A naked, and very erect Bill lifted Paul in his arms and carried him to the swing.
Ruairidh commanded Colin to lick the spunk from his boots, and then he asked to be stripped. Ready to be served by his brother's son and lover, he carried the youngster into his old office.
"I have never had a cock inside my arse." Paul smiled when Bill finger-fucked him in the swing. "And I never will! But Boss told me that you liked cock when you were younger. You will allow me? I don't have Boss' size, but my mates never complain." Paul used two hands and four fingers to open Bill's hairy entrance.
"Not bad, Willy!" Ruairidh sat on the old office sofa. He handed his brother a beer.
"Not bad at all, Bro!" Bill answered.
"The rabbits have taken your bed, Willy, but I have a double. We will be comfortable!" Ruairidh lifted the bottle and drank his beer.
To be continued