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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 85 Ê Ê(Crete - Santorini - Spartan night - exploring with Bill) Ê It was still very hot when Colin woke up. Tryfon slept beside him with an arm around his upper body. It was all dark. Colin tried to find out where he was. He was not in a hotel room, and he was almost naked. There was a strange smell around - a smell of animals - and he could also hear the sound of something moving around. Tryfon was far away in dreamland but Colin was happy for the hot body beside him. He looked at his watch, tried to find the time in the dark.
"Six o'clock!" he said, a bit frustrated. The animals below responded with bleating. From a peephole above he saw the night turning into day. Tryfon's breathing comforted his neck. He tried to move. The sound of broken straw told him that he was sleeping at the top of a byre, or something similar. He put a searching hand on Tryfon's body. The lad was naked as well, just a small blanket partly covered the two. Colin grinned in the darkness when he felt Tryfon's morning hard-on. Again he looked at the time, and sat up in a hurry.
"Tryfon, wake up! We have to be at the harbour before eight o'clock! The ship remember - Santorini. They are waiting for us." Colin rubbed his eyes.
"Take it easy, buddy. We'll manage, I have the bike. Let's take a shower now and look for some food. I'm sure Grandma is awake and she'll have some breakfast for us." Again the young beauty found Colin's upper body and placed a wet kiss on his neck.
"Why are we here? I can't remember. I remember Opa fucked me again and I remember I danced naked in the moonlight, but after that?" Colin tried to remember the end of the previous night's party.
"Everybody wanted to serve you drinks, Colin. I think you had too much raki. Opa carried you upstairs and I didn't want you to be alone. I have used this loft myself every summer since I was a kid. You're horny, eh?" Tryfon found Colin's small stiffy and gave him some wanks.
"Always. I could do with a morning fuck. You are damn hard yourself even though you fucked me to heaven twice last night!" Colin gave Tryfon's cock a real squeeze. "But we'd better try to find the professors before they send the police out to search for me!"
The outdoor shower, in not too cold water, made the two youngsters wake up, and the huge cup of coffee and the freshly baked bread with honey and cheese, gave them energy for a new day. Colin, just dressed in shorts and t-shirt and with a rucksack on his back, clung to Tryfon's waist when they hurried down the bends from the village to the coastal road.
Twenty minutes later Colin walked into the lobby in Rethymnon's ferry terminal carrying papers, tickets and information as if he had just strolled from the hotel after a normal breakfast.
"Professor Lorenzo hoped you could take control, Colin. He is a bit unwell this morning, and you know the party and everything!" Pavlov, the Greek-American professor from Sheffield grinned.
"Well, last time I saw him he was into a Zorba dance with some crazy Swedish tourists. I think he had many rakis himself." Colin turned to the fellow students who waited by the entrance.
"Morning, guys! I hope you are ready for a trip to what many people believe are the remains of the lost `Atlantis'. The Greek calls the island Thira, but in the tourist information publications it's called Santorini. The ferry is a bit slow so it will take at least five hours to cross over to the island. The wind can be a bit strong at times but the weather looks fine today. We'll have a solid Greek breakfast in an hour and we are free to use deckchairs and act as ordinary tourists this morning." Colin put an arm around Tryfon's shoulder. The young lad blushed. He had just arrived, now all in white. "Tryfon here has organised the visit for us when we reach Santorini."
"Have you rented donkeys for us?" One of the youngsters pointed at the front of the tourist paper.
"No, no, they are for the American ladies!" Tryfon answered. "I think we are fit enough to climb the steps to the top of the volcano's remains."
A deep horn sound from the boat was the signal that the entrance to the old-fashioned ferry had opened.
"What happened to you last night?" Professor Lorenzo, called Adam by his friends, asked as he placed himself tight behind Colin at the railing. After organising the meal, Colin had found a shelter from the breeze. Adam looked around and saw they were alone. He caressed Colin's body with both hands. One hand found the nipples underneath the light t-shirt, the other hand searched the front of the boy's navy-blue shorts and found the bulge. In seconds his student responded to the touching with a rock-hard dick.
"I was dancing, you know, and then I lost you two. You liked those Swedish youngsters, didn't you, sir? You left with their bus, I think." Colin turned his face and grinned.
"Nice guys, yes, but I missed you. I had hoped for a hot evening, or a hot night." Adam now slid one hand down into Colin's shorts and found his balls. He squeezed them while he breathed heavily onto his neck.
"Sorry if I let you down, professor, but I am sure both you and Pavlov had a great night without me. What if I give you some compensation today?" Colin spread his legs and pushed back a little. The professor's hard erection was pressing into the boy's crack. A quick movement, and the man turned Colin around to face him. A wet, hot and searching mouth found the student's lips in a deep French kiss.
"You want me to suck you, sir?" Colin was about to open the man's belt.
"Too risky, too risky!" However he looked around as if he seriously thought about accepting the offer.
"I missed you last night, sir. I was afraid the Swedish guys made you forget your sex partner from up north," Colin whispered with a hoarse voice.
"I'm glad to be with you today, Colin. More than glad!" Without more explanation he stripped Colin of his sleeveless t-shirt. He bent down to suck and bite Colin's erect nubs. The sudden treatment made the youngster both laugh and moan.
"You are horny, sir. You need me now, don't you? And I was in a hurry this morning - no fuck, so my balls are filled." Colin found his professor's hand and almost dragged him across the windy deck and pushed him against a metal door. The slim, well-tanned man in his early fifties, looked much younger. His dark hair was blowing in the wind, and the small black beard had almost disappeared. Again the professor looked around to see if they were alone before he gave Colin his wet lips, and his killing tongue. Women's laughter was heard in the distance and the professor froze.
"Yes, I'm horny, for sure. And you are horny as always, I hope!" The professor found Colin's boner inside the shorts. "What's behind this door?" He opened the door and saw that the room was filled with deck chairs and mattresses. Now he helped Colin inside before he blocked the entrance with a chair.
