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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins), his older lover and other men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 57
The stay at the mansion in Northern Italy had been a joyful and relaxing event, for both Colin and his daddy. The previous night's visit to the Latin Institute had probably been more interesting for the young student than for his daddy, but Bill had been extremely impressed by Colin, in respect his behaviour and by his communications with the board members. He had of course seen that Signore Beroni's hands had been close to the boy's back and thigh during the whole event, sitting very close, but the lad seemed untouched - even if Bill noticed that the young one had spread his legs to give access. A very private evening in the large hotel room afterwards, a visit to the indoor swimming pool, and a trip to the sauna had done them good.
Colin was still in bed after a light breakfast brought him by the floor waiter, Luciano. The young man had been more than helpful with room service on their arrival, and last night after their trip to the pool as well. He hadn't just brought towels for the teenager, he had also asked if he should dry Colin's back. Colin had accepted with pleasure, and afterwards he had been helped with body lotion as well, and not only on his back.
Bill was standing in the pizzeria waiting to place his order. Colin had a morning off duty and his only wish was to be served pizza for lunch in their hotel suite. Bill was late. He had been chatting to some of the other young models staying in the same hotel. He was feeling very aroused because the models looked upon him as a sort of daddy. Colin was the only one who had brought a close friend or relative, and after their professional job was over, most of these young lads felt a bit lonely. "You can get all of them in bed if you invested a bit more," Colin had teased him.
Now he was waiting for the pizza. The serving lady had been very polite, and the white dressed old baker looked very serious. Then, suddenly, from the back room came an angel, an angel in white, Bill told Colin afterwards. A boy, a bit younger than Colin, probably 17, tanned, dark haired, an Italian for sure. He was dressed in a tight white t-shirt and white shorts that were too small. Last year's model but still good enough for work, Bill reckoned. The boy had no apron, but there was flour all over him, even on his beautiful nose and in his hair. He was not just cute, in Bill's eyes he was a real beauty.
"A bum very like yours, baby." Bill took Colin's buttocks in his hands as he described him. "And above all he had a very visible bulge. His cock pointing to one side, and the zipper was broken."
Colin was hungry, but he felt that his already stripped daddy was thinking about things other than pizza. "I could have fucked that kid on the floor in the bakery." Bill bit Colin's earlobe. "But then I thought of you son, waiting for me, so I hurried around the corner back to you."
"With pizza in one hand and your stiff boner in the other." Colin wanked his dripping dad.
"Yes, love, yes, exactly." Bill was close to orgasm already. "But coming back I saw the sign on the door about room service. Why?" Bill had fingers inside Colin's arsehole.
"I knew that Luciano was our floor waiter today. He was inside the room minutes after I put the sign up." Colin grinned.
"And he found you naked with spread legs on the bed just waiting for service. Is that why your hole is still wet?" Bill found Colin's love knot.
"Yes, exactly. Wasn't that your expression just now, Dad?" Colin could hardly speak. "He rimmed me with his snakelike tongue, until that stupid 'pager' he carries interrupted us and he had to leave. And then you were back, Daddy." Colin was wet with pre-cum.
"Please close your eyes daddy, and fuck me like you would have fucked your white angel in the pizzeria. I don't have a bulge like that boy, but I'll do my best to suck your cock with my arse. Leave the sign on the door, daddy. I guess Luciano will be back, and I want him to find you fucking me." Colin used one hand to pull Bill's cock to his own entrance. Bill was too horny to hear what Colin just said.
Bill just used a little spit, and then collected some of Colin's pre-cum. "Come on, my own white angel. I want to see every part of your face while I enter you." Bill placed his 9.5 inch (24 cm) and very thick piece of wood outside his son's entrance while letting the boy's legs rest on his shoulders. The boy was completely in his power.
Bill knew how to do this. He bottomed Colin in one single thrust; not a hard and forceful one, but a long steady push, filling the boy inch by inch. Colin purred like a cat, but when Bill bottomed him and even then tried to push deeper, he started to whimper.
"Do it again Daddy, exactly the same once again," Colin begged. Bill pulled his cock out, then he did the same movement again, pushing even deeper. Colin had tears now. "Once more Daddy, just the same." This time Bill rammed his cock into the boy, quite forcefully.
"Yes Daddy, harder Daddy, fuck me Daddy, make me cum Daddy, make me cum, make me...make me..." Colin couldn't speak and he saw through tears that young Luciano had pulled his dark brown cock out from his service uniform and was wanking like crazy beside the bed. Bill saw him too, and used one hand to squeeze the Italian boy's balls. But it was too late. The hotel boy sent his huge white load onto Colin's face and upper body.
"I'm cumming, Daddy! I'm cumming!" Colin spunked his late morning cream up onto his own face.
"Take it now, baby. Be my white angel." Bill bottomed the boy and sent his load deep into him. The normally very silent spunker roared when his orgasm made him shiver. For a grown up man he had orgasms like a teenager these warm Italian days and nights.
"You love to have all these young men around you," Colin teased him more than once. "You will need more than Qi to fill your days at home when we get back to Scotland."
"Room service," Bill said. "You'd better clean up here." Luciano started licking up his own and Colin's white loads before he cleaned Bill's cock.
"Show me your snake of a tongue in action." Bill let Luciano get access to Colin's dripping hole. He took almost every drop that Bill had sent deep inside the youngster.
"But now time for pizza," Colin said, "but help me to piss first." He looked at the waiting servant who was fully dressed in his uniform. Bill had nearly fainted on the bed beside him.
"Why did your daddy call you his white angel? What a wonderful name." Luciano helped Colin pissing by holding his half-hard dick and pointing it down towards the toilet bowl. Colin told him his daddy's story from the bakery.
"Colin said you know the young man in the bakery." Bill said to Luciano when he was leaving for an afternoon walk. Colin was waiting inside for the stylist to do his hair for the evening.
"Yes I do, signore. He's a local guy like me. A bit younger though. You want to meet him?"
Bill blushed. "I called him a white angel you know, and I have never met an angel so it could be fun," Bill said with a grin.
"Well you haven't met an angel if you meet Rino, but he's a nice guy. Maybe more a devil than an angel though. He was the best boy singer in the village until, you know, his voice..." Luciano made a suggestive grip on his bulge.
"He's still doing some church services." Luciano was the one to grin now. "Rino is the priest's favourite , and you know rumours..." The floor waiter put a finger in front of his lips. "But he guides tourists in the church because he is very good in English."
"Could you arrange something for me this afternoon?" Bill gave the servant a 20 Euro bill. "Colin will be working." Bill had to adjust his growing bulge again. Luciano understood the arrangement. Not the first time he was to send one of the local guys into service.
