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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 96
"Do you think I'm a slut, Kasim?" Colin looked at his stage partner who sat beside him on a sunbed watching his three nephews playing in the pool.
"Yes, you are the most beautiful slut I know!" The fifty-year-old French-Tunisian dancer and pornstar, who also had become Colin's close friend, answered without hesitation. Colin was dressed only in a huge white towel. Now he placed his body very close to the lightly-dressed man.
"Someone called you slut recently, love?" Kasim put an arm around the naked shoulder.
"Aye, I was fucked by three stable-guys today, and one called me a slut. I liked it!" Colin looked at the man who raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"And you think you are the only one that gets horny by showing off his body for other men? And grows even more horny when they use dirty words about you?" Kasim caressed the lad who put his head against his curly black chest hair.
"A bit weird, isn't it, almost begging to be fucked hard by strange guys, and loving it. It's different for you, Kasim. You're an artist, you perform, you give viewers hot experiences, you make them love you just by the sight of your great body." Colin had a hand on Kasim's bulge and felt the immediate reaction.
"And on top of that, I get paid for it! Makes me a whore then, don't you think? I'm paid for sex! Those guys today didn't pay you. However I bet you made their day." Kasim spread his legs.
"You are paid for the shows and the movies; you're an actor. Showing off your great body and your macho-dick is priceless. But when I strip for Mr Reynard, and let him try to fuck me, he pays me with fancy clothes and even jewels; I feel like a whore then." Colin played with the man's foreskin and cockhead.
"Far from it, far from it! You are his best investment for years. Besides that, you should be paid as a social worker. You and the other guys around him keep that man alive," Kasim responded.
"But, you see.. you see.." Colin struggled to explain what he meant. "I'm not acting. I love it when you are tough with me, and I love it when you fuck me hard in front of an audience or in front of the camera. It's not a play for me then, it's reality. That makes me a slut, doesn't it?" Colin found Kasim's erect nipples and squeezed them hard. The huge man gasped.
"Your words, Colin! Let me tell you a secret. I'm not pretending when I fuck you in public, I love every minute of it. That's why I hope to continue fucking you senseless occasionally in the future, even though I'm retiring from the porn business. And I will still be in the business in a way, taking care of the old man's needs." Kasim opened his shorts and let Colin take hold of the iron-hard 25.5 cm (10 inch) weapon.
"The old man!" Colin grinned. "You mean Mr Reynard, or do you mean my Dad?"
Kasim blushed and was suddenly occupied by some noise from the pool. His two eldest nephews had stripped the young one and now they tickled him without mercy.
"Why do you two macho-tops have trouble admitting to me that you fancy each other enough to open your tight arseholes for a hard man-to-man fuck?" Colin bent down and bit Kasim's cockhead.
"Because we are afraid that you would be jealous!" Kasim used both of his hands on Colin's head and forced him to take half of the cock down his throat. Colin understood the answer.
The three nephews had finished their play in the pool and were heading up to the two on the sunbed. Both Colin and Kasim covered up as they approached. "Time to dress for tonight's party, guys!" Kasim commanded. "I will be with you very soon."
"I wonder if you have brought your African cream, Kasim?" Colin stood up and turned around. He showed his friend a very red and puffy boy-cunt. "Reynard wants a nearly nude service tonight so I need some preparation."
"Wait in your room, darling. I'm sure I brought the soothing cream." Kasim had trouble with his hard-on inside his shorts.
On the patio above the terrace, Bill was helping Castro with the preparations for the barbecue. The two seemed to be having a very good time together.
"A hot evening, stallion!" Bill grinned when Kasim passed him. Kasim had a hand in front of his bulge and the teasing Colin had the towel around his neck. Apart from that Colin was naked and he did nothing to hide his pride.
"Will be even hotter, I understand." Kasim pinched Bill's buttocks.
"Have you seen Olav, Dad?" Colin looked around. "He said he would help you guys prepare for the party."
"Olav went with Reynard to the summerhouse a while ago," Bill answered. "I think you will have a competitor tonight, son."
"I'm pre-booked, sir!" Colin thumped Kasim's shoulder. "This one says he needs some fresh meat now. Be careful with the tango-guy, Dad. Remember your heart!" Colin was far away in seconds. The three men shook heads.
"The little devil of mine knows what he's doing," Bill commented. "And you have lost already, mate." Bill pushed Kasim's hand away and squeezed his bulge. Castro just smiled.
"Fresh meat, he said. Can you compete with that, amigo?" Bill looked at Castro who was arranging the meat for the barbecue.
"Maybe the young one is in need a red butt," Castro replied. "We could organise that, couldn't we?"
"Aye, I'll go for that. He's a bit unruly just now," Bill commented.
"Which is the hotter of the two down there?" Colin was standing behind Kasim watching the two chefs from their private balcony. "Watch them while I suck you, Kasim. You are so damn horny!"
"Kneel on the bed first and spread your legs. I brought the African cream for you. It burns like hell for some minutes you know, before it cools down and tightens you up." Kasim took a large amount of the smelly cream on his fingers and greased Colin's boy-cunt. The lad screamed as if Kasim had used a knife on him.
"What's going on here!" Olav was in the door-opening.
"I'm castrating your boyfriend!" Kasim grinned. "He has become too frivolous."
"Suck `The Stallion from Morocco' for me, Bro, while I recover. Show him your skills with the tongue...but I want half his milk. Go on, guys. I'll soon be ready for the party." Colin lay down on the bed and tightened his muscles to close his arse. He was well trained. Now he was happy to see his Norwegian friend kneel in front of the standing dark stallion. It took Olav little more than a minute to encourage the huge and very thick cock to full erection, and it was just a few minutes later that Kasim filled his mouth with white man-cream. Olav was very happy to share the nectar with the Scottish lad who felt ready for new adventures in the French night.
Olav, Colin and Habib were giggling like `queens' when Pierre helped them to dress up for their evening job at the summer party. He started with Olav who got his pubic hair trimmed, and then complete removal of his armpit hair.