In a hurry he grabbed the waistband of Colin's shorts and pulled them down in one movement. Without proper underwear, Colin was now naked but for the tight thong, which was wet in the front from his excitement.
Adam knelt in front of Colin and licked the wet part of the pouch. He sucked and used his teeth, and soon the stiff wet cock left the tight shelter of the thong and went into the waiting mouth. The hard suck and the sudden experience made Colin wriggle like a worm.
With both hands, the man parted Colin's buttocks and found the entrance. "I want to fuck you, Colin, right here and now! You will allow me?" Adam looked upon him with a begging attitude.
"You are almost doing it, sir. Your hands are almost fucking me. Go on, fulfil your desires and give me your cock, but take command and make me cum too." Colin almost dragged his professor from the floor and pulled down his fly. The 20 cm (8 inch) tool was already pointing upwards. Colin went on and pulled down the man's jeans and underwear. The fully-erect Latin cock, with a glistening pink cockhead, was ready for action.
The man turned Colin around and forced him down on the stack of mattresses. He kicked Colin's legs apart and he pressed his upper body and head down. He licked his own fingers and spat in Colin's arsecrack.
"I have lip balm in my pocket," Colin said. "Use it as lube, and let me suck your fingers, please."
Adam did what he was told and greased the entrance with the stick before he greased his own cock with spit. Very excited, he finger-fucked Colin with one hand while he spanked the round globes with the other.
"Ready, boy!" Adam wanked his boner with a spit-wet hand and placed the cockhead between Colin's arse cheeks.
"Go on, sir. And be a real master!" Colin said without lifting his head.
Adam Lorenzo took the signal from his student and rammed his very hard cock all the way inside in a single thrust. Colin's scream filled the shelter. The professor stopped. "Okay, son?" Adam was worried.
"I asked for it, so please finish now. We don't have the whole day, so do me hard. Make me howl again, please. Aaaah!" Colin stopped talking. Adam deep-fucked him, again, and again, without mercy.
"Yes, yes, you are good, Adam. Good, sir. More. More! I want to cum, cum, please!" Colin tried to wiggle his butt, but the professor was too tough. Now Adam rotated his cock inside the swollen boy-cunt and gave him a heavy prostate massage.
"Fuck, yeah, ah, ahhhh!" Colin started his hands-free eruption. Boy-milk hit the deck. Volley after volley left his boy-cock, as if he would never stop. At the same time, he tried to squeeze his professor's cock with his arse muscles. But Adam was stronger. He pulled his cock out, turned Colin around rather brutally, and forced him down on his knees. A few wanks and the professor fed the open mouth his huge load of man-cream. Some hit the boy's face and some dripped from one of his eyelashes. Colin tried to swallow, and in the end he had the man's cock inside his mouth for sucking, licking and cleaning.
"That was excellent, sir. I do like it best when you take command." Colin rose and found the man's lips and tongue. They kissed with passion and the professor licked the dripping spunk that covered parts of Colin's face.
"Something is wrong with this door!" A loud voice was heard, while more women giggled. "I'll find another key and bring you chairs." No one was outside when Colin and his professor left after getting dressed.
"Pavlov and Tryfon will organise the visit, but please meet us at the viewpoint, Colin, and give the group a short lecture about the Minoan theories," Professor Lorenzo said as tried to fix Colin's dark curly hair.
The boat was moored below a steep entrance in the volcanic landscape. And as Tryfon had told the students in the morning, lazy cruise tourist were brought to the top by donkeys who protested both at the heat and the heavy passengers. Colin was happy to climb the path after Tryfon had delivered water to everybody. The sun was hot and the temperature more than 35 degrees.
Colin was the first to reach the viewpoint and found a stone to stand on to deliver a short speech.
"Welcome to famous Santorini," Colin began. "Or let me use the name `Stroggili." That was the name of the round single island before the volcanic eruption around 1600 BCE. There is still volcanic activity here. You have read for sure Plato's story about the sudden disappearance of an advanced civilisation. You are near the famous Atlantis!"
"You believe that story, Colin?" A redhead youngster shouted out when Colin finished speaking.
"You answer yourself. Your theory is as good as anyone else's. Open up, be a mystery-seeker, fall in love with the landscape and the white and blue buildings, buy a bottle of the local wine, and find peace. Find peace, here on the island of love!" Colin ended his lecture.
"Good work, Colin!" Tryfon placed a hand on Colin's shoulder.
"Time for us to continue!" Pavlov touched Adam's arm. "I think our assistants need a break now."
"But remember the departure time, guys. We'll not keep the ship waiting for you!" The professor waived the two youngsters off.
Tryfon found a taxi for the short drive down to Thera where he ran in front of Colin and entered a waiting boat. Onboard was around twelve men, of different ages and nationalities. The pair found seats and were ordered to put on some life jackets. The speedboat, captained by a suntanned Greek, headed north-east.
"We are going to the famous Koloumpos beach," Tryfon whispered next to Colin. "Koloumpos Beach is one of the longest and most secluded beaches in Santorini, and I know a special spot."
Colin knew from his internet research that this beach was the most visited naturist beach on the island. "The beach where all the old American ladies go?" Colin grinned. "Not my favourite company!"
"Just wait and see!" The flat-bottomed boat stopped at the far end of the beach - a beach that featured black pebbles and had the clearest water Colin had even seen.
"Remember to leave your life vests onboard!" the captain shouted. "I have water for sale and remember to put sunblock on your balls and bottoms. The sun is really strong out here. I'll be back in one hour." The men jumped into the water. Some acted like Tryfon and stripped off their shorts before they jumped. Butt naked, they yelled and crossed onto the warm sand.