Colin was very happy but very tired when he came back to the hotel in Reynard's limo after the final rehearsal. He had given a lift to the two Danish brothers, Ib and Daniel, who were the Scandinavian models in the show.
"Wish we could have a chat in our room, before we go to bed." The older of the two put his hand on Colin's upper leg.
"Hot for us to know the real man behind JustColin," the younger one said.
"I saw you were hard when we made the final entrance," Ib went on.
"Aye, I have to find an ugly lady to put my eyes on to stay cool, but instead I made a mistake and looked at the sexy cameraman. He teased me so I went hard at the end when I just held the underwear in front of my cock." Colin grinned.
"Your naked bum is the greatest, Colin," Ib, the elder Dane said. "Wish I could have a closer look. We changed in different rooms today, so we didn't see you naked until you stripped on stage."
"Thank you for driving us back, Mr Reynard." Colin kissed the man that for once was sitting in the front seat.
"You all did good jobs today, garcons. Now we look forward to the grand finale tomorrow night. Sleep well, and tell Bill I'm proud of you." Mr Reynard kissed Colin on his cheeks, and saw the boys into the hotel before he left for his own accommodation on the outskirts of the city.
"You know Mr Reynard well?" Ib asked.
"Mr Reynard is the one who is responsible for me becoming a model." Colin said. "The trouble is that he can be over-protective."
"Better than the opposite. Not easy for us to be here alone as we don't speak Italian. You even have a... a... daddy here?" Daniel didn't know what to call Bill.
"Yes, I have my dad, my daddy and my lover here, the best in the world. You have met him?" Colin guessed they had met Bill earlier.
"We chatted with him for a while this morning. He said he was going to buy pizza for you. He was so cute, really sexy," said Daniel.
"Maybe we could ask him to join us for a chat. I think he is alone tonight." Colin had entered the Danes' double room, and he called Bill on the hotel phone.
"Dad, I just met two boys that would like to see you naked." Colin grinned, and both of the Danish boys whined. "Please come and join us in room 411. Just for a chat Daddy, be cool now," he used a begging voice.
"He'll be here soon and I think he'd love a beer. I would love one too." Colin lay down on the boys' king-size bed while Ib found beer for them in the mini-bar.
"Nice to see you again, sir. You we're so nice to us this morning when we felt really lost. Please sit down, sir. I'll get a beer for you." Ib pointed at the only chair in the room when Bill entered. Bill shook hands with them.
"Why so formal, Daddy? These new friends of mine are alone, far away from home. Give them a real hug." Colin grinned. Bill hugged both the brothers, and he hugged them close and hard, and let his bulge touch the young models.
A small devil grew inside the man who looked at Colin and saw the teasing, hot and horny young man lying on the bed with a beer in his one hand, spreading his legs like a slut.
"You wanted to see me naked, eh?" Bill tried to be serious. "The least you could do as models would be to meet me naked. Instead you are dressed like you are going out!"
"Okay, guys, let's show Daddy our great finale. Well my great finale, but you have seen it twice today so you can both do it." Colin rose from the bed and helped the two brothers to stand beside him. T-shirts and jeans were stripped off in seconds and the three beauties were naked but for quite low-cut tight underwear.
"We need music." Colin turned up the heavy pop sound which had been in the background all the time.
Bill looked at the three just in front of him. Colin, his beautiful darling, out in the real world making a successful start to his career as a model. A body like a young god, so sexy that Bill could have fucked him just now. "Maybe that what's he wants," Bill thought.
Then the two Danes, Ib, who had presented himself as the oldest, taller than Colin, not quite as slim, and not showing as much muscle, but with a bum and a bulge from another world. Bill could see that he, as well as Colin, had an erection, and both had wet spots in the front of their underwear. Then the much more innocent-looking Daniel, eighteen he said but looked like fourteen. With underwear much too small that left both his buttocks almost naked, and a bulge that told of a thick cock more like Colin's, a cock that he struggled to keep inside the tiny briefs.
Bill could also see that Colin and Daniel were the actors; Ib was just young and sexy, but no dancer. The dance in front was as sexy as it could be in a hotel bedroom. In the end they used one hand to cover their dicks and balls, while using the other hand to strip off their underwear. Then they turned their bums to Bill, bent down and changed hands. When they turned round again they used the underwear to cover their groins. They were completely naked.
"Will you be as naked as this during the show tomorrow? I thought you were selling underwear for teens, not making porn." Bill adjusted his own stiff cock looking at the three completely shaved boys in front of him.
"Only Colin will strip." Daniel smiled. "And this is a show for the press and the sales companies. We will probably be the youngest around!"
"You see, Daddy. Last year at the same show two completely naked boys were on stage partly hidden by surfboards and it became a real hot favourite on YouTube. Now they are going to try and repeat what we did on the stairs for Signore Beroni. but I will not show my dick. It will be okay as long as I don't get a boner." Colin grinned. "Three worldwide companies will be showing their new underwear collections before JustColin, so we have to give the audience something to talk about when they leave."
Ib suddenly pulled Colin's underwear away and revealed the kid as fully erect. Colin answered of course by doing the same to the older boy. Bill was thrilled to see Ib's more than 8 inch (20 cm) stiff cock and his firm hairless balls. Bill had to swallow. Then the fully naked pair took care of Daniel. They tickled him, stripped him and took a solid grip on his smaller, but very thick and very stiff cock. They wanked him and pulled him down on the bed before all three ended up in a 'boys on tour' cuddle on the huge bed.
"No place for me here, I can see." Bill played the lost one. The result was three pairs of eyes looking at him.
"Who do you want to fuck first?" Colin shouted.
"The horniest one," Bill answered. "Who's the horniest?"
"I am." Three voices spoke nearly at once.
"You are the horniest, Daddy. Let my friends see your sexy body and your boner." The naked Colin grinned.
Before Bill could answer, the two Danish lads came up to him and stripped him of every single piece of clothing. He did nothing to stop them, rather the opposite. Colin whistled.
"May I suck you, sir?" Daniel was on his knees. Ib was caressing Bill's upper body hair and found his two nipples.
"Be careful, guys. Daddy can be tougher than you think." Colin grinned again.
"Yeah, if it wasn't for you all in need of presentable bums tomorrow, I would have spanked all three of you." Bill tried to sound determined.
"That could have been fun," Ib said. "Always dreamt of a real strong daddy." Bill used his hands and put his huge stiff cock into Daniel's mouth and just fucked him. At the same time he found Ib's mouth and gave him his lips and his tongue. The young Dane answered him very willingly. Colin found the scene so hot that he spread his legs even more and found his arsehole. With spit-wet fingers he started to finger-fuck himself. The atmosphere in the hotel room was electric.