Colin had been through the process in Paris just days ago earlier so Pierre only removed the traces of Kasim's black cream from his rosebud. He then used a coloured cream to make the crack a bit lighter.
Habib looked like a very normal Arab boy, so he kept his fine dark hair on his lower arms and legs. His balls and cock were already shaved, and Pierre only added some colour to his dark brown coronas.
Mr Reynard had instructed Pierre not to make the lads look like girls, but still Pierre oiled their bodies and put on some glitter, gave them some rouge on their cheekbones and used a sexy male lipstick.
As a fashion-stylist, Reynard had chosen how his waiters for the night should be dressed. Pierre revealed the creations. The underwear was next to nothing; a white see-through thong with only a thin string between the buttocks. Colin had a hard-on when trying this piece on and had trouble getting the small bag to cover it. The main piece was a Roman-like, very short slave-toga with one naked shoulder. It was so short that the bottoms of the round butts could clearly be seen when the servants walked. Around their necks, the three had black leather dog collars with silver ornaments.
"Thank you, Pierre! You are a real artist." Colin hugged Reynard's slave-boy. "What are you going to wear?"
"I guess Reynard would like to have me naked, but I have a loincloth that's quite sexy." The effeminate boy giggled when he stripped off his shorts and tried to hide the fact that the process of preparing the youngsters had made him dripping hard. He put on a skin-coloured Tarzan costume with naked sides. Colin was happy that Pierre was without a cock-cage. He went close to him and whispered, "No cage tonight...free sex for you too?"
"Your Dad told Reynard to give me a free night. He's a lovely man, Colin. He's my dream. I envy you, you know!" Pierre closed his eyes when Colin kissed him.
"Tres magnifique!" Reynard entered the room. "Great work, Pierre!" The boy blushed at the surprising words from his master.
"Pierre will be your guide tonight, mes garcons. He will tell you how to please our guests. They will all arrive soon. You know some of them, but the rest are friends and customers. I'm happy that you three will help me with the service. You are my flowers this evening." Reynard was more engaging than normal. "I guess some of them will think you are a bit over-dressed." The man, himself dressed in a white summer-costume, grinned and went on. "Keep your `uniform' on until we continue the party indoors later. I will present you there, if you don't mind!"
"Is that why Pierre trimmed my bush?" Olav whispered close to Colin. "The man wants to show us off naked, you think?"
"More than that!" Colin answered. "Come on, Bro! Let's have fun and use our bodies to make these oldies tremble in their knickers."
The twenty guests were happy with the service from the Roman servants. The boys received many favourable comments and also many touches while the fantastic outdoor meal was served. Castro and Bill served at the grill and the boys were responsible for the glasses. `No empty glasses' had been Reynard's orders.
Kasim's nephew Habib took his job very seriously and felt a bit embarrassed because his brothers Caid and Kasim Jnr were present. Caid was a dream himself. Colin had only seen him in football gear up till then, so it was a pleasant change to see him in super-tight white shorts and a netting shirt. The sixteen-year old lad did nothing to hide his very visible bulge and his nipples were seen to be swollen and erect through the sexy shirt.
"Shame that this boy is always talking about girls!" Bill commented to Kasim.
"Well, he is a very popular guy. I guess his tool gives him some advantages," Kasim said with a grin. "You should try him out. He's a nice boy."
Kasim Jnr was still in his favourite football gear, and not really a party guy. Soon he found a football and did what he could to get attention on the terrace.
Olav was probably the most exotic servant. Even if the boys were meant to stay in the background, they were very much the centre of attention. Olav with his very formal but very correct French had to tell the guests about his hometown of Bergen and about his studies in history. He blushed every time guests asked him about his relationship to Colin, and he sent his `piss-brother' some looks for help when Reynard openly lifted his toga and caressed both his naked buttocks and his lightly-covered crotch. He knew he was wet from the excitement of the occasion and when Reynard played with his bulge he again had a rapidly rising erection.
Colin was `on stage' all the time, not challenging, but openly flirting. He let the men touch him, but withdrew very elegantly. He knew most of the guests from Reynard's previous events, but two men, probably aged between thirty or forty were sitting on a sofa only communicating with each other. Both Caid and Kasim Jnr were around them from time to time. "You know the guys over there?" Colin asked Caid.
"You mean the hunks on the sofa?" the boy responded. "They work for Uncle Kasim. Actors, I think. The one on the left was a top ranked footballer. They asked me to get them more beer."
"I'll organise that!" Colin was happy for a way to meet them and he hurried off to Pierre and to collect beers.
"Some more to drink, gentlemen? You are not into wine, I understand. Would you like to try the local beer, or something more exotic?" Colin placed a tray in front of them.
"What about some fresh milk?" One man said with a grin. "I miss the local dairy products!" The other guy put a hand underneath Colin's clothing and squeezed his cock.
Colin just went on with the beer, but did not withdraw. "I know there's a farmers' market close to us. Might be some possibilities there, I guess." Colin smiled his best smile and let the man finish playing with his hand before he continued the service.
Bill and Castro had finished their barbecue job and Colin was waiting to serve them their drinks. Pierre had organised cheese and fruit, and a huge chilled summer-bowl.
"Have you seen my dad, Pierre? I think I saw him leave with Castro." Colin helped Pierre to fill wide glasses from the bowl.
"They went towards the kitchen, to change from aprons into party-gear. Needed a quick shower, they said. They be back soon...I think!" Pierre winked to Colin.
The Scottish student became occupied with a Parisian theatre producer who knew Carlo, the man who would collect Olav the next day. The man had been very interested when Carlo had told him about the private show in the Paris apartment. "I would have loved to be in that circle with you and your friend on stage," he said.
"Why not suggest a private show to Mr Reynard, monsieur? A very good idea. You think there's a market for...eh tiny guys, monsieur?" The innocent devil was presenting the bait again.
Bill and Castro entered the patio. Bill was in a new summer suit without a shirt, showing off his naked trimmed chest, while Carlo wore a dramatic-looking open poncho and tight black trousers. The two made the rest of the visitors look like they were attending a traditional business conference. Bill went up to his son, received two glasses and handed one to his new companion.