Colin, who loved nudity, but also could be shy if there were girls or ladies around, saw that this beach was a special one. Not a girl around, but men of all ages and sizes. Colin followed Tryfon's example and stripped completely. Suddenly he felt a bit embarrassed. Tryfon was a real Latin guy, well-tanned, and with a nicely trimmed black bush above his Kenny-size cock. Even flaccid, it was impressive. Colin was pale. He hadn't been in France yet this summer and his pubic hair had been shaved for the last underwear performance. And the most embarrassing - the stripping in front of Tryfon who had given him such hot sex the last two nights, gave him a sudden hard-on like a horny teenager undressing in the gym
"You look like a Greek statue!" Tryfon said without a grin.
"Aye, my cock is just right for a Greek statue!" Colin teased. "But it's not broken like most of the small cocks in the museums. I want to swim. It's damn hot here!"
"Let me give you some sunblock first. You can be burned in the water as well, and your skin is like a maiden girl's!" Now Tryfon grinned. "Kneel!"
Colin did what Tryfon said and the Greek's hot hands put cream all over his body. "I'd better cream up my cock and balls myself, or I'll shoot my load in front of all these men. You are damn hot, Tryfon. You tease me, and you know it. Yeah?" Colin received the tube of cream and used it on his balls and on his dripping hot cock.
"You want to suck me, Tryfon, here and now? We could give the nearest twenty guys a show, eh?"
"Better to test the water, don't you think?" Tryfon went up on his knees. Colin smiled when he saw the 25 cm (almost 10 inch) stallion-cock. Ten metres only to the water and no scandal so far. The cock-play in the clear water was just teasing, but there were a lot of spectators around.
Colin was on his way for a pee in the bushes when he saw that three men - grownup ones - followed him with webcams. At first he was a bit irritated, but then Colin the exhibitionist' replaced Colin the shy'. He pissed in private, but on his way back he performed, and three photographers grew to double the number. Soon he was asked to turn around and to lift his arms, and to spread his legs.
"Thank you, guys. I think I need another swim!" Colin headed for the towel where Tryfon had witnessed the beach show. He was followed by a man in his fifties, more Italian-looking than Greek. Colin stopped.
"Sorry for interrupting - and a great show by the way." The man was quite hairy and had some tattoos. His cock was a real man-cock and Colin thought of his own Bill. "Are you the `JustColin' model?" the man asked.
"How did you recognise me?" Colin was curious.
"Well, first I saw your sexy underwear when you stripped. Then I recognised you from a show in Milan - two shows to be honest. I'm a friend and colleague of Sergio, you see, the Milan photographer. He went with you, I think, to the second show."
"I only had one show in Milan this year, butÉ." Colin stopped. "Maybe you went to the club show where I showed off my sexy gear afterwards?"
"Yes, exactly!" Colin saw that the man was about to get a solid erection. "Maybe you want a selfie with me?" Colin asked. The man nodded.
"Better let my friend take a picture of us!" Colin said, and shortly afterwards he asked Tryfon for help.
"The boat will soon be back. You want another swim?" Tryfon ended the JustColin performance, and the model was happy to revert to incognito.
"Have you ever watched your cum spreading in the clear salt water?" Colin asked. He was being teased Tryfon with one hand playing with his nipples while the other hand had fucked him. "It's like art, real art. If you go on playing with my arsehole and my nubs I'll show you!"
Colin swam backwards and then stopped. The water was motionless and clear when he shot his first load, and then the second, and the third. The white cream zoomed like a geyser before falling into the clear water. He gasped when his head was above the surface. "Your turn!" Colin said and dived again and sucked his new friend to climax in the clear water. Tryfon's cum spread more like a volcano. Colin dived down and hugged the Greek boy who just had witnessed that a hot cumming could be art.
"I'm sorry, but the boat is coming and we have to hurry for the return to Crete!" Tryfon hurried in front of Colin and found their shared towel.
The coming days were filled with excursions and visits all over the island and another adventurous tour back to Knossos. Colin chatted with Bill every afternoon. The two looked forward to seeing each other on this island where Bill had lived out some hippie months just after his brother had left for Australia and his good friend Archie had been `deported' to South Africa. Bill had told Colin about his protests and freedom fights against parents, family and society, and his happy flower-power life in a tent village at the southern edge of this island. Colin sensed that his dad had become jealous when he had told him about young Tryfon who had taken Kenny's place in his hostel bed the last few nights.
"So my dear young lover has found a new boyfriend again!" had been Bill's pained expression when they had chatted online. "Thought you didn't fancy them that young. The old professors bore you already?" he had added. Colin hadn't commented. He would tell his lover and dad about the hot events with Professor Lorenzo and Professor Pavlov later on.
"Boarding!" Colin and Pavlos waved off the students led by Professor Lorenzo. They would take a short plane ride to Athens and meet another international group for further Greek studies.
"They were happy!" Colin said. He had been hugged and kissed both by boys and girls. "And the group had good times together," he added. "No frictions between the students from Glasgow and the ones from your university." Colin placed a hand on Pavlov's lower arm. "Your assistant has done a tremendous job."
"Yes, and he is very good in bed, isn't he?" Pavlov grinned.
"You will miss him perhaps?" Colin shot back.
"Of course! But I have no chance when a professional model climbs onto the stage." Pavlov turned and squeezed Colin's round globes.
"Said the sexiest professor in England!" Colin responded. He let one hip touch the more than sixty-year old Greek-American macho man. The heat met them like opening a hot oven when they left the terminal building.
"Tryfon said he would meet me with his bike. Better than cars in all this traffic. You have some private business, you said, sir? Would have loved your company, you know. I've been like a monk today and could do with a real fuck."
"Are you serious, Colin? Thought you were resting for your Dad's arrival tomorrow." Pavlov stopped and put an arm on Colin's shoulder. "But Tryfon?"
