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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 81
"How was your meeting with the team last night, Kenny? Don told me that he invited you to stay in their hotel overnight. He wanted you in bed, Buddy?" Colin spoke as he entered the production van where his room-mate Kenny was waiting for the photo session to start. Outside, Midhope Castle - pretending to be the fictional Jamie Fraser's childhood home of Lallybroch - was covered in the morning sunshine.
"A cool meeting and a strange one. I had to undress for them, Kiddo, and try on most of the different underwear we will wear today. I didn't know there was going to a chick present. Quite an old chick though, but really something." Kenny grinned. "And her husband was nice too, very Italian, very helpful."
"What about Don then? What do you think of him? I have worked with him quite a lot, you know." Colin started to undress. He looked for his bathrobe.
"You mean he has fucked you quite a lot, Kiddo? Your kind of man, I guess. He was very professional though, except when he was testing his cameras. I saw him taking lots of pictures of me naked." Kenny reached for the robe handed to him by Colin. "But he said I was too hairy for the modelling."
"Too hairy? You're a real man for God's sake. Which is what they asked for, wasn't it?" Colin snarled.
"No problem, Kiddo. I had to get my butt shaved, a little embarrassing, but I made a show of it when Mr Matthews - Don as you call him - asked the old chick to take me to the bathroom. Did you know she's a makeup artist in Milan?" Kenny grinned again. "Don followed us to the bathroom with his camera, and Mr Sieger stood in the doorway too. Quite a show, eh? But she had done that kind of work before, it seems. Very handy, fucking handy. Made my cock rise ready for everything. To tease her I turned around and asked her to trim my cock-hair too. The lady was blushing, Kiddo, and hesitated but Don said it was a good idea!"
"Did sheÉ?" Colin had questions.
"Yes, she did. She used one hand on my swollen cock and used the other to trim me with a razor. Better than a wank, Kiddo." Kenny pulled down his boxers and, as if he was shy, he put on the robe Colin handed him to hide his growing erection.
"Let me take a look. I like your hairy arse, and your bush is a real man's bush, not like mine." Colin stripped off Kenny's robe and made him turn around. He made his room-mate spread his legs and bend forward. It was strange for Colin to see his friend's arse crack hairless like his own.
"So a shaved bum was all the excitement you got yesterday. Not much to tell stories about, eh?" Colin teased his friend.
"Well, guess who knocked at my door just after I went to bed?" Kenny grinned.
"Young Robin, I suppose?" Colin answered.
"No, Robin came after midnight and slept in my arms until early morning. Mr Italiano was the first caller, inviting me to have a nightcap in their room, and I didn't have to dress up, he said!" Kenny opened his buttocks with his hands.
"Ten minutes till action!" Don put his head inside the door, but left without disturbing the pair.
"Get me down, Kiddo, I can't present a boner like this!" Kenny showed off his 10 inch (almost 26 cm) weapon.
With one hand Colin took care of the cock, the other played with his balls, while his mouth and nose snuffled in the arsecrack. "You smell of old lady," Colin declared.
"How would you know, Kiddo?" Kenny retorted.
"And the stubble is like sandpaper." Colin went on rimming and licking. Soon he had his tongue inside his mate who after some minutes was like jelly in his hands. Colin wanked Kenny's circumcised cock without mercy, and when Colin heard the familiar sounds from his mate reaching orgasm, he turned him around and swallowed his cock. The spunk hit the back of Colin's mouth, again and again, but the well-trained cocksucker had no problems taking care of it all.
"Well Kenny, we have to be professional now. Show your shaved arse to them. I have to try to keep flaccid inside the jocks we are presenting." The two mates went out of the van dressed in robes and slippers.
"We are going to show off our new model now. You haven't seen it yet, Colin, but your friend here tried it on yesterday. It's a model that suits well-rounded butts extremely well." Armino, the Italian man looked at Elena, and blushed.
The lady continued the description. "We based the design on a girl's g-string but with a manly broad waistband, and of course a pouch, and then we made the back in a small Y-shape. It's not a traditional sports jock and it's not like traditional briefs. It's a combination of both, very sexy without being vulgar. We have produced it in three-coloured material, very fancy."
"Put them on both of you. Small minus for you, Colin, and Medium for you, Kenny." Don took command. "On the front steps of the castle, Colin. Two steps down and to the side, Kenny. You will be the shade at first, then we get a clear view of yourÉsexy bum! You act, Colin. I shoot...and remember the underwear is the focus so no erection today, Colin. What you present, Kenny, is your own business as your front will not be seen." Don smiled at Kenny who had problems with his half-hard dick in the small garment.