"Castro asked me to drop the shirt in the hot weather. You approve, darling?" Bill asked. Colin understood that he was not the only flirter here. He fondled his dad's still wet hair before he openly gave him a light kiss on his mouth. "I'm sorry he didn't ask you to drop more!" he said. "Please meet Monsieur Martin from Paris. He has some very interesting ideas." Colin noticed that Castro looked a bit lost in the company without Bill around. He was after all a new employee here and didn't know Mr Reynard's inner circle. He filled a new glass and went up to the man who had given him such pleasure the same morning.
"You make my father look like a really young man, Carlo. You have got yourself a new admirer, you know." Colin was very happy when Castro's hand went behind him, and without any direct onlookers, found the strap in his arsecrack, pulled it aside, and put a finger deep inside his hole.
"Really tight after the morning's adventure, I must say!" Castro grinned. "I forgot to give you some good advice for a sore ass."
"What advice?" Colin looked at the man, but did not see him take an ice cube from his drink and put it into Colin's boy-cunt with the help of two fingers.
Colin managed to stay cool, but moaned both with surprise and lust. "You are crazy, sir. I can understand why my dad has fallen for you!" A group of guests were coming up to thank Castro for the excellent meat so Colin had to move on. He used his arse muscles to tighten his sphincter, but the result was that the ice-cube slid inside his body. Colin's hard-on was about to pop out of the small thong. He had never been closer to a hands-free walking cum. He was wet with pre-cum and his boy-cunt was wet too.
"Please come with me, Pierre. I need some help!" Colin found Pierre's arm and headed for the private room.
A dark night followed the bright day. It was still very hot when Mr Reynard asked the remaining guests to step inside the modern decorated sitting rooms. The huge doors to the patio were still open and the breeze in the summer night made it very comfortable.
The service guys had had a small break and even had some light food. Now they had been asked to serve the guests the last glasses. "It's a warm night tonight," Reynard said, `so please make yourself comfortable and loosen your ties. I have given my waiters permission to drop the outdoor uniform too and I hope you will be happy with that arrangement, gentlemen." He used a small silver bell to give a signal to the three guys who soon arrived in front of Pierre.
They were all but naked now, wearing only the white thongs and the dog collars, all newly oiled and all sprayed with some glitter. The waiters were met by applause.
Colin looked around. Some guests had left. He knew that Habib's brothers had an invitation in the village, and he knew that Reynard's local friends had left, but the others were still present. Habib and Olav looked a bit confused, but Colin was excited. Pierre handed them silver platters with a choice of drinks and the three were met by enthusiasm by the guests who without doubt loved to see these youngsters nearly naked, and even had the opportunity to choose between colourful cocktails.
"You look splendid tonight, son!" Bill whispered and cupped the boy's buttock.
"You look splendid yourself, Dad. First time I've seen you shirtless at a formal party. You should take off your jacket too and show off your hard muscles!" Colin went on to Castro who shared a sofa with his dad.
"You should show more of your body too, sir. I love your poncho, but you have the nicest tanning here. Show the pale office-bound gentlemen here what a real stallion should look like!" Colin dropped a napkin on the floor and bent down to catch it. Probably not planned, but his butt was close to the two on the sofa. They suddenly had a clear view of the boy-cunt in front of them, only split by the white thin ribbon.
The chatting in the room was stilled by Reynard's silver bell. He now stood at the front of the room. A moment passed while he looked around, probably to look for his Pierre. But that man was already sitting in Reynard's office and control centre. On a TV-screen Pierre watched Reynard in white. He pressed a button and a huge screen was lowered against the wall behind his boss.
"I hope everybody has received new drinks from our cute waiters," Reynard began. "Now I would like you three to accompany me over here." He made room for the semi-nude guys on the enormous main sofa.
"I think it is time to present the young men who have served us today. I will start with you, Habib!" Reynard placed an arm around the young man's shoulder and let him stand beside him.
"Habib has visited me here for many summers with his Uncle Kasim. I have seen him grow into the hot guy we see today. Not only a hot guy. Habib is a hard-working student in Marseille, and his economic studies will be welcomed when Kasim becomes my new company manager this autumn. He hasn't modelled for me yet, but I hope that will come soon. Take a look at these hot summer guys." Reynard sat down and pulled young Habib onto his lap as a video started showing on the big screen. Only Colin and Olav could see that Reynard placed one hand inside the youngster's thong and played with his growing cock.
The small video was shot earlier the same day. It showed the three Arab brothers playing in the pool. All three were naked, and all three were very artistically presented. The film ended with Habib climbing from the pool. The movie froze into a huge still picture on the screen showing the full frontal beauty. Habib got his applause and he bowed, blushing.
After a very short break Reynard stood up and tugged Olav's hand, and the two faced the audience. "It's my pleasure to present a Norwegian Viking!" Reynard started. "He's visiting me for the first time. His name is Olav, like the Viking king and saint. He studies in Bergen, Norway, and I'm sure he will give you some information about himself."
In perfect French, Olav gave a small speech. He ended by looking down, hesitating, before he looked at Colin. "Colin is my chosen brother, and I love him very much!"
Reynard kissed Olav's forehead. "I will show you some photos, not seen by anyone before, which were shot this afternoon. These pictures are the boys' own property, but I hope to present some of them in a new exhibition in Nice this autumn." Reynard placed an arm around Olav and the lad found Colin's hand.
It was a superb set of photos, done by the master photographer himself, and shot down by the summerhouse. Olav was pictured among the marble statues, in front of the columns and beside the pond. Reynard started to show a set of portraits of the young Norwegian, before he showed some with the youngster covered in a sort of see-through, loose hanging white cloth.
In the last set of pictures Olav was totally nude. Most of the pictures were erotic and sensual but not pornographic. The last five pictures showed Olav lying beside the pool. In the beginning the erect boy covered his prick, but then he showed off his small dripping dick. Reynard had focused on the pre-cum on the bright cockhead. The second last picture was a portrait of a boy into his orgasm and the last picture was amazing. Olav's face and upper body were blurred, but what looked like clear cum dripped down the cockshaft, and some white spots were seen in the dark pubic hair.