"He talked about girls tonight, and you know, he's a teenager when it comes to sex. Up and down like a warrior. I need more than that - a slow bulldozer that turns into a Ferrari. But here he is!" Colin waved to the youngster on the red bike that stopped in front of them. Colin blushed. His dad had called Tryfon his boyfriend, and damn, he was sexy, spreading his brown light hairy thighs around the glistening machine as if he made love to his bike. And Colin knew he had the power to bring this partly-straight guy to heaven again, and again and again!
"Wait a second, guys. I will call you in half an hour. Take a drink and slow down!" Pavlov gave the youngsters a thumbs-up before they entered the afternoon traffic.
"You care for a Spartan night, Colin?" Pavlov had called him on his phone. The two youngsters had just received cold drinks at a local taverna.
"Spartan night?" Colin answered and looked at Tryfon who whistled.
"Yes, very sexy set-up, and you'll be my slave in a local dungeon!" The professor sounded eager.
"Slave - dungeon?" Colin repeated. Again he looked at Tryfon who nodded and used one hand to grope his bulge.
"Just me, or Tryfon as well?" Asked Colin.
"Tryfon's too soft!" Pavlov answered. Colin did not repeat that.
"I will meet you at the hostel at ten o'clock - do not drink too much - andÉ" Pavlov took a break as if he was really excited - "Let Tryfon take care of his girlfriend tonight!"
"That's my business, sir!" Colin was very sharp. "But thanks for invitation." He was softer now.
"And no need for clothes, is that so? I'll see you, sir!" Colin heard a sort of applause - then the phone call was cut.
"Cheers, Colin!" Tryfon lifted his glass. "You will have a night to remember!"
"Cheers, drive me to the hostel please. And fuck the shit out of me, you hear me!" Colin found Tryfon's heavy bulge. He looked around and then he found his young friend's mouth. Two girls at the next table whistled. Colin couldn't give a damn and left the table hand in hand with the Cretan beauty.
It was fully dark when Colin and Pavlov left the main road, and there were no road lights when they followed a gravel road uphill. They finished up in front of an unlit group of stone houses.
"Looks like an abandoned farm or something," Colin said.
"That's what it is. I think it was a huge chicken farm once, but it's been closed since I visited the island for the first time." Pavlov rounded a sort of tower and was suddenly inside a yard. Colin could see the shapes of a lot of cars, and even some very modern bikes. "The only poultry up here now is the fighting-cocks brought here once in a while."
"Is that legal?" Colin asked. He saw a man with a torch in front of them.
"I don't know, I'm not into that business. The man there looks after the cars for a small tip." Pavlov knew the rules and handed the man some coins.
"Far from your normal business, my dear professor," Colin thought, but said nothing.
The first room looked like a changing room in a cheap hostel, with tagged boxes and numbered hooks on the walls. The smell was not delightful. "Please give me your clothes, your wallet and your phone, Colin. We put it all in my bag."
Pavlov had brought a small bag and now he stripped down to white briefs. Colin admired the impressive bulge and the man's sporty abdomen. Now Pavlov very quickly put on an off-white woollen tunic.
"I thought men of your age and dignity would use a longer garment," Colin commented and started to remove the sporty gear he was wearing.
"I'm probably the oldest here, but last time it was like a sauna inside!" He looked at Colin who still wore his JustColin jockstrap. "You have to be fully naked, son. You know the rules for the Spartan `gymnopaedia' - no clothes winter or summer."
Colin knew that in Spartan society, sports and physical training were deeply integrated with military preparations. And they trained and competed in sports naked. This practice emphasised physical fitness, discipline and endurance, and was considered a way to display strength and readiness for battle.
"But you said I should be your slave tonight, not a warrior!" Colin argued.
"Yes, and you will be my personal slave. Nobody can touch you without my permission, and I can do with you whatever I want, even sell you, or punish you hard. The other young men here today are freed slaves into their state training and have to obey any free citizen. Strip now, and I'll prepare your cock." Pavlov tried to act serious and Colin loved the set-up, but now he was a bit confused.
"You have three options. Normally you should have your cock in a `dog leash' but I don't think you have foreskin enough for that. Some slaveholders use needles to cover their slave's glans." He stopped. Colin shivered. "So I have brought a cock-cage for you, not too tight, to let you have some pleasure!" Pavlov grinned. Colin was not at all happy for the cock-cage, but let the professor put his cock inside the metal tube.
Pavlov saw that young Colin suddenly was stressed. He almost knelt in front of him and kissed him. "Relax, love. It's just fun. We both will end up with dry balls, ok?" Pavlos kissed him again. "Come on now. I'll let the men meet my beauty, and let the Spartan boys be envious. The master of the show will take care of us." He fitted a leash to Colin's cockcage and lead him into the Spartan `gymnopaedia'.
"Welcome, Colin. You look more like an Athenian model than a Spartan slave, but I'll see what we can manage during the night." The man at the entrance pinched Colin's both of nipples using four fingers, hard enough to bring tears to the boy's eyes and make his cock harden inside the metal cover.
The room was filled with shouting and laughter by somewhere between 12 and 15 wine-drinking men, dressed in Spartan clothes. Colin was surprised because the room was quite narrow and very hot. In the middle of the room, he saw something that looked like a boxing arena, but instead of a raised podium the arena was a bit lower than the floor and the viewers more or less hung over a wall instead of more normal ropes.
The arena was brightly lit from above and made it difficult for Colin to see the walls in the room. When his eyes had adjusted, he was almost scared. Around the walls, on rustic wooden structures like crosses and poles stood or hung the naked slaves. All of them were cuffed with spread legs. Some were handcuffed with hands above their head, and even some had a metal collar around their upper bodies or neck locked to the wall.
The master led Colin and Pavlov around the room as if making some sort of presentation and allowed the audience to touch and grope the new slave. Colin's eyes went from the men, some quite young and some middle aged, to the slaves who, as Pavlov had told him, were either in kynodesme' or in cock cages. Each slave had a white number painted on the right thigh. Colin checked 1 - 12. Two crosses' were empty.