"Spread your legs a bit, both of you. Straighten up. Be men! Very good, very good." Don shouted after half an hour's work and five different colour combinations.
"We will take another set on the stairs inside and then we are finished at `Lallybroch.'" Don was happy with his models.
Colin smiled when he saw Don photograph Kenny every time he turned around. "The model with the much too visible bulge will never be a part of an ordinary sale," Colin thought. "But Don has other places for marketing photos, I'm sure!"
The boys were about to put on some clothes when a black limo-like car arrived and parked just behind the van. A uniformed chauffeur opened the door and an elderly man, grey-haired, slender, and extremely well-dressed stepped out.
"Ciao, ragazzi." The man raised his hand to Colin. "You remember me from Italy? Who is your friend?"
"Si, si, I remember you, signore. You were in Signore Beroni's house and I think they called you Padre." Colin smiled. "Please meet my good friend, Kenny." Kenny took the man's hand and tried to hide the fact that he was almost naked.
"No need to cover up such a body." The man smiled, and then met Colin's eyes again. "Where is the rest of the team?"
"They are at the back taking some pictures of the exterior," Colin said. "Will you tell them we have a guest, Kenny, please?" Kenny left dressed in only his bathrobe.
When alone Colin went up to the man. The two hugged and the man found Colin's stiffening cock inside his robe. "Last time I saw you, you were completely naked," the man whispered.
"Yes Padre, and you were the one that watched when Sergio fucked me in the pool." With one hand Colin found the man's bulge. He was pleased to feel a very excited Italian gentleman. "And you were the man that let me sit on your lap feeling your huge erection. You were also the man that called Signore Beroni names when he ordered me to follow him to the tower room, remember?" Colin was still very close.
"I remember, very well. Beroni wanted you for himself. He sends his greetings by the way, and so does my son, Sergio." The man straightened up when he saw the team coming.
Arminio and Elena went up to the man and kissed him on both cheeks, like typical Italians. Bill recognised the man too, but had hardly spoken to him before. Suddenly the youngest, Colin, took charge and introduced Padre.
"I'm here to see how you manage. I'm attending a trade conference here in Edinburgh, and since I now own 51% of your company, I was curious about what you are doing here. I'm really happy to meet you all. I know you are on your way to the next location and I will not disturb you in your work." Padre looked around and found Bill's eyes.
"Please allow Colin to travel with me to the next set-up. We have some business to discuss. Just tell the chauffeur where to go." The man was for sure someone that was used to getting his own way. Bill hesitated. He was the one that took care of his son's business affairs. He looked back at Colin and knew the answer. He just smiled and nodded. Colin made a tiny wink with his left eye.
"We are going to Blackness Castle," Colin said. "We will cross the bridge over the Forth to Queensferry. That's where Black Jack Randall flogged Jamie, you know. Well, in the tv show. It's good that we don't have to go all the way to Fort William where it was meant to have happened." Colin ended his short speech. With great self-assurance he followed the Italian gentleman into the black limo, just dressed in his bathrobe.
"What a star!" Kenny grinned, then he punched Bill's shoulder. "You will have to take care of me then!"
"With pleasure!" Bill looked at the naked body inside the open robe. Kenny did not cover up his body, a body both Bill and his son admired.
"Please give us some privacy!" Padre gave orders to the chauffeur. The side windows went grey and the window between the chauffeur and the back seat was blacked out.
"I want you to sit on my lap like you did in Italy," Padre asked, but ordered.
"You want me to undress sir, like in Italy?" Colin took off his robe.
"Si Bambino, si!" The man was excited. Sergio, Colin's Milan photographer, had told him that Padre was 72 but still a stallion. Sergio was not really his son, he was his nephew, but he had been brought up in Padre's Lago Garda castle not far from Signore Beroni.
"Beroni wants you to take up the offer for Latin studies in Milan," the man began. "And I will, with pleasure, host both you and your daddy."
"You really mean to discuss business?" Colin whispered. "I thought you wanted to carry on some other business with me." He kissed the man's cheek, but not in the formal Italian way. He let the man get his hot lips and Padre met him, hot and eager for an old businessman. "You want me to suck you sir? You are as hard as iron." Colin spoke near the man's ear.
"Si, si. But I want to play with you first." He let Colin lie down in his lap, with his head on the side cushion. Colin put one leg on the back of the seat, the other on a shelf in front.
The man's manicured hands started work on Colin's nipples. He knew how to get the boy to whimper. With fingers, short nails and again fingers, he made the well-formed tits erect like hard nuts. Then he put his fingers inside Colin's mouth and let him suck them before he again worked the nubs. Pre-cum was dripping down Colin's stiff cock. With his fingers, Padre collected some of the pre-cum, put one finger back to Colin's mouth, the other into his own. Then he again collected a slimy drop and used it as liniment on the now swollen boy-tits.