"Damn sexy, Brother!" Colin made the rather direct comment and squeezed Olav's cock inside the tight pouch. Reynard kissed the boy again and the audience applauded.
"Colin doesn't need any presentation to this audience!" Reynard had his arms around the boy now standing in front of him. "He's cute and sexy at the same time. He's an upper class student at home in Glasgow, and he is a top model. His `JustColin' modelling has been an example for other companies. I will show you something very new tonight, but first some glimpses from his shows in Berlin and Copenhagen."
The presentation movie was short and elegant, but Reynard had mixed the modelling presentation with glimpses from the recent modelling session of the new adult collection. It included open underwear and cockrings with full erections, and open thongs with very naughty arse-crack pictures.
"For my own amusement I've also made a small presentation from last summer, here in the barn. Just to be very direct, these pictures are not public, and will never be public!" Reynard sat down on the sofa with Colin in his lap, pulled the tight pouch aside, and used both hands to play with the boy's front.
The presentation showed Colin caged, beaten, bound up and abused, and finally, a close-up picture of his stretched boy-cunt filled with a huge dark coloured cock. "It's me! Damn, it's me!" Kasim whispered loud enough for all to hear.
"Salute my young star!" Reynard stood up in front his audience with a raised glass. "And now gentlemen, our servants for the evening will re-fill your glasses and give you all a chance for some friendly inspection."
Both the new drinks and the three youngsters were welcomed and the temperature in the summer party was high. A short time later Reynard used his bell again.
"Olav will leave us tomorrow morning. From Paris he will continue to Egypt where he will meet his uncle for some travels in Africa over the next two months. It's time to say goodbye." Reynard's voice was trembling now.
Colin had told Olav about the event earlier that day and Pierre had been excited. Nobody knew what was to happen, not Reynard, not even Bill.
Pierre turned down the lights, all except two spots with quite heavy light in the front of the room. The floor was covered by a golden carpet. Hand in hand Olav and Colin entered the floor; their bodies were shining. Then the music started.
"Je t'aime, moi non plus." The intro was intense. The controversial song from the Sixties filled the room. The song that was denounced by the Vatican and banned in the U.S. for its simulated orgasm sounds was the background when Colin and Olav melted into one body in a heavy long-lasting kiss. Their hands searched all over each other's bodies and their crotches met, tight and hard.
Colin knelt in front of his lover. In slow motion, he stripped Olav of his thong, played with his round buttocks and let his hard-on touch his lips.
"Entre tes reins/Inside of you. Je vais et je viens/I come and I go. " The sensual sounds and the sensual action melted into one picture. Colin sucked and licked Olav's dick with full intensity. He played with Olav's balls and he made Olav spread his legs to give him access to his cunt.
With Colin's fingers inside him and his own cock fucking his tight lips, Olav was close to cumming already. Colin knew that his friend wouldn't last long. He also knew that he had 5 minutes and 40 seconds to complete the show. Again in slow motion, Colin withdrew and managed to get Olav down on his knees. He turned around and raised his butt. Without hesitation, Olav spread Colin's arse-cheeks and dived into the puckered cunt in front of him. The sound from Olav's licking and Colin's moaning mixed with the orgasm-sounds from the song.
"Je t'aime! Ou oui, je t'aime!" Olav turned his lover around and stripped him of the tiny wet underwear by using his lips and teeth. With Colin lying on his back with his legs pulled back, Olav used his mouth and tongue all over the cunt, the balls and cock before he ended with Colin's 10 cm (4 inch) hard-on all inside his mouth. Colin yelled when his friend started a real hard suck. Then Olav turned on the floor without losing control and fed Colin his cock. The tight 69 changed a few times: Olav on the top, and then Colin on the top, until they were lying side by side like double scissors.
Again the guys changed positions. With Colin as a bottom and Olav riding, the cocks and balls met; no intercourse but as close two small-cocked guys could fuck. Olav played hard with Colin's nipples and made him scream with lust when using his teeth on him. The scream was silenced by a hard kiss.
"Je vais et je viens/ I come and I go. Je me retiens / I hold myself back." The song was about to end.
"Come on, Bro. Give me your load. Drench me, I love you. Please, please!" Colin whispered. Olav placed himself across Colin's upper legs and took care of his cock with one hand. He started to shoot his boy-milk. Normally Olav spread like a geyser, this time he placed his load in and around Colin's open mouth. It was a heavy orgasm, and Olav sang with Jane Birkin: "Non! Maintenant! Viens / No! Come! Now!"
Olav managed to place his face just above Colin's blood-red dick when he started to shoot his load. White strings flew through the air and landed on Olav's body, his face and in his hair. "Je t'aime! J'e t'aime!" Colin breathed heavily and so did the artist. Two wet, two cum-dripping young lovers sat up and shared each other's loads with tongues and lips, before the two bodies met in a long lasting kiss. The song ended and Pierre turned down the light as applause filled the room.
The evening turned into night. Colin and Olav had stayed naked after their show, and Habib felt so over-dressed that he let Bill strip him when he placed him in his lap. The guests had served themselves with some small gourmet pieces and some exclusive wines, and Bill had emptied Habib's balls when Reynard addressed his audience for the last time that day. He showed the men a small box containing glistening stones. Colin was very uncertain about what was going to happen next.
"This is my gift to young Colin for the huge job he has done for our companies this past year. The lad has always been opposed to permanent piercing and of course I respect that. He has now agreed to let me crown his body with these diamonds on a temporay basis, and I have a specialist here today to do the job so that no damage will be done. You have met Dr Martins, my personal friend and doctor." Reynard presented a fit-looking guy in his fifties, very casually dressed in white like Reynard.
Pierre placed a small table in the front of the room, and Dr Martins opened a medical kit. He looked at Colin who now was standing beside him. "I assure you that the pain will be much less than what I've seen you take in your show." The doctor smiled.