"We need to help the young man on the bed," Bill said, and took command. "Lie down on the bed all of you." The three did, with three hot cocks pointing upwards. "Bend your knees boys, open up your arses!" Bill loved what he saw. With a wet mouth and a wet tongue he licked all the three cocks until they reached their ultimate size. Then he used his tongue on the pairs of hard shaved balls. When he at last used his tongue to inspect three puckered holes, he made all three whine. And from all the wet cockheads he could see that the boys were ready.
"Lie down on you back, Daniel." Bill put a pillow under the boy's back. "Now you ride him Colin. Fuck him with your arse!" Colin was about to protest. He was looking at the huge tool pointing upwards in front of Ib.
"Do what I say son, and bend forward." Bill helped Colin to open up for Daniel's short, but thick cock, a cock as hard as a piece of wood. With no other lubrication than spit and pre-cum Colin got a warm feeling when the young one penetrated him.
"Give me the cream from my pocket," Bill commanded Ib. He then used both hands to give the boy's cock a good lubrication. He pulled Ib's foreskin back and put some extra cream on his cockhead. Then he went up to Colin and put an oily finger into his arsehole creaming up both Colin and Daniel while they were still fucking slowly.
"Now Ib, let me see you fuck my son, and fuck your brother's dick at the same time," Bill said with a grin.
"Is it possible for him to takeÉ?" Ib was questioning Bill's proposal.
"It's been a long time since he had two cocks at the same time but he's done it, and a very long time since he was fucked by two brothers at the same time. True Colin, love?" Bill used one hand to give Ib better access.
"Now you must open wider, Colin. And Ib, don't be afraid. Colin might scream like a hurt animal when you stretch him, but he can take you both." Bill gave Colin's buttocks some gentle smacks.
Colin did not need instruction, and he did not scream when he met Ib's cockhead. But when he pushed back without losing Daniel's cock, he howled, and clenched his teeth together. Bill had a hand around Colin's cock. The full erection told Bill that Colin was taking the double fuck without any real pain.
"Now fuck me for God's sake," Colin cried." Show me that you are Danish Vikings. Help me cum here, boys. Let my horny daddy see that we are more than dandy queens showing underwear to wet-cunted old ladies."
Bill had a clear view of the two young cocks penetrating the third youngster's stretched arse. He grabbed the tube of cream and creamed up his own 9.5 inch (24 cm) boner, already wet from pre-cum and Daniel's spit. Then he put a large amount of cream on two fingers and pushed them inside Ib's working arsehole. Bill's tongue inspection had shown that this guy had taken big tools before. And without stopping the fuck he was into, Ib let Bill's huge weapon penetrate him.
"Fuck me sir, please, just fuck me. Been a long time since I had a cock like yours, sir." Ib tried to look cool, but he showed that he was now filled up. The two managed to keep up the rhythm, and Colin was in a way the target for all three cocks.
The two Danes came after just a few minutes of Bill joining in. They filled Colin with white Danish Viking cream at the same time, but the boys went on fucking and soon their spunk was dripping from the riding Colin.
Bill withdrew his stiffy and lifted Colin into a doggie position. His cock was soon inside the boy, meeting a flood of clear juice. Colin whined with excitement. One of the Danes took care of Colin's cock, licking and sucking, while the other gave Colin his half-erect cock for cleaning.
"Yeah Daddy, push my button! Please, Daddy again!" Colin shouted when Bill rotated his cock and massaged the boy's love knot. "Yeah, Daddy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" He screamed as he sent his load into Ib's waiting mouth. The boy took it all, but then he rose and gave his brother his mouth. Bill could see that the two snowballed his young man's spunk.
For the second time that day, Bill (nobody could believe he would soon be sixty) was about to orgasm. He withdrew and took his cock in both hands. "Let me see if you really are the sluts you play just now, guys." Bill wanked his cock close to the three boys' faces; then he sent seven or eight blasts of man-cum over the waiting faces. Some dripped down over their upper bodies.
The three models cleaned each other and they cleaned the man-cock with tongue and lips.
"What did you do this afternoon, Dad? I hope you weren't bored being alone." The two relaxed in the bed after the event with the Danish brothers.
"I went to church. Very interesting, there's a huge church here, you know. I even met Father Lucas." Bill tried to be serious even though he saw the young man grinning beside him.
"And Rino, `the white angel', was your guide of course. No wonder you were horny tonight. Didn't he offer you a suck in the vestry?" Colin squeezed his daddy's balls.
"No, he did not, but he showed me some horror instruments from the Inquisition down in the crypt," Bill said. "And I heard you will leave me alone tomorrow night as well." Bill tried to sound disappointed. "Sergio asked permission to take you to some Fellini event you two had discussed in the tower last night."
"And he got your permission?" Colin smiled his broadest smile. "I guess `the white angel' will be available for another church visit?"
Bill blushed.
"Nice to see you again, Donno. I wasn't sure that you would turn up today." Colin hugged a very slim Italian guy, a bit taller than himself; a guy with dark, well-styled hair.
"I haven't seen you since the audition night in London. You hurried back to Italy so fast." Colin stayed close to the Italian beauty and kept his arms around him. The two got curious looks from all the other young models in the small changing room.
"I've been doing JustColin shows in Rome and Bolzano. The last one was yesterday." Donno pushed his crotch close to Colin's small bulge. "I had fun in both places. But the girls shouted for you and collected your pictures."
"Only the girls?" Colin made a pouting face.
"The boys, and the girls too, fought like crazy when we threw gift boxers out among the audience." Donno grinned. "At the end the guards had to protect the young local models, because they were stripped of their underwear. A hell of a show. Very hot. And you are as hot today as you were last time I saw you." Donno touched Colin's hard-on inside his tight jeans.
"I'm always hot." Colin grabbed his crotch in a Michael Jackson manner. "The stage manager presented me to all the super guys out there." Colin pointed at the open door leading to another changing room where older, more or less naked models were changing for their shows. "Not easy to stay cool here, but you need girls to be horny, you said last time. How come you are looking like a stallion now? Not many chicks around here." Colin looked at the slim Italian who was stripping to get ready for the first JustColin item. Inside the white almost see-through boxers was a long, quite thin cock that Donno tried to cover up with his hands.
The young models around were changing, and Colin noticed all types of bulges. "Will be a hot performance today too," Colin whispered to Donno, while he stripped off his own underwear without hesitation and without trying to cover up his heavy erection.