"Must be for the guys that are performing just now," he thought, and looked at the sweating guys who lifted each other and used their partner as training weights, letting hands and fingers find any body opening or human handle possible. In a way the whole show was like a hot standing 69 sex show. Colin noticed that both slaves had lost their cock-leashes and both were sporting heavy hard-ons.
The man who took them inside finally opened a sort of animal stall and placed Colin inside. "You lock him up!" he ordered Pavlov. From his tunic the man found a marker pen and wrote number 13 on Colin's right upper leg.
The boss jumped into the arena and clapped his hands. Applause was heard when he gave both guys some hard hand spanks. "Stop acting like Athenian girls - show that you are Spartan warriors." He ended with some tough groping of the two hard cocks. "And keep your milk until you get permission to release it!" The two guys jumped over the fence. They were taken care of by their masters and locked up against the wall.
Again the boss called for attention. He lifted a small box and let two members of the audience draw a card. "5 and 9!" he shouted, and was met by both booing and applause. Colin could see a sort of old-fashioned wheel of fortune on the opposite wall. A young boy, not naked, but in a tight thong, spun the wheel. The mark was obvious - `freestyle wrestling.'
The next five minutes was almost a madhouse, screaming and shouting and arguing. "It's just the betting!" Pavlov whispered to Colin. "The winner gives the slave owner a lot of money and some goes to the slave as well."
"And the loser?" Colin asked.
"Wait and see!" was Pavlov's answer.
The owners presented the two candidates during the betting round, but for Colin it seemed like in a very strange way. One of them hit his slave in the face with an open hand twice and shouted, "Wake up, wake up!" The other used a hard fist to hit the slave's belly. The young man seemed to be prepared and took the fist well. He flexed his muscles before the hard strokes, and just grinned when the hard fist hit his body.
The show calmed a bit when a man dressed in a longer robe went into the rink. He carried a long cane and was obviously the judge. The match started. Colin understood that this was not a play - it was a real match between the two slaves. When the action slowed down the judge used the stick, and he used it hard. Strokes were visible on the sweating bodies. Colin, who had witnessed both freestyle wrestling and Thai-boxing at home, found this show very tough. It became obvious that one of the slaves couldn't take more, and even when hit by the cane, he couldn't rise, but remained on the ground.
The owners entered the stage and the winner had his arm raised. "Give me a prize!" the man shouted.
"What's going on now?" Colin whispered.
"He's selling him for the night," Pavlov answered. "But he doesn't have to accept the payment. He can set his own price, and take care of things himself."
"You mean - fuck him?" Colin understood that this was a combination of sport, money and sex.
A short time later the owner led the winner to a middle-aged man outside the rink.
"What now?" Colin was both excited and curious.
"Well, he has a sex partner for the night, but the action has to take place here. There are some small rooms like your stall, but during night all the sex will be in public.
The loser was now standing in the middle of the stage with his head bowed. "You know the price for not being tough enough?" the owner shouted.
"Yes, sir. Harden me, sir. For Sparta!" The youngster went to the back wall and placed his hands on the top. He spread his legs and pushed his butt out. His owner was handed a whip by the judge. Colin knew that type of whip well. It was tough enough, it burned like fire, but normally the skin wouldn't break. Colin had received treatment with that kind of whip many times both in shows and at home in the playroom. He could take it as part of a sex game, but he wasn't happy to see the other youngster being punished. Not a sound, but the whistling of the whip, not even a yell or a moan from the youngster. Colin closed his eyes and counted - 5 and a break and then 5 more.
"Turn!" A sharp order. The slave turned around, spread his legs and placed his hands behind his neck. The owner loosened the boy's leash and let the long thin cock, with very visible foreskin, have full freedom. Again the whip hit the body, his nipples, his lower torso and his upper legs. Finally the stroke hit the balls and cock. Colin could see that these last strokes were a bit softer, but he also saw some grimaces on the boy's face.
"Next time you win!" the man shouted.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. For Sparta!" The youngster spoke loud and clear, and was standing before his owner.
"He's for sale too," Pavlov whispered. "Maybe I should bid for him. He looks sexy!" Colin saw that his professor was teasing him.
The speaker started a second round. The result was a stick fight, and the third round was oil wrestling, before mud was spread on the arena. A new draw and Colin wondered if he would be one chosen. He looked around and watched how the freed boys were treated. Some sucked their masters, others were openly wanked and finger-fucked. Many in the audience had obvious hard-ons and were playing with their own bulges.
Colin looked at Pavlov who had been next to the arena during the last fight. Now he was back beside him in the stall. He showed signs of excitement.
"Give me your cock, sir. Let me suck you sir, I don't think they have my number." Colin sounded disappointed. "This cage is killing me!" He tried to lift the cockcage with his own hips as his cock tried to harden inside the steel cover. With both hands and feet cuffed it was not easy for him to turn to one side, but he managed. The professor answered Colin's invitation through a hole in the side of the stall. Last time Colin sucked Pavlov was out in the wilderness with Tryfon, and the last time he sucked a man through a glory-hole was in a gay bar in Budapest. That time he didn't know the man he sucked, but now he did the sucking job with all his skill.
He started to suck clean Pavlov's cockhead, the taste of pre-cum and excitement was obvious. Then he managed to tighten his mouth and allowed Pavlov to mouth-fuck him. The long, thin cock made it possible, but the wooden hole wasn't good, and Colin was in obvious discomfort trying to serve his aged professor.
"13!" The call was like a knife. Colin withdrew from Pavlov's mouth and the man did his best to rearrange his tunic and his erection.
"I think this Athenian-looking boy is here for the first time. You want to see him treated the Spartan way?" The speaker grinned when he looked from Colin to the cheering and booing audience, now shouting a common "Yeah."