"Okay!" was Colin's brave answer, but everybody could see that the boy was nervous. For the first time since he stripped he was completely flaccid. A live recording of the scene was being shown on the screen behind and focused on Colin's well shaped nipples. Dr Martins put on latex gloves and found a cleaning pad. The smell of cleaning spirit and the cold feeling when the man washed his nipples and his coronas made the smiling Colin whimper softly, more from tickling than from discomfort.
Pierre had placed a cooler on the table. Now the doctor took two ice cubes from it and placed them on Colin's left nipple. He let them work for some minutes, then he carefully dried the area.
Colin sighed when the man found the prepared needle. It was quite long, very thin in one end, while the other end was connected to a metallic pin where a diamond was placed. The doctor placed the needle close to Colin's dark corona and then he stuck it through the base of the stiff and cold nub. Colin told Bill afterwards that the pain from the clamps he often used for nipple play was heavier than this, but the feeling of the needle penetrating the skin had been unpleasant. A small drop of blood dripped down the light skin, but the doctor removed it at once. "High blood pleasure here, garçon," the doctor commented. He disconnected the needle and placed another diamond in the end of the tight barbell-style bar.
"The special metal I use has been sterilised and won't harm you, Colin." The man turned and looked at the audience as if seeking support. "After a short time, you may choose to use to remove it and let the holes grow back to normal, or you can keep the piercings." The man caressed the boy who had got some of his normal colour back.
Dr Martins started the treatment on the right nipple. He tugged and squeezed it before he grabbed more ice cubes. Some nice sounds from Colin now, and Olav smiled when he saw that his dick was about to grow again. The doctor had done this job before and without hesitation he stuck the needle through the boy's nipple. Again he managed to place the metal bar quickly, and again a drop of blood was seen. Colin moaned when the last nipple was done, and pushed his hips forward as to show his audience the iron-hard cock with the cockhead glistening with pre-cum.
"We have still a diamond left!" Dr Martins proclaimed. "Where do you want it placed, Reynard?"
"Don't you think we should decorate that beautiful prick?" Reynard grinned.
It all happened very quickly now. With one hand the doctor took a firm grip around Colin's dick, pressed the foreskin back very hard while he lifted the shaft. With his other hand he found a needle, thicker than the one he just had used, and placed in between Colin's cockhead parts ready to penetrate the glans. Colin said nothing, but had a wild expression in his eyes.
"Stop it! Over my dead body!" Bill rose from the sofa and shouted.
"I'm just kidding!" the doctor said. "I wouldn't harm that beauty." He put the needle away and gave Colin some jerks.
Bill sat down, silent. Then he whispered to Olav, "You can never trust these idiots!"
"We have other ways to decorate you, young man. You know this?" He showed Colin a cum-blocker with a cockhead ring. "You want to try? But you need to stay hard for it!"
"No problem, sir! As long as you stay hard like this beside me!" Colin looked down at the tenting in the doctor's wide trousers.
Dr Martin's seemed out of control for a second or two, then he squeezed Colin's cockhead and opened the piss-slit. Very carefully he pushed the 10 cm (4 inch) lubricated steel rod into the boy's stiff cock and screwed the ring tight around the blood-red glans. On the ring he placed the fifth gemstone.
Colin smiled. He was ready to show the body-art to his public. First of all, he gave Reynard a kiss on his cheeks, then he went up to his Dad and whispered. "You have to suffer a bit for 5,000 Euros." He grinned.
"Good that you didn't ask me for permission, son, because you wouldn't have received it. But you don't need to stay like that, I hope. I love your nipples remember, and this jewel!" Bill kissed his son's dick.
The room was empty but for Reynard, Pierre and Colin. The man was very excited. The two youngsters had undressed him and played with him for the last half hour. Just now Colin was sucking Reynard's half-hard cock. The 65-year old man was normally equipped, and the cock was as fine-looking as the rest of the well-styled man. But an accident some years ago made it nearly impossible for him to get a real erection, even when the doctor helped him with pills and injections. He had managed to fuck Colin to climax last year, and the youngster hoped to help him again. Reynard's main helper was his whip. Being in firm control made him stiff for shorter periods. Pierre was often the victim, but Colin denied the master the right to whip the young slave in his presence.
"Use the whip on me, sir!" Please, sir. You know I can take it. Whip me hard, sir. I'll make you cum." Colin dived into the man's crotch.
"You have an audition tomorrow, son. No red marks, you hear! No red marks on his body, Pierre!" The man tried to fuck Colin's mouth. But he continued to let the whip hit Colin's buttocks, even though he just said the opposite.
Three bodies arrived in the room through the open terrace door, naked except for black leather thongs, boots and black hoods. Only the men's eyes and mouths could be seen. Both whips and riding crops were hanging from their belts.
Colin caught a glimpse of the silhouettes. Two of them he knew very well, and the third was familiar too.
The three went up to the sofa and rearranged the small group. One of the men took Colin's arms and placed him on the sofa with his butt raised high. He spread Colin's legs and opened his arse. The second man stood behind Reynard and forced his arms backwards. The third man lifted the huge whip and let it fall across Colin's already pink buttocks.
"No, don't hit my baby. Don't whip him!" Reynard cried out. Another stroke hit Colin's arse. Then the man turned to Reynard and changed weapon. He lifted the riding crop and flicked it against Reynard's balls, then his cock, and then went up as far as his nipples. Again and again he teased the man's half-hard cock. The man who held Reynard's arms threw a tube of lubricating jelly to Pierre and pointed at Colin. With professional hands and fingers, Pierre finger-fucked his young friend deep and hard and filled him with the lube. Then he turned to his boss. On his knees, he tried to grease up the half-hard cock in front of him.