Padre let his hands roam over Colin's body but did not touch the young cock. With soft hands he played with Colin's balls. He found his nuts inside and squeezed them, not too hard, but hard enough to make Colin's cock stiffen even more. Colin could not but yelp, not with pain, but with excitement. "Be careful," Colin whispered. "Or I will come in your hands."
Padre changed position and Colin spread his legs to give the man access to his back-door. With spit from his mouth, Padre pushed one finger inside the young model without hesitation. Colin whined. The situation was turning extremely hot.
The Italian stallion opened a small compartment in front of him and found a tube of sun lotion. "This will have to do," he said to himself and then used it on his fingers and inside Colin's arse. He continued to finger-fuck the boy for some time.
With four fingers inside him and regular work on his prostate, Colin was close to the edge again. "Please Padre, give me your cock. I feel it close to my back. You are damned hard, aren't you sir?" Colin had problems talking.
"Yes, a blue pill is a good assistant you know, and with a boy like youÉ wonders happen! But you are to be photographed again very soon," Padre said. "Are you sure?"
"Yes sir, I know how to close after a gentle fuck. You will be gentle eh?" Colin was now kneeling in the huge car. He removed the man's jacket, then opened the man's fly, and smiled when he saw JustColin briefs on the man aged 72. His cock was hard, yes, very hard, the cockhead was free from foreskin, but he was not circumcised. Colin took the cock in his mouth. He licked and sucked, aware of a grown-up smell, and not a bad one.
Then the man took control. Placing his hands on the back of Colin's head, he pushed the boy's neck back and throat-fucked him, gently but very direct. Colin's gagged and tears came to his eyes.
The man withdrew. "Sorry Bambino, sorry I was too fast. Sorry."
"No problems. It's just that there is too little space here and I'm a bit uncomfortable." Colin turned around. Without asking he found the man's lap again, spread his arsecheeks and with his back to the man's chest he lowered himself down on the waiting Italian cock.
"You are big, sir, but I can take you." Colin knew the best comment for a man, young or old. But the man was not small. His 8 inches (20 cm) was worthy of an old stallion. Colin lowered himself in a single thrust and started to ride without hesitation. The man placed a hand around Colin's dick while his other hand he went back to Colin's nipples. Colin knew how this would end and he would be there soon. For the third time during this backseat car journey, he was close to climax and this time he could not stop. He shot his load all over the wall in front. White, creamy spunk dripped down, one eruption, two eruptions, more. Colin closed his eyes and thought he would never stop.
"Sorry about the mess in your car, sir." Colin grinned. The man carried on and on. Colin was afraid that he would not be able to help this gentleman over the edge, but then he thought, "I have done this before." With all his experience he tightened his arse-muscles. First the man screamed in pain, then he screamed with lust and fire. Colin gave him the tightest boy-cunt he could manage.
"Grazie bambino, grazie," the man whispered when Colin took the man's cock back in his mouth for a tender cleaning. "Let me clean you, bambino." The man used his monogrammed handkerchief, cleaned Colin's arse, sniffed the silk and put it back in his pocket.
"It was a pleasure to meet your son again, Senore. I will make him some offers. Please take up the contact. I know you are in charge of business matters now." Padre gave Bill his card, then he turned to Don and his Italian team.
Colin shook a little when he saw the wooden pole in the centre of the room, supposedly the pole where Jamie had been beaten by the crazy Englishman who both hated him and adored him. "I just want to show off some underwear here," Colin whispered to his dad.
"Well son, I guess Don has other plans as well, but let's do the light job first. You smell of Italian castles by the way." Bill grinned.
"You know how pleased I am with you oldies." Colin grinned back.
The crew applauded when Kenny came into the arena. He was dressed in a tiny, tight, black sports-jock and a black hood with openings for the eyes. On his feet he had black leather boots and in his gloved hands he carried a real ox-whip.
"Maybe a bit too much." Mr Sieger looked at Don. "We are just presenting our new sports-jock, not a heavy action porn movie." The youth-magazine editor sounded a bit worried.
"It's cool, really cool, Dad," young Robin commented to his father.
"Kenny will be little more than a silhouette in the pictures. Colin will do the presenting. I think he can pretend to be bound to the pole," said Don.
"But I will not use the whip on him. No way!" Kenny proclaimed. "I'm not into that business."
"Have you never been spanked? A tough guy like you has needed some correction, I guess." Don worked with his cameras.
"My dad spanked me from an early age, but when I was fifteen I hit him back. The old man broke his nose and he never touched me after that. My one and only hit! " Kenny lifted his mask and grinned.