"There will be half an hour's delay. Just take it easy, boys." The stage manager was in the doorway. "Never seen an audience like the one out there today. I think they are waiting for you guys," the man said with a big smile. "But you better cool down, bambinos. This is a fashion show, not a porn event." The man looked at Colin and Donno, both too aroused to go on stage if they didn't cool down. "Have a wank and relax." He grinned, turned around and left.
"I have to piss," Colin said as he wrapped a towel around his waist. "You come with me, Donno?" The two hurried through the changing room to find the toilets. The older, very well built models, dressed in the world's most famous underwear brands and ready for the catwalk, whistled at the youngsters; Colin smiling and performing, Donno looking down and blushing as they passed.
There were no towels and no underwear as soon as they were behind the toilet-door. Two hot bodies met, two pair of lips, two tongues worked each other like crazy. Donno lifted Colin and placed him on the toilet seat. Then he looked at Colin with wild eyes. "I have been waiting for this since I saw you and Sergio in London." Without any foreplay he opened his mouth for Colin's dripping cock and balls and took care of the lad's pre-cum.
Colin knew he was going to cum fast, and he also knew he had to help his modelling colleague. A bit too hard he mouth-fucked the Italian boy who coughed again and again with his eyes filed with tears. His eye makeup was running down the cheeks, but he sucked and licked while wanking his own dick like crazy.
"Take it easy, boy. We are not in that much of a hurry." Colin used a paper towel to clean the boy's cheeks and eyes.
"First time, eh?" Colin looked at him with caring eyes. "Sorry, but you turned me on."
"May I fuck you, Colin? Sergio said your cunt is tighter than any girl's." Donno had black begging eyes. Colin looked at his watch.
"Then we have to do it doggy style. We have no cream so you have to rim me, okay? " Colin used his hands to open his arse cheeks for the very erect and dripping model.
"Licking cunts was something this guy had done before," Colin told Sergio in the car afterwards. "He filled me with his spit. He licked me inside my boy-cunt until his spit ran down my thighs."
"Fuck me now, Donno," Colin cried. "I need your cock inside, come on now." Donny hesitated. "Think of your girlfriend. Be a stallion. Treat me dirty. Just fuck me, you want it, you said!"
With a roar that sounded loud in the small toilet-room, Donno penetrated a boy for the first time. And when inside, he was like a rabbit. His pubis hit Colin like a hammer, and his low-hanging balls hit him as well.
This was not at all the type of fuck Colin favoured, but he was so excited, and so surprised by the Italian's sudden wild action, that he spunked without his normal warning. He sent volley after volley over the white porcelain in front of him. Donno exploded at the same time, biting Colin's shoulder, and pulling Colin's tits, not only his nipples, but his whole pectoral muscles as if it was a girl he had in his arms.
"Ten minutes to the start." A young voice was heard, while knocking on the toilet door.
The fuck and the sudden interruption were good for the performance. After a quick cleaning up, their half-hard cocks were ready for a teen underwear presentation on the stage.
"You looked excited and newly-fucked," Bill said to him after the show ended.
"I was." The young man saw his daddy's rolling eyes.
The show had followed the setup from the castle stairs and the final scene was received with a loud ovation.
"I had to pinch myself when you were standing at the top of the stairs, with the see-through white covering, and the boys around in the white boxers with the stage lights making them look like thongs. And then Donno in a Roman-style white tunic, so short that you could see his not too small bulgeÉ" Sergio always talked in pictures as photographers do.
"Naughty of me, but his cock was growing again before our last entrance, and I pinched his hot bum." Colin grinned. "He had teased me about all the girls that wanted me to be nude on stage."
"Was it deliberate that you should lose the cover on the way downstairs?" Bill asked. "I thought the agreement was that you should keep the cover on until you reached the top of the stairs on your return."
"I stepped behind the veil and then decided it was okay. If the audience wanted to see me nearly naked, why not?" Colin looked at Bill who seemed a bit worried. The nudity in the teen-show had been the subject of a long discussion among the owners and the stage management.
"You managed well. You covered your crotch nicely with the veil as you called it, and let the people see your shining body, while the producer lit the two huge JustColin posters on the back wall." Reynard had heard the conversation. He put an arm around his own superstar, now in his white JustColin bathrobe.
"Great, bambino." Signore Beroni was excited. "The media is already commenting on your last seconds at the top of the stairs." The man talked with both hands as well as his mouth now. "Everybody could see, that beside a beautiful teen, there was a well-equipped young man up there."
"Thank you sir for describing me with my tiny prick as 'well-equipped'. I have to tell that to my buddies back home when they are teasing me." Colin was one big grin now, and Bill relaxed after hearing the comments. His young son had completed the stage part of his modelling job.
"Did you see your `white angel' again this afternoon daddy?" Colin put a hand on Bill's thigh. They were on their way in a taxi to what Sergio called "The Off-Broadway" answer to the official fashion show.
"Aye, I met him and I met the minister again, and I saw more horror chambers. There's a lot of them around," Bill answered.
"ButÉ" Colin was interrupted.
"I am to meet him for supper when you go out with Sergio, and he will show me his Milan," said Bill.
"Thought this horror thing was his Milan?" Colin was curious.
"No, son. He is just pretending. He is not like you. He is a softy. He does some shows in the dungeons for American tourists, but when the priest used a whip on him, he cried like a baby - even before the whip hit him. But he is cute. Very cute." Bill had a dreaming look in his eyes.
"Cuter than me?" Colin looked at the man he loved. Bill did not answer. He just pulled the young boy close and gave him his lips in a deep and hot kiss.
"What was the answer?" Sergio turned his head and looked at Colin. In the light from the meeting cars in the wet streets of Milan, he saw a blushing youngster.
The catwalk in the basement was very different from the business arena where the JustColin brand had been presented just a few hours earlier. The music was heavy, the audience, all men as far as Colin could see, were drinking beer and were dressed in denim or leather. Beside them, Colin saw a group of photographers and some scantily dressed young men working as waiters.
Bill, Sergio and Colin got seats very close to the stage-like catwalk. Bill wondered how Sergio managed to get seats in the crowded basement room. The shirtless hunk of a waiter brought them tall glasses of beer even before they ordered. Sergio thanked him by giving his buttocks a squeeze.
Colin had never seen anything like this. The collections being shown here were far from the innocent JustColin boxers. Well-equipped models showed the sexiest club wear and underwear you could dream of. Between the jocks and thongs, both see-through and leather-like, nude models presented cock-cages and cock rings as well as some light bdsm gear.
"Would you like to be part of the show here, bambino?" Sergio suddenly whispered to Colin who had trouble sitting still because of excitement.