The man using the crop changed to a rather soft cock-whip and used it on Reynard's front. The man whined every time a stroke hit him, but it worked, his cock was hardening with every stroke. Reynard went up to Colin's boy-cunt, spread it with his fingers and tried to penetrate him. Colin felt the poor man's cockhead, opened up and let him enter. The 15 cm (6inch) not very stiff cock was inside when the most hairy of the three men took hold of the huge horse whip. Again and again strokes landed on the man's buttocks, his lower back and his upper legs. Reynard found Colin's shoulders and his upper body. The heat from the youngster, combined with the hard treatment of his back, let him get his hard-on back for a while and let him mount his favourite boy.
"Yes sir, yes sir. Do me hard. Do me hard. Make me cum. Make me your baby, sir." Colin cried, happy for his protégé's erection. The whole situation was a dream for Colin, because he knew the man with the whip. He knew that his Dad could be too hard with his boss; that had happened before. Now Reynard tried to bottom Colin every time he was hit by a stroke.
"Yes harder, sir. I'll be cumming soon. You are good, so good!" Colin did what he could to encourage his boss. The man that until now had held Colin's arms, stripped off his leather pouch and let his stiff monster-cock free in front of Colin's face. Colin tried to take half of Castro's 30 cm (12 inch) cock into his mouth and suck him like he did in the cottage.
The third man, the light-coloured Arab, Kasim, stopped Bill's whipping, then he did like Castro and pulled his leather pouch aside. Kasim, with a cock to admire, was not yet fully hard, but he used it to tease Reynard's crack and fake a sort of penetration. Both Colin and Reynard were close to cumming now. Colin shouted "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" every time the cock tried to bottom in him.
The distinguished gentleman had forgotten his style and used all his dirty words both in English and French. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" was the least dirty. Reynard, now wet with sweat, was sailing into his first orgasm for a long, long time.
"I'm cumming, sir. Yeah, yeah, I'm cumming!" Colin shouted, very happy that he managed to cum after the very special treatment. Pierre who had witnessed the whole show sitting by Colin's feet, collected every drop of boy-milk in his cupping hands. Very quickly he found his boss's mouth and fed him with Colin's protein drink. Reynard slowed down and did not move, but Colin felt that the man was growing. Then the lad used his arse-muscles and squeezed the cock that was still inside him. With a whining like a young teenager, Reynard started to tremble; he started to pump; not a big load, but enough to give Colin the feeling of joy. In a hurry, Colin left Castro's cock and turned around to clean Reynard's cock with his mouth. Pierre was there too and licked the clear nectar dripping from Colin's arse.
"Thank you, love. Thank you, baby." Reynard kissed Colin. But the most excited person around was Pierre who had witnessed his master spunk off for the first time in months. Now the houseboy and slave put an arm around his boss. Without words, they left the sitting room for Reynard's private apartment.
"Okay, monsters! This is fun eh?" Colin saw some grinning faces inside the masks. "Don't you think it's unfair? You have been entertained by me all day. And I've been naked for you. And here you are! Covered up. I think you should please me now. I want you all damn naked." The boy was a bit frustrated because the three men dressed in black were just standing there after serving Reynard.
"What do you think guys? The kid gives us orders, eh?" Kasim grinned. "What will we do with him?"
"Another spank, I guess," Bill said. "I saw some fully-grown nettles just by the barn. They will sting him well, I think."
"We have some iced water too." Kasim said. "He's hard again, that super-fucker. Cold water could help."
"And we have the old milking machine from the days when they had diary cattle on the farm. I think there's still some milk here." Castro pushed Colin down on the sofa and grabbed his ballsack.
"Bind him up and let the new-born calves help themselves!" Kasim forced Colin's arms down in the sofa. The naked youngster was completely locked now. "Or we could him to the donkey!"
Colin said nothing. He just grinned and stayed calm, happy to be teased. The struggling was just for fun.
"I want you to fuck me, all of you, I want you to fuck me now. I see you are hard inside those uniforms. Have you measured yourselves lately? I could help you. Are you too shy to undress?" Colin was suddenly the teaser. The two let him sit up on the sofa. "It would be a good start to drop those boots, and throw away those hoods."
The three stallions did what Colin told them. The teenager then gave a signal to Kasim to stand in front of him. With professional hands, he stripped his stage-lover of his leather thong, then he used the belt to tie Kasim's hands behind his back. He called for his dad and did exactly the same to him. Both Kasim and Bill were fully erect. Colin did not touch their hard-ons.
"Please, Castro. You will let me bind you too, sir?" Colin looked at the new man.
"With pleasure, bambino!" The South-American had already put his hands behind his back, and pushed his hips forward for Colin's attention.
"Now guys, this is much better. I see the hottest sight I've probably ever seen, and my dad can verify that I've seen a lot over the years." Colin slowly teased his own balls. "But I'm not fully satisfied. You can do better than this. A couple of centimetres more on Castro, and some dripping liquid Kasim, but Dad, I guess you must concentrate not too spill your load too early with these two stallions beside you."
Bill grinned. He knew that his son wanted to play as much as possible when they were far from sober and horny as hell. "Okay, young master! Give us your orders." Bill looked at the two beside him.
"Come here all of you, now. Give me your dickheads. Let's see if we can find some real lubrication. Closer, come on!" Colin used his hands to place the three in front of him, then he grabbed the roots and the ball-sacks and gave them some treatment with his tongue and lips, and a bit of the teeth too. In the beginning the stallions were rather silent but Colin's treatment was effective, and after a few minutes the men sounded very pleased.
"I think you are at your best now, gentlemen. Let's compare now. Dad and Kasim; Kasim half an inch (1.5 cm) longer than my dad, always has been, but dad is a bit thicker!" Colin squeezed the two cocks; Bill's natural and hairy and Kasim's well-shaven for the occasion.
"I think we have a draw. You see Castro, here are my lovers, my real, real lovers. The only trouble is that I can't take both at the same time, not yet anyway."
"And you two!" Colin still squeezed their stiff cocks. "You better look closely now, because you are beaten. You are beaten by Mr Federico Castro, who has two inches (5 cm) more than Kasim, two hot and gorgeous inches." Colin took Castro's cock inside his mouth without losing his grip on the two beside him. With both hands he wanked his daddy and his stage-lover, while he was mouth-fucked by the more than eager stable-manager.