Don outlined the theme. "The two floggings of Jamie Fraser are probably the most visual part of the Outlander story so far. We picture the spot here, but not the action. Colin's clean pale white skin will be a contrast to what people remember from Jamie - his badly beaten back."
"And we will change the unsexy white sports-jocks into sexy underwear for youngsters who want to show off their bum inside tight jeans or shorts," Armino said as he displayed a series of colourful jocks.
Colin arrived beside Bill, again just in a white robe, but with his hair now styled after his backseat drive with the Italian guy. He went up to the pole and threw the robe to the waiting Robin. His thong was red and black, with a narrower ribbon than other sport jocks and Just Colin printed on the pouch. The ribbons underneath the buttocks framed the round globes. Without instruction, Colin started to work with the pole. Don placed Kenny beside him. The contrast was exactly what Don wanted. "Spray him!" Don shouted. "Let him look sweaty!" Elena was there with her spray.
"And lift your arm with the whip!" Don worked hard. "More light on Colin," he called to Armino who was holding the huge daylight screen.
Kenny kept his black jock on through the whole session while Colin had to change five or six times. Again he skipped using the van. He changed in front of the team. Bill wondered how many nude pictures Don had taken of Colin in secret, in addition to those of the well-endowed Kenny as the `executioner'. Every time Colin bent he showed parts of his arse crack. This underwear was really sexy. Bill looked at Mr Sieger who had to correct his own bulge from time to time.
"Stay cool Colin, we will soon be finished. No hard-on now. Adjust his dick Elena, we must see the printed letters, not a stiffy!" Don grinned when the lady went up to Colin and adjusted his cock inside the pouch. Colin looked at Bill, who winked. Colin was red, but managed to go on.
"Okay guys, we'll take the short drive to Linlithgow Palace now and find the prison where Black Jack Randall at last fucked poor Jamie. Half an hour break and some drinks first, Robin." Don looked around but did not see the lad.
"He's in the basement with Kenny," Colin said. "Guess Kenny needs some relief," he whispered to his dad. "He was the one that made me hard at the end. Did you see Kenny's cock escape from the jock?"
"I did," Bill answered. "Could have been a good porn here today."
"But didn't you see Don take as many pictures of Kenny as of me?" Colin smiled. "Don will wank his cock skinless tonight when he looks through those pictures."
The prison had been a sort of backdrop, but the `stage' from the tv show's Wentworth Prison was still there.
Colin was acting alone this time, and he was very familiar with the low-cut bikini from his first collection. This time there were new colours and a new front-cut, letting him show some shadows of his trimmed pubic hair.
Don placed him in chains, in a cage, between bars, and on the bench known from the rape scene. He ended with a lot of close ups, and smiled when he saw a wet spot in the last bikini.
"Well done, all of you!" Don said as he finished off outside the prison. "Sorry you have to leave us so soon." Don bade farewell to both the Italians and the Germans. Colin hugged them all and a grinning Kenny got a kiss from his Italian lady admirer.
The waiting taxi headed for the airport with an open window and a shouting and waving Robin. "That boy has been hard all day, Kiddo," Kenny whispered to Colin.
"Didn't you fuck him in the basement?" Colin asked.
"Are you jealous, Kiddo?" Kenny put an arm around his mate and did not answer.
"I have ordered some food from one of the restaurants in Linlithgow," Don said. "Let's have a meal now. And then we do the finale, or should I say, take the more private photos for Mr Reynard.
To Bill's surprise Colin had put on his kilt when he was taken barefoot back to the Blackness Castle execution/punishment platform. His face and upper body were marked by some dirt, but the rest of his body was shining in the afternoon sun.
"We won't use the pole this time. I've set up a wooden St Andrew's cross." Don gave his orders to Kenny who was following the prisoner. Kenny was dressed only in a black leather thong, a tight brown hoody and black leather boots. In his belt was a huge tawse and in his hand a real horsewhip. "We tie him up like they did to Jamie Fraser," Don continued. "Spread your legs, Colin, and give me your arms." In seconds Colin was bound to the wooden cross. Don started with the camera again.
Bill, dressed in the same outfit as Kenny, was the one to do the actual whipping. He reached for the huge horsewhip and tried it on the nearby pole. Both Bill and Don were satisfied that the marks would look like blood. "Look at me when Black Jack Randall hits you," Don shouted. Kenny closed his eyes when the first stroke hit Colin's back. It was acting but Bill was suddenly uncertain. He went up to the kid and checked the marks across his back. "It's just colour from the stained whip," he whispered to Colin.