"You choose the tools while I hang him!" The man talked to Pavlov. He went up to the fortune-wheel and turned a button. Metal chains were lowered from the ceiling. Some whistling was heard when Colin was locked to the chains and then lifted so that only his toes touched the floor.
"I think these sexy nubs need some treatment!" Again the man squeezed Colin's nubs with his fingernails as he had done on his arrival. This time Colin was ready so he took the pain as foreplay. The man went aside and Pavlov showed the public two crocodile clamps. Like a real showman he opened the spring to show the teeth' on each side of the clamps and then let them snap shut with a metallic sound. The old teacher pleased his pupils. The first clamp killed' the left nipple, the second followed. Colin shivered and a small howl was heard - not from Colin, but from one of the kneeling slaves.
"You like that, don't you?" Pavlov asked. Colin answered a yes sir, hardly audible. "What did you say?" Pavlov shouted and hit Colin's butt with an open hand.
"I like it, sir. Go on, sir!" Colin was very clear.
"I don't think that beautiful cock has to be covered. I'm sure the men here will not be offended by such an innocence." The man opened up and removed the cock-cage. Colin's cock went from flaccid to a full rock-hard erection in seconds. The public applauded.
"Let's test this small warrior!" the boss said. "Use the wooden clothes pins!"
Pavlov started the cock treatment by stretching the foreskin to the limit. Those nearest could see the piss-slit open and a thread of slime drip. Pavlov caught the slime with one finger and licked it to a huge applause. Now Pavlov forced the foreskin forward and put two clothes pins on the foreskin. Afterwards he collected skin from the cock shaft and placed pins tight on it. He could see that this was painful, but Colin kept his erection, so he went on. He pulled down the ball-sack and placed five pins around the small balls. Finally he used two fingers and collected skin for pins around the navel. Still not a sound came from Colin.
Pavlov gave a signal to have the chains lifted before going to the wall and finding both the whip used previously and a riding crop. Colin was now hanging by his arms, and Pavlov knew he had to end this show quickly so as not to hurt his student.
He started with the riding crop and let the strokes move the clamps. Colin closed his eyes. The next strokes hit the balls and the cock. Colin was still rock-hard and his body was now moving from side to side. Pavlov went up to him and stopped the movement. "More?" he whispered in Colin's ear.
"Use the whip, sir. I'm not a loser, I'm a warrior. For Sparta!" Colin shouted, a bit uncomfortable because he had never been in a playroom with Pavlov before and they hadn't even talked about a stop word. But he was not surprised when Pavlov whispered "Red" into his ear. Colin nodded and whispered "Red!"
The first stroke hit his round butt, and so did the next four. Pavlov turned the hanging boy around so all could see the change of colour. The next strokes hit the upper back and the back of the upper legs. Colin wriggled in the chains when Pavlov turned him around. He now used the end of the whip more to tease or test than to hit. Without more warnings the stroke hit the nipples. Again a light yell from one of the youngsters in the audience and some murmuring along the `slave owners'.
"Good, young man! You have proved your skills. You are a real Spartan!" The man who ran the show went forward and stopped Pavlov who lowered the arm that was about to hit the young body again. "Let's give him some rest." The man started to remove the clothes pins and Colin moaned when the ballsack was freed. Both men worked with his cock and he almost grinned when the cock lifted and produced another drop of pre-cum.
"You want the bloodstream restored to your tits, Colin?" Pavlov placed one hand on each crocodile clamp before he very dramatically looked at the audience, lifted his arms, and released Colin from the torture instruments. Now Colin yelled! The pain was intense for a short while.
Pavlov freed Colin from the chains and hugged him tight. The public applauded but the speaker gave a signal to continue the show. "Who wants to buy this slave? The price will be high, for sure," he shouted and the slave owners started the bidding. Colin was silent. Pavlov had an arm around his naked shoulder.
After a five minutes discussion, the man turned to Pavlov and mentioned a price. Pavlov just shook his head. "He's not for sale! I'll pay for his freedom." Some of the folks booed and some applauded.
"Okay, you know the rules here. They are very clear," the man shouted and showed some excitement.
"Yes, I know. We will give you a show." Pavlov used his hands to play with Colin's sweaty body and then he kissed his forehead. "I will pay the last slaves to open him for me. He pointed at the last two slaves, still chained to the back wall. A small discussion followed, but shortly after the two jumped into the arena. They were both well-hung, and very muscular, and both their cocks were bound up in leather leashes. They seemed a bit confused out in the bright light.
"What are you waiting for?" Pavlov asked. "Don't you Spartans know how to open a slave for real sex? Go on, Colin is waiting!"
The next fifteen minutes were the heaviest show in the arena so far that night. The boys sucked each other, rimmed each other and finger-fucked each other while the public gave ecstatic comments; they wrestled, squeezed nipples and tongue-licked Colin's boy-cunt.
"Enough!" Pavlov shouted. One of the slaves had lost his leash and was about to fuck Colin from behind. He tried to enter him with a dripping wet cock, and felt a bit annoyed when he had to withdraw.
"Prepare me, Colin!" Pavlov handed a tube of cream to the now kneeling boy. Colin took the signal and stripped Pavlov from his underwear. Partly under cover from the tunic the man was sucked and then greased up by his personal slave. The professor was ready for what Colin thought was the elderly man's first sex show in his career, but Tryfon told Colin later that night that this man had a reputation in these sort of ceremonies.
"Hold him! Tight!" Pavlov commanded. "Bend over, Colin. Spread your legs, open up, give me your pussy!" There was some laughter around.
The two slaves held Colin tight, both his arms and his shoulders. Pavlov let his cockhead search the arsecrack. "Open, virgin!" He gave Colin some really hard strokes with a bare hand on the already pink buttocks. Soon Pavlov found the rosebud and teased it. Colin attacked backwards and Pavlov attacked the other way. The long, but thin cock bottomed the boy in one single thrust. Now there was some applause. Colin looked at the audience, at least three slaves were being fucked by their masters simultaneously with the scene-show.