"I wonder!" Bill almost shouted. "I really wonder about a story I've heard. Not many women on the pampas, are there? So guys shares any holes, I've heard. What do you say, Castro? You have a hole for us since the young man here has got his fuck for the evening?"
Castro was fully occupied with the mouth-fuck, but the wiggling of his hips was a sort of reply. "Why not use your tongue to open this cowboy, son, and see if there is room for your daddy's little man inside?" Bill looked at Kasim and the pair used their bound-up hands to turn Castro around, bend him over and spread his legs. Colin followed the suggestion and spread open the man's buttocks to see the lightly-haired entrance. Then he used his lips and tongue to rim the South American. The man gasped, and opened more, while Kasim and Bill let him taste their dripping cocks.
Colin was uncertain. He found the lube and he looked at his dad who nodded. After a few minutes, four of Colin's teen-sized fingers fucked the whining horse-manager. This new friend of the house had different possibilities. Again Kasim and Bill took command. They turned Castro around and made Colin hold him.
"Come here, fuckers. Don't pretend to be monsters. Let me grease you up. I follow my dad's policy, joy for both parties or no joy at all." Colin looked at his `father' who smiled at the lecturing. The boy used the rest of the lube to make the two huge cocks shine like oil-lamps. "You will love this small European," Colin whispered in Castro's ear. "And you will love the little African too."
Bill had no problem finding the entrance to Castro's love-tunnel and Kasim had no trouble when he mounted him minutes later. Nothing was said and the sound of heavy fucking was the only sound in the room. Well, except some noises from Colin who had trouble saying silent as Castro's mouth was about to send him over the edge again. "I'm cumming. Damn, I'm cumming!" Colin screamed and filled Castro's mouth with his cum, again quite a load pumping into the man's mouth.
Castro suddenly freed himself from the two fuckers behind him, pointed his cock close to Colin's face and pumped his man-milk all over the youngster who seemed a bit surprised, but did what he could to swallow most of the white cream.
"No more easy games for you, boy. No more play with us, your turn now!" Castro freed himself from the belt, and helped Kasim and Bill to free their hands too. Together the three men carried the still-soaked boy to the blanket from the earlier event. "Clean yourself, and prepare well. You know what's coming, I hope!" Bill handed Colin the lube, then he followed the other men to the drinks cabinet and poured himself a double whisky, and fixed the others rum and ice.
"Who's first?" Bill asked, giving himself some wanks. "Be my guest!"
Kasim slapped Bill's buttocks. "You hold the kid for us!" Kasim squeezed Castro's still hard cock.
Bill went up to Colin, knelt beside him, kissed him and then whispered, "You want this son, don't you? You're the real master, you know."
Colin smiled, pulled his fingers out from his arse-play, and put them in his mouth. "Your son is ready, Daddy, but no light play, okay? Colin groped his dad's balls.
Over the next hour the three men used their skills to satisfy the youngster, and to satisfy themselves. At the end Colin placed the three side by side on the floor and then he just rode them one after the other until they did the same as the stallions in the barn outside - filled the mare with their costly semen. The young man forgot to count his own spurts while being taken care of by the three receivers.
The big old-fashioned clock in the sitting room struck twelve when Colin, happy but tired went out on the terrace. There was giggling laughter from the pool on the dark summer night. Colin had forgotten that Olav was waiting for him, but now he understood that Kasim's nephews had returned too. With a professional dive, Colin joined them in the pool. The cool water was good for the red skin on his butt and back.
Behind him were the three men, still nude, and no longer shy. They had mixed themselves another set of drinks and found nice pool-chairs overlooking the playing youngsters.
"Quite a holiday!" Bill said and lifted his glass. "Cheers!" He added, "A votre sante!" The smiling guys seemed to agree with their Scottish guest.
It was late morning when Bill and Colin were served breakfast by a smiling and caring Pierre. The young servant had seen Colin with tears in his eyes when he waved off Olav in Castro's car. Olav had a First Class ticket for the TGV back to Paris where he would be welcomed by Carlo, his companion for the flight to Egypt's Alexandria later in the afternoon.
"I'm sorry that Reynard has postponed the audition," Bill said. "Some trouble with the film set or something, he said. He wanted us to have a business meeting this morning instead."
Colin looked as if he was sorry for that message, but thinking of yesterday's events it was probably good to have a day off. "Do you think I can go with you to the village today, Pierre? I feel that I need a hard work-out at the gym there. I was there last year too. It's a nice place, and they sell day-passes."
"That will be fine, Colin dear. We may lunch at my favourite restaurant too. I need to see some people about the coming fiesta." Pierre was happy for young company, and so was Colin today. He went up to his dad and kissed him. "Give my regards to Reynard, and thank him for the great party last night, and for these." He touched his nipples with a small grimace.
"Take it easy, man. Looks as you are trying to pull down that bar!" A young instructor was in front of Colin who seemed to be attempting a new record in bicep curls.
Colin did not answer. With closed eyes he carried on, eager to lift his chin above the bar. Finally he couldn't lift his own body any more and let himself fall to the floor. With a grin on the face and shining with sweat, he looked up at the young man.
"You have watched me closely for the last hour, haven't you?" Colin put on his best smile.
"And you have done the best to impress me?" The young instructor had his arms crossed and was standing wide-legged, very macho. He was dressed in sports shorts and singlet, all in white. His muscles and broad shoulders were impressive. "I think you should push your hips a bit more forward when you do this exercise. Do a couple more and I will correct you."
Colin jumped up to the bar, and the instructor placed himself close behind him. First he put his strong hands on Colin's hips. Later when he was standing beside Colin, he placed one hand on the teenager's belly and the other on his upper legs, close to the butt. Colin's central body was in a vice-like clamp.
"Good, much better!" The young man let Colin slide down close to his own body.
"Ken isn't a French name!" Colin looked at the youngster's name-tape. "And your English sounds quite American to me."
"I am American!" The lad smiled. "But this is my third summer here in the village. My father lives here, you see. And I have a girlfriend here, so it's fine for me to spend the summers in France.