"But it burns like hell." Colin looked at Bill. "Save your force for the tawse, okay!"
Bill placed the next strokes in a sort of pattern up and down Colin's back, giving the indication of a prisoner being heavily beaten. Some more strokes with the horsewhip and Colin's back started to look like Jamie Fraser's. The last stroke landed on Colin's kilt and made it fall to the ground. Colin was naked on the platform, and Don was pleased that he could picture a dripping erection. He shot closeups from all sides before he again looked at Bill who picked the tawse from his belt.
"Free his cockhead completely," Don ordered Kenny.
"Use your lips, big boy." Colin grinned when his room-mate knelt in front of him. He pushed the small-cocked boy's foreskin back, maybe a bit harder than necessary. Colin whined. "I'll get you back, fucker!" Colin shouted.
"Sorry Kiddo, didn't know you were that soft after all those strokes." Kenny was the one that grinned now. Then he placed Colin's cock into his waiting mouth and sucked him for real. Don worked like crazy with his camera. Bill smiled when he saw the tenting in the professional photographer's safari shorts.
"Okay, Bill. Use the tawse now. We want some real strikes and there is no colouring on this item." Bill tested the tawse on his own hand.
Colin howled when the first stroke hit his left buttock, and then again when the next stroke hit. Two very clear red stripes were visible on the white butt. Bill went up to his son, spat in his palm and soothed the boy. He also used a hand to tug Colin's balls and check the hard erection.
"No more screaming, baby. Remember Jamie Fraser, and remember Black Jack is here to break you down, then to fuck you senseless." Bill went back in position and let the tawse fall again, lower this time and then even lower. Bill looked at Don and hesitated. He hoped the man had the pictures he needed for his French customer.
"Spread your arse a bit, Colin. Try to hit the crack, Bill." Don talked behind the camera when the split part of the tawse hit Colin's balls. A long thread of pre-cum dripped from Colin's piss-slit. Don turned and got a very hot picture of the sticky drops.
"You think you can cum hands-free today, Colin?" Don took more pictures of the pumping cock.
Colin worked with his arse muscles and knew he could do it himself, but he wanted to put on a show too. "Lick my pussy, Kenny. Lick me like that American virgin you fancy!" Colin was happy to get his mate back for the foreskin-torture.
Again Kenny knelt and again he showed off his sucking skills. At last he tongue-fucked the bound victim. Bill saw that Colin was close to cumming. He used the handle of the tawse on Colin's erect nipples. The boy purred like a happy cat. "I'll be cumming soon, Don. Do you want me to shoot in your lens?" Colin shouted with hard eyes. Bill used nails on his son's sore nipples and made the lad shiver.
"I'm cumming! Damn, I'm cumming!" Hands-free Colin shot his load all over the platform in front on him. Don had changed to a speed-cam so he had a large selection of eruption shots coming from today's Jamie Fraser.
Acting as the fainted Jamie, Colin was hanging uncomfortably by his arms before he was cut down by the hooded men.
It was late afternoon when the reduced team was back in the prison replica at Linlithgow Palace. Kenny was back in his role as Black Jack Randall. Colin, as Jamie Fraser, was chained on a floor covered with straw, dressed only in a dirty kilt. Kenny, as Randall, was looking down on him, sipping wine from a crystal glass. This was theatre and Colin loved it. His back and his bum looked still terrible and without telling Bill, the job with the tawse had caused real pain for him.
"Okay, we're ready for the rape scene." Don was organised. "The rape scene was - beside the flogging scenes - the hardest and the most erotic setup in the first season of `Outlander'. Black Jack Randal managed at last to break down Jamie Fraser, and even if we didn't see it for real, Jamie was fucked by Randal on this table, and Jamie, the tough hero later had to admit that he spunked off during Randal's brutal fuck."
"I want you face down to start with, then to the side so I see your face." Don commanded as he placed Colin in position.
"Randal broke Jamie's hand with a hammer and nailed him to the bench. We will use a chain. Find a hammer and some nails Kenny, and scream Colin when you are nailed to the bench." Don used the camera and Bill was reduced to holding the light in the quite dark room.
"I have promised you to be incognito Kenny, so keep your hoody on, but I want you naked, all damn naked, and for the first time today I would like that cock of yours to become the monster it is." Don corrected his own growing bulge.
"That cock makes even a professional tremble. What do you say Bill? Your son has caught the `cock of the year' with that lad." Don looked at Bill. Kenny blushed and Colin grinned.
"No more instructions from me, boys. Kenny, your job is to rape Colin. Fuck him hard and make him cum before you drench him with your own milk. I want to see your cum in his hair, on his face and in his mouth. And when you finish him, you piss on him, okay? You understand, Kenny? And you are not to be helpful Colin, okay?" Don instructed his cast.