"A kid-like Scottish student among those hotties? You are kidding, amico!" Colin's eyes followed a model who showed the first real erection on stage. The well-tanned model, fully shaved, was presenting a combination rubber cockring and ball-divider.
"That would look great on you, Daddy." Colin used his elbow as he teased Bill who was looking at the show with a growing boner. The model stopped at the end of the catwalk and let some men `inspect' the tight rubber ring while he held his hands on his butt and pressed his hips, and erect cock, forward. Colin squeezed his own cock, and Sergio smiled at that sight.
Suddenly the music stopped and a man dressed in all black turned up with a dildo-like microphone. The sudden change in the programme gave him the attention he wanted.
"We have a special guest here tonight, gentlemen. A model that just some hours ago gave the fashion press new headlines by stripping at the end of his teen underwear presentation. Would you like to meet him?"
Loud shouts and whistles were heard, and the spotlight suddenly focused directly on Colin.
"Would you like to enter our tiny stage, Colin? It's very different from the huge arena you just left," the man went on. Colin looked at Sergio who nodded and then he looked at Bill who had a huge smile on his face. With help from some members of the audience, Colin climbed onto the stage. He looked wonderful in the spotlight that followed him.
"We have all seen the posters of this young man around the city. You know he has his own new brand, the JustColin underwear for hot teenagers, and now he is here. Give him a big hand, gentlemen. A new star in the fashion sky." The man had an arm around Colin's shoulders.
"Strip for us, Colin! Show us your boxers! Don't be shy!" The audience was shouting now. The situation made Colin very excited and Bill knew what would happen.
Colin was not prepared for this, but he saw a pole on the stage and thought, "Okay, let me show the beer-drinking guys my not-too-professional stripping act then." He whispered something about music to the man beside him.
The stage turned into flashlights now and the music was pumping. Colin was shirtless in seconds. Instead of carrying on by removing his tight black jeans, he used his fingers to squeeze his own nipples while closing his eyes and dancing really dirty. Bill saw that Sergio had his hand between the legs of the young waiter who openly let him play with his balls. Bill's own cock was throbbing. All eyes were on the boy on the stage.
Colin suddenly went down 'in bridge' and kicked off his sexy half-boots. He even played with his naked feet. The young man managed to suck on his own toe before he again went on with some heavy dancing.
He ended in front of the man who earlier had tested the rubber cocking, reached his hands and placed them on his hips, letting the man open and pull down his tight trousers. The red fake thong with JustColin on the ribbon was Colin's only piece of clothing left. His erection was very visible and so was the wet spot in the front. Colin did nothing to hide it. He made love to the pole without any reservations; he even pulled the thong aside to show his arse crack and his hairless pink love hole.
"More. Give us more!" Again the audience shouted. The music went softer and Colin started to tease as if he was about to strip off his last item. He suddenly stopped and went to the microphone. "Gentlemen, as you understand this is not a real part of my collection. Not yet anyway, just a fake thong made for me. I would like to give it to one of you, but as you see I am a bit shy so I need some help." Colin's remark led to new whistling and shouting.
"I don't want to be all naked up here alone, you see. Any volunteers?" Colin went on. He looked around and saw the young shirtless waiter that Sergio played with earlier. He displayed a bulging crotch underneath his loincloth-like gear. Colin held his hand out towards the youngster and Sergio almost pushed him up on stage.
The young Italian had danced before and when Colin stood behind him and stripped him from his loincloth, he showed a huge boner under his skin-coloured bikini. The two faced each other. Colin pushed the boy down on his knees and let him undress him with his mouth and teeth. His little stiffy lubricated the boy's lips with his pre-cum juice. Then Colin went down on his knees and pulled the bikini off the boy. The iron-stiff cock hit Colin's face. Just then Colin forgot where he was and what he was doing. He was about to give this boy a blowjob the audience would have loved.
"Thank you, boys. Thank you for making our presentation something special." Like a judge in a boxing ring the man held up the boys' arms, and made it impossible for the two to cover up their erections. The result was more yelling and shouting.
The boys left the stage and got some help finding their clothes. The waiter pushed Colin in front of him into a small chamber behind the bar, a room filled with empty bottles and boxes. Instead of dressing the two fell over some boxes in a tight love act. Colin found the Italian's cock and sucked him with force. The boy took action and throat-fucked the gasping Colin. Then Colin turned around and opened his arse with his own hands.
"Fuck me hottie, and fuck me hard. I need your big cock inside me now. Fuck me and make me cum here. I wish we could have had sex on the stage," Colin cried and the Italian did not hesitate. He wasn't big, but his cock was like iron. Nothing but spit and pre-cum to lubricate, and the waiter was in a hurry. He penetrated the youngster in one single trust. A howl was heard from Colin, then a "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ride me! Rape me. Fuck me, yeah, fuck me hard!"
The Italian fucker used one hand on Colin's nipples, the other wanked him furiously. Then both of them started to shoot their loads. Colin hit a box with empty bottles, sending his white cream floating down among the green bottles. His young fucker sent his load all the way inside Colin before he went down on his knees and licked every drop of his own cum from Colin's arsehole. Colin turned around and licked the young man's cock clean. Then they dressed and hurried out of the room. The whole action lasted little more than five minutes, and Colin was still as hard as when he started. He was more than ready for the visit Sergio had promised him to the 'World of Fellini.' When the fashion show resumed with the models in black stockings and lady-like lacy underwear, Colin and Sergio rose to leave the basement show.
Colin saw that his Dad was very occupied with the young waiter who just minutes earlier had fucked him. "Have you already forgotten your appointment with the white angel?" Colin whispered to his daddy and gave his growing bulge a gentle touch.
"I seem to be very attractive to the Italians." Bill grinned and gave his son a loving spank on his rounded butt.
An excited Colin sat beside Sergio in the backseat of the black Fiat, heading towards the outskirts of the North Italian city. He felt a little embarrassed too because both Sergio and himself had been blindfolded. Colin did not like to be out of control when Bill was not present, but Colin thought he could trust his Italian friend and colleague.
"Not even I know where this place is," Sergio said. "Probably run by the Mafia, but I made the appointment through a close friend so take it easy, bambino." Sergio had a hand on the youngster's upper thigh. "World of Fellini" is just my expression," Sergio continued. "It's a place with the dirtiest entertainment you can dream of. You will be in a theatre type of environment where you can choose just to watch, or to take part. I have to enslave you and let other men and creatures touch you, but remember you will always be in control yourself."
Colin tried to follow the car's movements and felt from the speed that they were outside the city. Soon they were driving on a sort of gravel road, and Colin heard what sounded like metal gates, before the sound changed as if they were in a tunnel. Colin could not know that they were deep inside an old coal mine.