"Pity about that girlfriend, mate. I had hoped for some fun around here, and girls do nothing for me." Colin whispered as two other youngsters were working out close to them. "Stupid me, Ken. You see, I have a room-mate at the university back home and his name is Kenny. I had hoped "
"What did you hope? That I was into boys?" Ken snarled.
"I don't give a damn whether you are into girls or boys," Colin answered. "I just hoped that you would fuck me. Your eyes have been telling me it might be possible."
Ken blushed, coughed and with small movements he corrected his bulge. "Is that what your room-mate does at home, eh?"
"Yes, he's my fuck-buddy. Okay? No stupidity about love and feelings and any of that girly stuff. He's an athlete like you, about your size and with your attitude. He just fucks me when he feels like it and when I feel like it, and that's it. I miss him, so that's why I thought Ken Kenny, what a coincidence. But I'm sorry if I upset you." Colin moved away but Ken followed, close behind him.
"You don't upset me, you make me fucking horny. You want me to fuck you just now. I mean here and now?" Ken groped Colin's tenting cock.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me here and now. I want you to make me cum. But I want to give you pleasure too. To be fuck-buddies is about give and take." Colin did not move away from the groping.
"Okay, let's be fuck buddies for half-an hour. I'll take my lunch-break now. Please come, I have a place for us." Ken went to the reception to get his replacement, then he pushed Colin down the basement stairs. Colin smiled when he came into the store-room. It smelled and looked like Mr Wilkie's, his swim instructor's, store room at home. Even the old leather sofa was the same.
Without words, Colin went up to the taller lad and helped him out of his singlet and shorts. Ken now wore only a sports-jock. He was smooth all over, with black armpit hair and a visible treasure trail. Colin went down on his knees and sniffed the pouch in front of him. The cock inside grew without more touching. The big circumcised teenage-cock fought a battle with the waistband of the jock, and Colin helped free the weapon with his hands and mouth.
"Nice cock!" Colin said. "Will give me a hard fuck, I hope." He looked at Ken who seemed a bit shy now when Colin took command. The cock was about 8 inches (20 cm), thick and smooth, but iron-hard at the same time. Ken had a teenager's balls and Colin sniffed and licked the hairless ball-sack.
"Fuck you are an expert, man! Please don't stop!" Ken mouth-fucked the boy in front of him. Colin loved the smell of sweat and soap, just like his room-mate at home when he arrived back from gym.
"You are piss-wet, buddy. Cumming already, are you?" Colin was afraid that this would be a very fast running mouth-event. He squeezed the lad's balls with his nails and used his teeth on the naked glans.
Ken cried and swore, but he lifted Colin up onto the sofa. "Who is piss-wet here? You are wet like a kid, aren't you?" In a hurry he stripped Colin completely. There was no big show, just a strip to get the youngster naked.
"Didn't expect you were a doll!" Ken touched Colin's sore nipples. "And someone has beaten you as well. Fucking crazy!"
"Forget it! Just open me. Make me your chick!" Colin moved around and knelt on the sofa. He spread his buttocks and presented Ken his boy-cunt. "Do what you would have done with your girlfriend!"
Suddenly Ken wasn't the innocent guy Colin had thought. He had licked a backdoor before, Colin guessed both girls and boys, and he was not afraid to use his tongue inside Colin's arse. While rimming and sucking Colin from behind, Ken used his rough hands to play with Colin's balls and dripping cock. Now Colin was the one afraid about an early spunking. He groaned and fucked Ken's hands.
"Please fuck me now, Ken. Fuck me hard. Make me cum, please. You have some cream?" Even though he was quite open he felt the need for some lubrication. This lad's cock was as thick as his dad's.
"I have some massage oil here!" Ken filled Colin's hole with oil before he greased himself. Without hesitation Ken placed his naked cockhead at Colin's entrance and just pushed, hard and brutal.
Colin yelled, more with surprise than pain. "Yes, yes, just like that. Split me open, Ken. And ride me like a horse!" Colin wiggled his hips and squeezed Ken's cock with his arse muscles. Ken was happy to do as Colin asked. He fucked Colin with a combination of long and deep thrusts. Colin was close to an orgasm, but he wanted to last longer.
"May I ride you, buddy? I want to see your hard body." Colin helped Ken to lie down on the leather sofa. The he placed one foot on each side and lowered his butt onto the waiting spear. "Now fuck my pussy from underneath" Colin cried and lifted his body again a little bit.
Colin was at home now. He felt Kenny's arms, he saw his warm face, he saw his wet lips, and most of all, he felt the bigger guy's strong and macho fucking.
"I'm cumming!" Colin cried. "I'm cumming!" The Scottish customer blasted off. Squirts of white cream landed on Ken's upper body, his head and his face. With closed eyes and a tightly closed mouth he let the visitor empty himself. But he wasn't silent for long. This time he was the one to roar, and he was not careful now. He rammed his cock hard into Colin every time he sent a new load deep into him.
Colin rested on the top of this American-French gym instructor. He was very satisfied with this morning-fuck.
"If you were my chick, I would have kissed you now." Ken grinned.
"You may close your eyes and pretend," Colin whispered. The two ended Colin's work-out with a wet and deep kiss.
"If you need a fuck-buddy during your stay, you know where I am." Ken followed Colin to the door.
There was still half an hour until Colin was due to meet Pierre for lunch. He walked slowly down the main street of the village. "Dr Martins medecin generaliste," Colin read the sign and went up the stairs.
Twenty minutes later he was out in the street again. In his pocket he had the diamonds in a box. "I don't want to be a doll!" he had explained to the doctor who pierced him the previous evening.
"But I saw you were horny when you pierced me last night!" Colin had said to the elderly gentleman. "And I see you are horny when you work with my body now." Colin had continued.
"I sucked the doctor off because he didn't want any money from me!" Colin told Pierre the story before they went into Pierre's favourite restaurant.
"How was the gym?" Pierre asked.
"Hard!" Colin answered. "But I need to do it again!" He grinned.
To be continued