"And Kenny, I will tell you to stop when your cock is inside Colin's arsehole. Mr Reynard wants a close-up picture of Colin's tear-wet face while a huge dick is penetrating him. You can manage, guys?" Don was more of a boss than Colin had ever heard him. He loved it, but he wished that Don could have fucked him himself. Colin loved to be fucked by his roomy, but he had that pleasure every day. Don, a super stallion, and extremely handsome man in his fifties, was a man much more to Colin's taste. It wasn't strange that Don was one of the few that made Bill jealous. Colin had known that from the first time they met at a railway station in France. Colin had once told Bruce, Bill's best friend, that his way to get a really hard and close to brutal fuck from his dad, was to talk about Don as a competitor.
"I want Colin greased up." Bill's voice was clear. "Come over here, Kenny. I'll put some lube on your monster." With hands filled with jelly Bill did a lot more than just prepare him. Kenny closed his eyes and moaned at Bill's treatment. "Now prepare Colin." Bill gave Kenny the tube of KY jelly.
"It would be more realistic with a dry fuck." Don said, "But okay, you are a good actor, Colin. And you can pretend to struggle to get your cock in him, Kenny." Don grinned. "Go on now guys! Act!"
The fight between the two was hot, and both were horny as never before. Kenny's challenge was not to cum too early. He had to stop from time to time, but since Don was just taking stills they managed well. Kenny broke a nail and scratched Colin's neck. Real blood on the set now, but they went on.
"Stop for a moment," Don shouted. "Shine more light on Colin's face, Bill, and lift your leg a bit, Colin. Good, very good." Don managed to get his close-up of Kenny's penetrating cock.
Bill smiled when he saw Don focus on Kenny's newly shaven entrance and his beautiful hanging balls too. "Some extra money there," Bill thought.
"Go on with the fucking, Kenny. Fill me up. I can't wait any longer. I want to cum now, and I want your milk in my mouth and I want your yellow dessert. Go on, man. Do it like at home. Forget about these oldies. Let them cum in their knickers!" Colin was in his very special mood and Kenny did exactly what he was told by his friend.
"I'm cumming!" Colin shouted. "I'm cumming!" He managed another hands-free spunking shot for Don's camera. Shortly afterwards Kenny pointed his circumcised cock at Colin's face and did exactly what Don wanted. With open mouth Colin caught the last eruptions. The hardest part was the pissing but after some licking from Colin, Kenny was ready and gave the bound and raped Jamie/Colin his man-juice over his body, his hair, and his face. Colin opened his mouth and gave Don a picture of a mouth filled with frothy yellow liquid.
"Well done, guys. Well done." Don helped Colin off the bench. "There's a small pond out there. Take a wash. You can shower later on."
"I'm in a hurry to reach the airport hotel," Don said. "I hope Colin will drive me there. I have the first flight tomorrow home to London. Will you drive the rented van back to Glasgow, Kenny? You will arrange to pay the bills as always, Bill?" Don did not wait for answers.
"Tell Mr Reynard that I will pay Kenny a full salary. And remember he has the same rights as Colin about the nude pictures!" Bill and Don ended the business talk with a formal handshake.
"What we did now was porn, wasn't it?" Kenny looked at Bill as he sped the huge van on the motorway westbound for Glasgow. "My old man would kill me if he knew."
"Just private pictures for Mr Reynard in France, and Don is very trustworthy. Neither of them would ever hurt Colin in any way, and they wouldn't hurt his friend either. There will be some other men wanking while looking at your balls and cock and I don't blame them," Bill said. "But only trusted friends of Mr Reynard so don't worry." Kenny just grinned. They were both silent for some miles.
"You want to shag me again, sir?" Kenny broke the silence.
"ButÉ" Bill tried to answer.
"I want you to fuck me all the way again, sir. Nobody has since you fucked me last time. I saw you were horny today, many times. You fancy my body, sir?" Like any other stud, any other rugby player, he was very proud of his body.
"You have a god's body, Kenny. Seeing you fucking Colin today was arousing for an old manÉ" Bill touched Kenny's bare arm.
"You want me to suck you now, sir. We could stop the van, you know." Kenny slowed down.
"Not now, my friend. I want to be home when Colin is back from Don. I will drop you at the University and take the van home. It's rented until tomorrow, you know." Bill tried to cover his huge erection. Just the thought of Kenny sucking him was enough. Again there was silence.
"You need help from our garage, from Mr Morisson, from time to time, Colin tells me." Bill broke the silence.
"Aye, he never takes cashÉ well, I give him some service back." Kenny grinned.