Sergio and Colin were ordered by a metallic voice to take off their blindfolds. They were in a sort of changing room with delicate furniture and separate cubicles. "You have to be totally naked, except for the leash," Sergio said. Colin had no problem with that. "I'll dress as your master but I have chosen to be nearly naked too, with just a harness and a leather thong with metal buttons."
"Gives me fast access to your goodies then," Colin grinned. "But I don't want the leash around my neck. No stupid breath control things for me, you see." Sergio looked a bit confused, he knew the rule of the house; slaves kept in leash from 'station' to 'station'.
"Put the leash around my balls and cock instead. That gives you control and keeps me horny." The naked Colin was already semi-hard and Sergio made him fully erect while putting a cock ring behind his ballsack and cock, before he fetched the black leather leash.
On going inside, there was a stunning sight from the narrow balcony; a very elegant Roman bath surrounded by marble-like statues of naked youngsters and couples. No broken dicks on these statues as often seen in Italian museums, but heavy erections, from the tiny ones on some youngsters to 'real weapons' on the warriors and gods. In the pool and around it stood youngsters and their masters, being looked after by tall, shining, black men. They looked like Nubians and they were all naked and hairless with masterpieces between their legs.
"The area down there is the only place a master can make love to his boy by penetration and he has to do it in public. To reach it, we have to go through the labyrinth," Sergio said.
"The labyrinth?" Colin tried to look childish and innocent. "But what's that?" Colin pointed at an altar-like entrance with some strange creatures around.
"The entrance to hell, for those who miss the labyrinth. I guess you don't want to be under the control of the master there, the white devil; the androgynous never-really-grownup kid without cock and ass, but with the huge mouth and the yellow teeth." Sergio grinned when he saw Colin for once showing some fear.
"Let's start then." Colin gave Sergio an open mouthed kiss, and he got a kiss back without reservations. "I would like to be fucked by you down there like that guy." He pointed at an Italian-looking youngster who was held firmly by his arms and legs by two Nubians while a hairy chubby man rammed his cock in and out of the very open young arsehole.
Sergio nearly dragged Colin by his balls into the first station. The room was not at all cosy. It looked like a laboratory or a huge examination room. On the sidewall a video of young men, lined up for some medical examination was being shown. Colin recognised the movie as "The 120 days of Sodom." He didn't like that movie, nor this cold room either.
In the room were five youngsters besides Colin, all a bit shy with each other, trying to cover up their balls and cocks. "Most of them my age," Colin thought. He looked around and saw three Italians, one very hung, one Asian guy with dark pubic hair, and the last one a very young boy, perhaps even younger than himself. His tiny erection was as hard as Colin's. Colin tried to find his eyes.
There were three men, two dressed as doctors and the youngest one dressed as a nurse. The situation reminded Colin of the `Crazy Doctors' porn site. One of the doctors moved forward and said, "Line up, guys." Colin and the other youngsters formed a line with their masters standing behind them. "Untie the slaves," he said to their masters. The men did as instructed and took their places by the wall.
"In front me guys, hands behind your back, spread your legs! We need to check if you are ready for this event. Nobody will leave this room before your asses are empty and your cocks are dripping!" The man was grinning.
"I see you drip already. You like this, eh?" The doctor pointed at Colin, who found it best not to answer. A long sticky thread of pre-cum was hanging from his piss slit.
"Clean him!" The doctor commanded a young male nurse who hesitated for a minute and looked for some equipment. "Lick him, for God's sake, don't you see he's more than ready?" He pressed the youngster down on his knees.
The youngster used his tongue, then his whole mouth. Colin let him get his cock. For a second Colin forgot everything, closed his eyes and put his hands on the nurse's head. The result was a stroke from the cane held by the doctor. "I said hands behind your back, didn't I?" He shouted in a thin voice like the doctor in the movie playing in the background.
"Yes sir, sorry sir." Colin played the role well.
Colin looked at Sergio when both the doctors pulled out thin needles and sterilised them in a flame. He was not happy with needles. Colin was one of the first to be treated. He looked at the boy beside him, the very well developed Italian. One of the doctors used a huge needle and stuck it through one of the boy's nipples. Then he used many small needles around his other nipple. The boy groaned and closed his eyes, but there was no blood.
The first doctor made it look as if he was to put the needle through one of Colin's nipples. Sergio saw that Colin turned white, and he was about to lose his erection. "Has he forgotten that this is just a play?" Sergio wondered. "Colin should understand that the boy beside him is a part of the setup, specially prepared."
With two fingers the doctor twisted Colin's nipple very hard and with the other hand he used the needle. Colin gave an almost silent moan. The twisting made his cock rise again, but the needle made him scared. But it was a fake - the needle never broke his skin. The doctor went on using the needle all around his dark and very sexy areolas, painful but very arousing. Colin offered Sergio a shy smile when the doctor moved away. His cock was dripping again.
The doctor continued on to the other boys, then returned to Colin with the smallest, but hardest, nipple clips Colin had ever experienced. His knees trembled with excitement. "Get your cocks hard, and pull back your foreskins for inspection of your cockheads." The doctors were back with new needles. One of them squeezed the young Italian's cock, and without hesitation stuck a thick needle through the boy's swollen dickhead. He cried, a very affected cry though.
Colin was next. The doctor used a spike-wheel on his balls instead of needles. He also used the wheel on Colin's cock shaft and head. The boy whined, but his cock was red and hard, ready to explode, Colin admitted afterwards.
The first test in this station was done. Now the boys were commanded to bend over, show off their arses and spread their buttocks. The three men used metal speculums to open them for inspection. The youngest teenager screamed when his tiny hole was opened. Colin did not like it when his master shouted at the small one and called him "girlish." He thought about Kenny's brother Ð Kiddo Ð and suddenly he missed home very much, he told his Daddy later that night.
With lubricated gloves the doctors inspected the boys' prostates. No mercy, one thrust and then pressure. The young nurse was the one to inspect Colin. He was very close when Colin whispered, "More, do it more. I love it. You are so hot. Finger-fuck me, please. I'm cumming soon, I'm cumming soon." Everybody in the room could hear the whispering, and Colin got a light stroke from the doctor. The cane delivered a new light red line on his naked butt. Sergio coughed, and the doctor looked at him knowing that this was outside the rules.
"Okay boys. Get ready to be cleaned up for a real fuck soon," the doctor said with a grin. "Line up for the water hose. Very effective, they were filled up by the nurse and then sent one by one to the bathroom. The movie clips gave the action a surrealistic background.