Pavlov started a slow fuck. The position was difficult, but he managed to let Colin lift his hips a bit, and he could start a real fuck. Colin had forgotten the set-up and now he moaned in pleasure every time Pavlov hit his prostate. Colin was also very aroused by the presence of the two hot bodies holding him, dripping pre-cum.
"Harder master, harder, go on, please master, do me, do me hard!" Colin shouted and Pavlov did what Colin wanted. He felt that Colin was close to an orgasm and he wanted the public to see his hands-free speciality. He pushed Colin's body forward and the boys lost their grip. Colin managed to rise. At the same time, he shouted, "I'm cumming, cumming! Yes! Yes!" And he sprayed his boy-milk hands-free like a geyser over the two slaveboys and over the floor. Pavlov acted fast and pushed Colin down on his knees facing him. He gave his long cock some rapid strokes then, with a deep roar he shot thick man-milk over Colin's face and upper body.
Both the slaves were wanking furiously.
"Go on, drench your new colleague!" Pavlov said with a commanding voice. The two did not wait for any approval from their masters and sprayed their young spunk all over the kneeling Spartan. Colin licked and swallowed and even used hands to catch the seed. In the end he found the two boys' butts and dragged them close. With a hot and wet mouth, he licked the young cocks clean before he turned his attention to his master and gave him the same service.
"How do you manage to keep him as your lover?" Bill and Professor Pavlov sat in the pool with fancy drinks like two ordinary tourists. Colin and Tryfon were playing in the other end of the pool like two kids. Just now the sport was to strip the bikinis acting like young teenagers.
"I give him full freedom and tell him everything - and I fuck him hard every time he asks for it," Bill answered. He was very free-speaking with Colin's professor who he had met for the first time the evening before when he landed in Chania and was met by the professor and his assistant at the airport. Colin had been very excited and wished his Daddy/lover welcome to Crete.
"But he is young, and you, wellÉ we are both growing olderÉ what if he one day finds a younger lover?" Pavlov lifted his glass.
"He often finds new lovers, but he has a strange habit. He seeks out older lovers; the young ones are only teasing playmates for him." Bill lifted his glass too and took another drink. "So, I'm more afraid of the old lovers than the young ones. However until now he has always come back to me."
"But he calls you Dad. Can you be a tough lover? May I call you Bill?" Pavlov looked over at the boys that just now were playing a very childish tunnel game in the water.
"You'll have to ask him. He likes me hard. As you see him now, he is playing with his new mate, but he is teasing me and he is teasing you. He wants our attention, and he wants our cocks. Colin is a real bottom boy. When it comes to sex, anal is his priority. He loves huge cocks, and he often wants to be fucked hard. Didn't you see that the other night at the Spartan show he told me about? He is an exhibitionist for sure, but he is also a masochist." Bill waived to a young servant for two more drinks.
Bill went on. "Although he loves to be dominated, it can be very difficult to change his mind when he has his own opinion on a subject. He will be a tough student, I imagine." He received the new drink with a wink to the waiter.
"As student I've only seen him this week but, according to Professor Lorenzo, in his own fields your son is a winner." Pavlov put the drink down and looked towards the water as if he wanted a swim himself. "Have you always had them young?" he suddenly asked.
Bill lifted his eyebrows as if he didn't understand the question. "Colin is my first young lover, and my only one!" Bill answered. "And you?"
"I never manage to keep them. I'm too boring, I guess," Pavlov waved to the two boys competing in front of them.
"Dad, Tryfon has organised the tour for us tomorrow. But we have to leave on the six o'clock bus, up to the top!" Colin shouted.
"Yes, that's fine. The walk along the Samaria ravine takes most of the day. Are you coming with us, Tryfon?" Bill asked, uncertain about Pavlov.
"You go, Tryfon, I need to pack up for the return to England tomorrow. But I will buy you dinner tonight, okay." Pavlov looked at Bill, guessing correctly that he hoped for a long night in bed with his `son'.
The temperature was low when the bus stopped at the top of the island after some tight bends on the mountain road. Both Colin and Bill were happy for the clothing advice from Tryfon. They had put on woollen sweaters and good hiking boots. The sun was about to rise, but it was still early morning.
"I can't remember the temperature up here being as low when I was here last time," Bill commented.
"Wasn't that almost forty years ago?" Colin teased. "Maybe you were hotter then!"
"You are probably right, Colin. Thirty-eight years since I walked the gorge all the way down to the Libyan Sea. "But I remember that the heat met us during the day, and there were a lot of bugs!"
Tryfon had collected their bags for the day. He looked like a real tour guide with his dark hair and the sunglasses being worn like a hair-brace.
"We let the horde leave. We have plenty of time. Sixteen kilometres so it will take us 5-6 hours to reach Agia Roumeli. Look forward to the clearest water you have ever seen when we reach the sea during afternoon!" Tryfon was filled with confidence and energy. "I'll find some coffees to get us going, eh?" He looked at Bill with a sort of teasing smile and left for the cantina. Colin suddenly felt a touch of jealousy.
"You fancy him, don't you, Daddy?" Colin suddenly asked. Bill didn't answer. "You would like to fuck him, eh?" Colin went on.
"Aye, if I had met him the first time I was here. I leave the fucking business to you now. Anyway you said he is straight. How come he has fucked you all week?" Bill pinched one of Colin's buttocks.
"Seems like all the young machos like a substitute when their girlfriends are too prude!" Colin sighed deeply. "Good for me that I only fancy the old ones, then!" He pinched Bill back.
"Be careful or the day will end with a spank!" Bill commented. Tryfon was back bringing the coffees.
"Someone who needs a spank here? Just wait until you have climbed down the Gorge. Maybe you will need a rest instead. I plan a long break when we're halfway, and then a photo stop at the `Iron Gate'." Tryfon sipped his hot coffee.