"I bet he doesÉhe doesÉ" Bill swallowed. "Maybe you could make a visit to me next time you are in town." Bill had trouble looking at Colin's room-mate.
"I'm going to the garage tomorrow afternoon. I promised Colin to pick him up for a swim event." Kenny grinned again.
"Perfect. Just send me a message. Come for a hot meal, and someÉ play." Bill swallowed.
"But ColinÉ" Kenny stopped the van outside the university gate.
"I want to have him there when I shag you. That's what you called it, wasn't it?" Bill let Kenny leave. "We have a deal, son? Tomorrow afternoon?"
Bill hugged the huge boy, hugged him hard. He kissed his naked neck. Kenny did not move. "You think Don will be fucking Colin tonight, sir?" Kenny whispered.
"I guess he might. Why do you ask?" Bill kissed him again.
"Don could have asked me to drive him to the hotel, you know?" Kenny looked at Bill and smiled.
"And you would have done that, horny devil." Bill gave the boy a high five.
"I do like you old ones, you know sir!" Kenny was inside the gate before Bill could reply.
"Please wait in the car a few minutes while I check in and find a robe for you." Don left Colin's car close to the hotel entrance. Colin had been driving shirtless in half-wet shorts after cleaning himself in the small pond. He longed for a shower and agreed to follow Don inside, even though he knew Bill was waiting for him at home.
"You smell of Kenny," Don said. Colin was standing naked in front of him in the small hotel bathroom.
"I love his scent but now I smell like a shithouse," Colin said as he entered the shower.
"Let me look at your butt, Colin dear. Your daddy was hard with you today, harder than necessary. And Kenny was sorry for scratching you." Don used a clean towel on Colin's neck.
"Dad punished me because I looked at you more than him. You know he's jealous of you, sir." Colin smiled and knew this was far from the truth. Colin had responded well, and didn't mind the heavy tawse. He wanted reality for the photos.
"Why don't you undress sir and give my Daddy a reason for his jealousy. Don't tell me you wanted a drive from me to the hotel just so that I could have a warm shower." Colin faced the man, fully erect and in a provocative pose. Don started to unbutton his shirt while Colin was playing with his nipples and soap-wanking his cock.
"I've wanted you for two days now, son, so stop teasing me. The flat hand hit Colin's already marked left buttock, the next found the other. Colin whined, more with surprise than pain.
"Please don't hit me anymore, sir. I'm all yours. Just command me, please." Colin found room in the shower for the man. Don's body was almost like a youngster's - well tanned, no blemishes or body-hair, and the cock was thick and hard, not veiny like most men his age.
Instinctively Colin knew what the man wanted. He knelt and opened his mouth. Don filled him with his yellow liquid. Colin was in a way angry. Now he showed his strength. He did not swallow. The waterfall ran down his body and he spat the last drops out when Don finished.
Don lifted Colin up on his feet, then hugged him and kissed him. "You win, bloody Scotch, you bloody win, Jamie Fraser. I'm not your commander." Don turned off the shower, found dry towels and dried the young model with love and tenderness. At last he took Colin's dick and balls and licked them before he caressed the young body from head to toes. Colin returned the gesture and tried his best to take the thick cock all the way into his mouth. Don was too horny to let the youngster continue so he withdrew and lifted Colin into the huge hotel bed.
"My back is sore from the prison show," Colin said, "so please lie down, sir." With all his skill he rode himself and Don to a common heaven for the next half hour. When Colin filled Don's mouth with his spunk, the man swallowed every drop and when Don moved around and again found Colin's mouth, Colin did not protest.
"You are so quiet, Colin dear." Bill had been serving a late evening meal back in their own kitchen. "It's been a tough weekend for you. A lot of people and a lot of action, but it's as you like it, I guess."
"I do, daddy. The weekend has been hotter than I thought, and Kenny did a good job too. He loves to show off his sexy body." Colin looked at Bill. "You seem to find him sexy too, Daddy. You eat him with your eyes while correcting your bulge."
"He's a sexy hunk, yes. You jealous?" Bill grinned. "But he's not as sexy as you, son." Bill went behind Colin and hugged him. "But I know something is wrong, son. I've seen it all weekend when our eyes meet, and why did you rest with your eyes on the canes when we went inside the house here today?"
"I think you need to use one, Daddy. I'm sure I have disappointed you." Colin looked at his dad with wet eyes. A bit shocked Bill went in front of his son and stood him up in front of the kitchen bench.
"In what way, son? We have no secrets, have we?" Bill was worried.
"The night after Olav and Thor left, Kenny left too. I had no mates around. I felt left alone and lonely so I searched companyÉ and sex." Colin added and hesitated. "I went out in the Glasgow parks to search for it. I went to some piss-houses, and I ended up at the old brown gay-bar."