The contrast with the next room, or stage, was huge. The slaves were directly pushed into what appeared to be the arena from "Spartacus." On the screen clips of the nude and nearly nude actors fighting and fucking could be seen. In the room were living actors too, taking care of the boys. The youngsters were placed in pairs on high benches; each pair was treated by a stallion-like man, dressed only in a loincloth with nothing underneath.
Colin was matched with the Asian guy. He spoke no English, but Colin smiled and tried to use his hands to make contact. The dark and rather brutal men oiled the boys with a dark oil and gave them a real full body massage. Their balls and cocks were not exempted from the treatment, and Colin was soon about to cum again. To be inside his favourite TV show was nearly too much.
"You will allow me to cut this boy's pubic hair? Will be bad for him to have it in the contest," one masseur said as he tugged the Asian's bush of black pubic hair and looked at the boy's master.
"Go on," was the short answer from a fragile-looking daddy. "He knows!"
The masseur cut the boy's pubic hair with scissors that could have been from the real time of Spartacus. Colin followed the process and saw that the man gave the boy a light wank while he trimmed his cock-hair a bit. He also saw that the stallion's huge cock was rising underneath his loincloth while he worked the boy. When he then came to Colin's side of the table he was very close. By accident, when the man was carrying out the massage, Colin felt that his hand was near the stiff cock but not close enough touch it. The man continued to work on the boys, but moved even closer to the table and now let Colin wank him while he worked.
"Sorry sir, I have to piss. I desperately have to piss." Colin did not whisper. Even with the heavy noise, everybody could hear it.
"No problem, piss here." The man helped Colin off the table and pointed at a bucket. Colin looked around. All the eyes were following him. He didn't give a damn now, this was a show for horny men, nothing else! He tried to let the flow from his rock-hard cock hit the bucket, but it was no use. As usual, he sprayed everywhere. Everybody laughed. Colin felt a small hand around his stiff cock helping him to reach the target. It was the young `Kiddo', as Colin had named him in his mind, who stood beside him smiling.
"I have to pee too," he said and took care of his little knob. Colin was the one to smile now, the little one also sprayed his yellow fluid all around rather than into the bucket.
"Hurry up, guys. Let us be ready," one of the masseurs shouted. "Let's move on to the contest." On the screen the gladiators were fighting with swords. The masseurs completed their job on the boys by covering their bodies with fine sand.
The boys were led into the next stage, a small fighting arena. "The contest is wrestling." A man in black leather thong but nothing else was standing in the middle of the arena and placed the masters and their slaves behind the low fence around the mat. "Anything is allowed, except hitting eyes and kicking of cock and balls. Now real fucking of asses. Two warnings. If you receive a third warning, you continue direct to hell', you know?" The man pointed behind. The screen showed a wrestling scene from the movie Caligula'; naked fully erect actors from the uncensored movie made a hot background for the show this evening.
The contest was very odd, and soon there were two fighters on the mat - Colin and the tough Italian guy, the one who took the needles. The fight between them started. The Italian boy was the strongest, but Colin was the fastest. After a while the two sweating guys relaxed a little. They were tired, and they were very clear horny. They wrestled from standing and from bridge, and at the end they were fighting almost like lovers. They tugged each other's balls, they even tried to push fingers into their oily arses. The onlookers were silent, with the boys around close to their masters. Some of them openly wanked, and some of them played with the men that followed them. All watched the two in the ring.
"Action, a warning to both for passivity," the judge cried. The Italian grabbed Colin's cock and started to jerk him, jerk him really hard. Colin answered by squeezing the boy's balls, then he turned around and put three fingers into the bigger boy's arse-hole. Colin suddenly screamed, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" and when the bigger boy continued his jerking Colin's spunk landed all over the boy, a real heavy eruption.
Colin finger-fucked the boy with one hand and squeezed his balls with the other. He never really touched the boy's 8 inch (20 cm) hard weapon. The boy started to cry, a sort of desperate cry, a cry to be released, to be given the freedom to cum. Colin found the boy's prostate and he loosened the grip around his balls. With a howl, he spunked off. Like Olav's friend Bjarne he came in one stream like he was pissing. He was pumping his clear liquid out into the arena that was covered with oil, sand and spunk. Colin just stared until the eruption ended but then gave his opponent a long, wet and well-returned kiss that lasted until the judge called them up.
Sergio had nearly spunked in his leather thong, he told Colin afterwards, but he had managed to cool down because he hoped to reach the final down by the Roman pool.
"Only one stage left, a stage for both of us," Sergio said when Colin again had the leash around his cock and balls.
"But what's the noise over there?" Colin looked at a wall with small round portholes.
"Take a look," Sergio said. "Another group is playing in there, not a part of our labyrinth."
Colin watched the scenery inside. On the back screen two mating horses, with help from a young man. And inside dogs and other animals; difficult to see if it was real action or just movies.
"Not my cup of tea," Colin said when he went back to Sergio.
"Sure? Why are you all stiff again then?" Sergio pointed at Colin's dripping erection.
"I was thinking about Kasim fucking me on horseback in France. I would love to do that again next summer at Reynard's farm," Colin replied as looked at his master for the evening. "You are my stallion tonight, aren't you?"
They passed another wall with portholes. "Take a look, Colin. You can go in the back door and stay for a while if you want to. You will be groped I'm sure."
Many years ago Colin had seen Fellini's cult movie `Satyricon'. The androgynous person from the movie filled the back-screen. On a small stage he watched three couples fucking, and fucking with passion. A lady-boy was fucked by a huge black man. A lady-boy fucked a daddy figure, and the third couple were two really beautiful lady-boys in Thai clothing playing with each other.
"I'm very happy that they have their arena," the young boy said in a serious tone, "but I choose to stay outside just now. And honestly, I'm hot as hell again. Will we not reach the last test soon?"
The two visitors went up some dark stairs that ended in a sort of timbered chamber. "Welcome to the inquisition," a metallic voice said. "Chose the instruments for your slave!" The voice went on.
When looking around he saw only two other boys from his `group', the Italian boy he'd wrestled earlier, and the Asian one. "What's happened to the others?" Colin whispered to Sergio.
"In hell or maybe they have switched groups." Sergio winked and grinned.
"You mean the two we just passed?" Colin was suddenly childish naive. He couldn't see any of them with either a dog or lady-boys.
"Do you really think the slaves are the ones that chose, bambino? Their masters have many hidden desires, and here in this house most of them get satisfied." Sergio pushed Colin into the room. One wall was displaying a clip from the cult movie Ð `Mondo cane' Ð a movie that showed real odd stories from around the world. Just now a young black man was covered with biting insects in a rite of passage.