The three had had a fantastic day enjoying the spectacular nature, steep cliffs and tight passages. The `Iron Gate', only 3-4 metres wide, had been just as fancy as Colin had thought. Now they were waiting at the port of Agia Roumeli looking out at the Libyan Sea. They had stripped off their boots before sitting down, and for the last hour they had walked shirtless. "You have been sunburned today, Colin!" Bill caressed the boy's sweaty back.
"The next ferry will be here in half an hour!" Tryfon was back from the kiosk. "We may take a refreshing bath here, just outside the jetty. Should be nice temperature. You can see the bottom five metres down!"
"We didn't bring swimwear," Colin said. "Girls?" He looked around.
"No need!" Tryfon stripped off his shorts and dived into the sea in tight boxers.
"My God, what a hunk!" Bill sighed.
"What? Be careful or your hard-on will show!" Colin did like Tryfon, and stripped down to sexy JustColin briefs. Bill followed soon after. The sea couldn't have been better.
"The ferry sails to the next town, and most people go back to Chania by bus, but you know I've promised you a surprise," said Bill. He and the boys felt very comfortable on the front deck. "I have a contact out here along the coast. Your choice. I will not be unhappy if you go back to Chania by bus, but I myself want to taste the hippie life again, probably for the last time in my life!" He used an open hand as a sun shade. The reflection from the sea sparkled like glitter.
It was late afternoon when the rented boat arrived at an old wooden jetty. Both Colin and Tryfon had stayed onboard with Bill and now they were welcomed by a strange group of people. Bill was the first to jump off the boat, and he was tightly hugged by a man covered with tattoos and not much else.
"Meet my old friend, Anders. He's Norwegian and has worked in the oil business for years." He put an arm around the old chap. "And Anders, I have told you about Colin, my young lover!" Colin grinned at Bill's introduction. "And our great local guide Tryfon who was responsible for organising today's tour."
"Follow me. We are just ready for a meal! We have plenty." Anders and Bill went in front.
"It's not only smoke from the open fire that I can smell," Colin whispered to Tryfon. "You think they have been smoking pot here for forty years?" Colin looked at the odd group of men around the fireplace. Anders organised the meal - real barbecue and baked potatoes. Both Colin and Tryfon had to admit that the meal was a winner, and the drinks were not bad either, local ouzo and other very local specialities.
Colin wondered what Bill would do when he was offered a joint. He said no with the use of a very talkative hand, and Colin knew he had answered for all the three of them.
"You are as `holy' today as you were forty years ago!" Anders grinned. "Still satisfied with sex without drugs?"
"Aye, correct. But maybe another aquavit, if you still bring that Norwegian killer!" Bill commented and lifted his empty glass.
The fire was about to go out. It was fully dark. The stars were really bright in the dark night. A man had found a guitar and was playing `Knocking on heaven's door'.
"We were not that shy!" Anders punched Bill's shoulder. Colin and Tryfon were back from their third naked swim in the tremendous evening sea. Tryfon had a towel around his hips, while Colin did less to cover up.
"Colin would have been nude all evening if he hadn't been polite regarding his local friend. I don't think Tryfon is that confident," Bill said.
"But I saw the lad naked coming from sea. He is almost better equipped than you were in your younger days!" Anders lifted his glass.
"Who told you that I'm less equipped today? Cheers!" Bill was happy for his return to `freedom', but he had to organise his youngsters. "We have the big tent, guys. Mattresses and some sheets there. It will be a warm night. I'll follow a bit later." Colin and Tryfon waved and said goodnight.
"You want me to suck you, dad?" Colin left Tryfon and found Bill's body just half a metre away.
"But TryfonÉ" Bill was already super-hard when Colin had found his dick with both hands and freed his glans for a hard licking.
"He's asleep. I've done him!" Colin whispered.
Colin - the expert cocksucker - knelt in front of Bill and took his cock to the very bottom. The 24 cm (9.5 inch) cock was very familiar and Colin knew exactly what Bill wanted. Colin was not in a hurry. He had longed for this night. He tried to work the cock better so he went up doggie and spread his legs. He felt that Bill was cumming soon.
Suddenly Colin felt something from behind, something wet, something warm, and then he understood he was being penetrated by a human tongue. At the same time he felt two warm hands on his hips spreading the buttocks for access. In a glimpse Colin could see a very aroused Tryfon rimming him like he never had done before. "Where is the cream?" he whispered.
"In my bag!" was the answer.
Bill was far away, close to an orgasm, when Colin paused. Tryfon had just bottomed him with his greased Kenny-like cock. Colin was in heaven. Bill's cock in his mouth, now fucking him from below, and Tryfon fucking him hard from behind, working his sore prostate.
Tryfon was the first to shoot his spunk deep into Colin. Bill was the next to feed Colin his man-cream. Colin climbed onto Bill's chest and gave him his cock. Bill's mouth was filled with Colin's boy-cream. Nobody said a word.
"Egg and bacon, guys!" Bill shouted inside the tent-door. But there was nobody there. He turned to the sea and saw two youngsters ending their morning bath. And now they wore no towels.
Five days later, Colin and Bill had finished exploring Crete, while Tryfon had given his family a hand in the village doing two new `pig-parties.'
Again it was night. Colin and Bill, Tryfon and Pavlov were sitting in the sand at Stavropol Beach, located on the Akrotiri Peninsula where Anthony Quinn played Alexis Zorba in the iconic movie. Colin used his iPhone and soon some light music filled the beach. Tryfon started to dance in front of the others and soon Colin accompanied him. Bill was filled with differing emotions when the two ended in a deep kiss.
The plane had left Chania in clear weather. Colin was very relaxed sitting hand in hand with his Bill. They passed the peninsula they had visited the night before. Colin used a hand to wipe away some tears. "Silly me!" he said. "Kenny is waiting for full report. AndÉ I love you, Dad!"
To be continued