"You went cruising in Glasgow alone at night? Son, are you crazy? It's damn dangerous. There are rapists out there, and homophobes, and you have a well-known face now. Stop thinking with your cock, for God's sake, Colin!" Bill was furious. "Who did you meet then?" He was almost shouting now.
"Nobody really. I was by myself in the pub, had some drinks, and after some dirty cruising by a couple of guys, I met a mate from Uni, a pizzaboy working for his uncle, Rolando. He was the man who did the food at Thor's party, you remember?" Colin did not look at Bill, and his voice was nervous. "Rolando fucked me in the bakery at closing time."
"I don't give a fuck about Rolando. He's been in bed with your professor too, so he's clean, but I don't want my partner to be a slut in the Glasgow parks. You hear that, son? You understand what I say, Colin?" Bill raised his voice.
"Aye, Daddy," Colin whispered and looked down.
"Look at me, Colin. You understand? I don't want my son a slut in the parks of Glasgow. Answer me!" Bill's hard fists were white. "You understand?"
"Yes, sir. I do. I'm sorry!" Colin was loud and clear.
"Take the whip. Go to the `playroom' and prepare. You know what's coming?" Bill was white with anger and frustration.
"Yes sir, I know!" Colin stood up from the table, went out in the hall, grabbed the medium rattan cane and opened the door to reach the `playroom'.
When Bill entered the room shortly after, the naked Colin was bending over the bench with spread legs and buttocks lifted. Beside the bench Colin had placed the cane. In the fully lit room Bill saw that Colin's back and butt were no longer coloured by paint but there were clearly visible red stripes. The whip he used at the flogging scene had marked the boy that afternoon. And Kenny's scratch on Colin's neck during the rape scene was still there.
Bill took hold of the cane but hesitated. "Why didn't you call me that night, son?"
"I called you Dad, but Anton answered your phone. HeÉ" Colin was not happy to make excuses for himself. "He said you were in the shower and that you two had been fucking day and night for the whole week. He said you were going to celebrate your union in the pubÉ" Colin swallowed when he heard the sound of the cane but he felt no pain. The cane had landed on the bench beside him before being thrown at the opposite wall.
"That fucking idiot!" The normally no-swearing Bill was furious. "You stay here! I'll take care of that bastard!" Colin heard one door slam, then the second and then the third. Colin relaxed but tears wet the wooden bench.
Bill didn't return home until over an hour later. He had a handkerchief around one fist and the other fist was clearly bruised. The house was dark, no lights on. Bill went to his bedroom, then to the bathroom, before he looked into Colin's old room. No Colin. The man swallowed when he went back to the playroom. Naked like Bill left him, the boy slept on top of the bench.
With unsteady steps Bill went up to Colin, took him in his arms and carried him upstairs. Colin smelled beer and whisky on Bill's breath, and when Bill placed him on the bed, he saw the injured knuckles.
"What have you done, Daddy? Anton?" Colin was scared.
"Only his door Colin, but it was solid wood, you know." He tried to smile.
"You stay here, Dad. I'll find a real bandage for you." In just a few minutes the still naked former boy scout had done the job on Bill's hands. "Just a small cut, but some blood," Colin said more or less to himself.
"Sorry that I fell asleep, Daddy. You didn't come back," Colin whispered beside his daddy, then he stood up from the bed. "I will wait for you in the playroom," Colin said. "We have a job to do!"
"Yes, we have, son. Yes, we have." Bill watched the teenager leave the room.
Minutes later Bill found Colin like earlier. The cane was again beside him. Bill took a bottle from a side table, filled his palms with oil and started to soothe Colin's sore back and bum. He filled the boy's love entrance too, and used fingers to oil inside. Now, without hesitating, he greased up his own erect cock and penetrated the boy in front of him, slowly, lovingly and relaxed. And Colin helped by letting his dad do the job. He did not have to rush. He did not have to win a battle.
Later the pair were laying side by side in the master bedroom, as close as two lovers could do, after an exciting shared orgasm.
"I'm sorry, son, but Anton was close to the truth. But he is far from being my new partner. We had nothing to celebrate. I have only one partner." Bill kissed Colin's nearest earlobe.
"And I never really believed him," Colin went on. "It hurt just that night, but I will tell him that myself. No more broken doors, Dad."
"And you take Kenny next time you need to explore the gay life of Glasgow," Bill said.
Colin did not answer. "Promise me, son!" Bill insisted.
"Aye, Dad. I promise!" Colin closed his eyes and spooned beside his loving partner.
To be continued