"I hate biting insects," Colin admitted.
"What about nettles then?" Sergio pointed at a bundle of fresh nettles standing in the corner of the room.
"Daddy used it on me once. It gave a burning feeling, very erotic, but the doctor at home had to work on me for many hours to get rid of the small needles, so I prefer not!"
"See the light over there. You are number three on that board. The number must turn from red to green before you are allowed to enter `Paradiso', that's what they call the Roman bath downstairs.
"And heaven is where I finally will get your cock?" Colin put his hand in front of Sergio's leather thong. "I have waited so long to see and feel your dick today. Please allow me a teaser, my Stallone." Colin was about to unbutton the front of the leather thong. Sergio did nothing to stop him. A close to fully erect cock with dark balls were unveiled. "A beauty, a real beauty," Colin opened his mouth for the 8 inch (20cm) thin, dark and boyish cock. To be in his forties Sergio was a dream of a man, tanned and light hairy, smelling of pure soap and manly sweat. Nothing vanilla about this boy-loving man.
Colon licked the cock from root to head. He licked the 'string' underneath his cock. He cleaned the cockhead with the tip of his tongue and he tried to open the piss-slit as well. Colin was the prince of sucking and very slowly he let the man penetrate his lips as if it was a tight boy-pussy. In one slow thrust Sergio bottomed Colin's mouth, and the boy had no problem with swallowing the thin cock. Sergio could throat-fuck him easily, and Colin felt the cock stiffen even more.
A scream beyond fantasy caused the two to end their foreplay. The elderly master had started the treatment of his slave in the inquisition chamber. The whip was not big, and his slave was not able to take much.
"A novice," Sergio said. "He will be let in since he is new on the cross."
"And because he cries?" Colin grinned.
"Exactly, but what about you, bambino? I have seen the video from your barn show in France. I know you are a hard nut to crack!"
"You don't have to crack me. I'll give you what they want." Colin looked at the light panel that showed green for the Asian youngster whose bum and lower back were now red from the heavy strokes. He was thanking his master by working his unwilling cock.
Sergio placed Colin on a combination of cross and chain hoist until he was unable to move. "The problem is that Reynard wants you clean and unmarked tomorrow. He wants me to take a nearly nude erotic set of pictures of you for his new gallery in Paris, and he wants new pictures of your cock and balls too. So we can't play with whips or canes today."
Sergio changed his attitude. He went close up to Colin and squeezed his balls quite hard. "But I have my methods, boy. You think I'm a softy, eh?"
"No sir, you're my tough stallion. Please play with me, sir. Be hard on me sir, but let me cum again, sir." Sergio was wanking Colin, letting his cockhead shine, and pushing the boy's foreskin to the limit in every jerk. Colin was prepared for heavier action. He was filled with endorphins after the long day of sexual stimulation.
"So you want to cum again, do you boy? Not so easy, not so easy this time." Sergio left Colin in the chains and went up to a cabinet full of equipment. Colin saw that he was the only one now with a red light, and he also saw that the other two youngsters and their daddies were waiting to see what would be the treatment for Colin.
"You know these spices?" Sergio showed Colin a red chilli pepper and a ginger root.
"I know the chilli sir, but not the other one," Colin whispered.
"Okay boy, then you will learn. Since you loved the feeling of nettles, you will like these plants even more, and best of all, no marks. No marks. The French signore will have his young icon looking immaculate." Sergio talked to himself now as he chopped the chilli finely and added it to a small bowl of oil. Colin was not convinced.
After another visit to the cabinet, Sergio returned with a shaving brush. "Let my paint your beautiful tits, boy." Sergio dipped the brush into the oil. Colin could see that Sergio was still nearly naked, the thong was more like a cockring now. And he was very excited, his cock was like a pole, and his cockhead was shining with pre-cum.
At first the feeling was cold. Then the tits felt like they were being squeezed by nails. Colin moaned. "You like this, boy? You like it tough, eh?" Sergio went on painting the dark areolas with the concentrated chilli oil. Colin felt the heat in his whole body. He started to tremble, he started to sweat, and he whined more and more. He closed his eyes, his cock seemed to rise even more, and his pre-cum was dripping.
"You like this, don't you?" Sergio was very close. "You want some more perhaps?"
"Yes sir, please sir, give me more sir," Colin had one thought in head, one though only: To spunk, to get the orgasm he longed for from brain to balls, and then relax and piss. But he was not there yet.
Sergio used the brush and painted some of the chilli oil on Colin's ball-sack. Not too much. "This is play, and not torture," he said as he looked at the older man who tried to press Sergio to apply oil on Colin's cockhead.
Colin screamed, first surprised, then by the intense sticky feeling. "But the nettles in our playroom at home were worse," Colin admitted to Bill when describing the treatment later on.
Sergio knew that the effect of the oil would decrease, so from the cabinet he fetched another item. "Look here, boy. I have carved a buttplug from the ginger root. I guess you would like to try it." Sergio spread Colin's legs and found his arsehole. Sergio knew from own experiments that the ginger root would give Colin an extreme feeling, but wouldn't hurt him in any way. He had left most of the peel on, only some parts of the root juice would be in contact with his insides.
Colin felt the buttplug like another filling of his sensitive love hole. Then after just a few minutes the effect of the ginger started. Colin was yelling. "Take if out. Damn! Take it out, it's killing me!" he cried.
"Press it out yourself, that's the best," Sergio said, still taking care of Colin's stiff cock. "It was not fair of me," Sergio admitted afterwards. "Using arse muscles on the root only reinforces the burning feeling."
Colin had been silent for a while. His eyes were closed, but his hips worked as if he was fucking. He fucked Sergio's two hands like it was a pussy. Now he started to moan. Sergio felt that the orgasm was coming, and now he didn't want to stop him from cumming, but he stopped the wanking.
Colin pushed his hips forward. It was a primal roar that was heard in the room, and then he screamed, "I'm cumming!" He started to spunk, and sent volley after volley of cum hands-free out into the room. The two masters had placed their sons kneeling in front of Colin and they were covered in Colin's white cream. They all could see that Colin relaxed now and then the butt plug dropped from his arse. Then he started to piss, slowly, then harder. The two young boys were left in the yellow shower and were soaked from head to toe.
"How was it, bambino?" Sergio released Colin from the chains.
"It was like when my Dad took my cherry years ago. It started like hell, and ended like heaven. The big difference is that I loved the man who took my virginity, but I could have killed the man that put the disgusting piece of root into my arse!" Colin hugged the naked stallion.
Now they got the green light to enter `Paradiso'.
To be continued