The story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and is completely fictional. Ivar is a youngster of the writer's imagination, and so are the men he meets on his `educational journey'.
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Europe with Spartacus
Chapter 11
Paris (1975)
Ivar was sitting outside his favourite lunchtime caf. He had changed habits since he had arrived in the French capital : a beer in the middle of the day was very far from his habits up north.
The youngster opened his Spartacus guide, which had a lot of crosses on the Paris pages. He had experienced a lot, seen a lot, and in many ways lived like a gay youngster. The landlord in his hostel had been sorry when he had told the students that the hostel would have to close down next week because of orders from the fire brigade, but he had promised Ivar to find a new cheap room for him. In a way Ivar was very comfortable with his spartan room in the attic.
"Maybe a sign to travel further!" Ivar thought. He had an appointment with Col that evening, and he looked forward to visiting Ken in his studio apartment the next day.
"Maybe the Riviera?" he wondered and turned to the pages in the guide book. Not the gay Eldorado it seemed, but the cities and the beaches looked wonderful. Ivar would love some tanning before winter.
His mother had told him by phone the other day that his brother would be on a ship arriving in Tilbury not far from London next month. "An excuse to see the gay scene in London too," Ivar thought. He had wanted to see Edinburgh as well, since the Military Tattoo from Edinburgh Castle had been a tv favourite for years.
"Same sex activities between men are illegal by law in Scotland, and can be punished by jail," Ivar read in his guide, some of the strongest laws in Europe. Ivar had talked to a Scottish guy who had said that this had been a `sleeping law' for some years but public gay behaviour was still something that the police monitored, and there were no gay establishments. "But I bet a lot of red-haired cute lads without underwear are waiting for a Viking to arrive!" the Norwegian student had proclaimed.
"Okay!" Ivar closed his book and asked for another beer. "The French Riviera, London and then Edinburgh, I have a plan!" A young waiter grinned at the fair-haired lad who spoke to himself in a strange language.
Ivar was to meet Col outside his hostel at ten o'clock. When he arrived, Col was already waiting for him in his private car.
"Where are we going, sir?" Ivar was suddenly in the `sir' business again even if the man had asked him just to call him Col.
"I will show you a place not mentioned in your guidebook, Viking! I know you are a tough guy, so you will love this place. We will travel north east. You been to a dungeon, kid? I guess you haven't!" The man grinned and took some narrow streets north.
Ivar did not answer. He had seen some dungeon porn in Denmark, so he knew what it could be like. He was excited and a bit scared, but his cock was dripping wet inside his tight trousers. Even if Col had been a bit too dominant in the last week, he trusted the man and knew he would take care of him.
They had left the built-up city centre and reached an industrial area, where they had to pass two fences with automatic gates before Col stopped in front of a condemned building. In the darkness Ivar could see silhouettes of many cars so they were not alone. A steep staircase, sparsely lit, ended in a long corridor. They walked through the humid room that ended with a metal door. Col had the pin-code. Inside was a new corridor with many numbered doors. Again Col had a pin-code for the door. They were in a small changing room with a shower. The signs suggested it must have been some kind of chemical factory in earlier days.
"Welcome to my playground, baby boy! You look pale, but your dick is pumping. Good!" Col opened a door. "I have to blindfold you now, kid. It's the rules, but don't be afraid. Nothing will happen to you that you don't want, okay?
Ivar swallowed and let the man place a dark mask over his eyes. "You sit down, kid, while I change into more comfortable clothes.
Ivar did as he was told. He was a bit annoyed with himself about being so excited, and for having a boner that was pumping pre-cum.
"I will leave you now, just to check us inside. When I close the door, you may take off your blindfold and change too." Col had a hand on Ivar's shoulder.
"What do I wear, sir?" Ivar was not as tough as he tried to sound.
"Use this!" Col handed the lad a small piece of silky cloth.
"My stripping pouch!" Ivar shouted when he saw what Col had given him. "So you dirty devil, you were the one that kept this after my last strip-show!"
Ivar undressed and tried to hide his boner in the tiny thong. On the back of the changing room door was a full-length mirror. Ivar adjusted his dick and tried to style his hair. Then he got a glimpse of what was inside the cabinet: ropes, whips, rubber cocks, something that looked like a pump, a gas-mask and a lot of boxes. Ivar swallowed and sat down again. "What on earth am I doing here?" Ivar thought, just as he heard that the door open.
Col was back. Ivar knew the huge hairy body, now dressed in a black leather thong, black harness, boots and a Finland Hood which hid his nose and mouth. "We are expected!" Col put an arm around the boy and led him into what Ivar thought looked like a huge industrial hall. "Let's see what's on tonight, Viking. And don't be afraid, no harm will come to you!"
Ivar looked around. There were men dressed like Col, naked youngsters in different positions, a bar in the back of the room, and in addition some sofas with men in black but no hoodies.
"Public too?" Ivar whispered.
"Candidates. They are here to learn! And pay for some fun." Col answered without emotion. "Some of the lads can be hired...for some private fun!" he added.
"So you intend to rent me out tonight?" Ivar grinned.
"Aye, I've already done that," Col answered, again emotionless. Ivar had no words.
"I have rented you kid, that's why we have the same colour on our bracelet." Col showed off the red bracelet. "Without that you had been on the free market!"
"Not only a bdsm dungeon, but a place to rent sex!" Ivar thought. Now Col let Ivar pass some of the actions. A boy had been placed in a pillory. His bum was red-striped, but just now he was being mouth-fucked by a man Col's size. Further down the room was a youngster in a swing like the one Ivar knew from Copenhagen, but he was placed face down and had a rubber tail in his back entrance. The screams they had heard from their arrival came from a thin youngster on a stretching bench. He was being treated with what looked like hot wax, and he cried every time the wax hit him.
"A bad actor!" Col said. "He's well-trained. He isn't hurt. He's a medical student by the way, and the master is his professor, I'm told!"
Col had been playing with Ivar's stiff cock all through the room, almost dragging him by the balls. "You should have a collar on him!" the professor shouted.
"No need!" Col answered. "This guy has his own free will!" He squeezed Ivar's crotch. The iron-hard erection had ruined the small pouch.
Behind the stretching bench was a steel cage with two youngsters sitting or lying down. "What is that?" Ivar whispered.
"Either they wait for their masters, or maybe they are for sale. I don't know. Guess they live out here," replied Col.
"Live out here?" Ivar was shocked. "Yes, there are plenty of rooms in this hostel!" Col grinned. Ivar did not know if this was real, or if it was a set up stage. He wanted to believe the latter.
Col placed Ivar in the middle of the room and asked him to wait. He was back a few minutes later, carrying a small bag. Before going on Col used his hands to caress Ivar's body, a contrast to the tough actions all around. Col used wet fingers inside the boy's cunt, and he used wet fingers on Ivar's nipples before he rather directly pulled Ivar's foreskin back and caught the dripping pre-cum.
Ivar sighed. He was as horny as hell.
"Why are all the guys flaccid?" Ivar whispered when he displayed the total opposite.
"They are well-trained bottoms, all of them," Col answered. "A bottom has no need for his cock...he's not allowed to use it. He's taught not to use it. His real cock is his pussy. He will never cum, unless his master allows it."
"Well, what if he still cums then?" Ivar would be reaching his own limit soon if Col went on teasing him.
"Caning, or worse! And a steel cockcage for the next few weeks, I guess!" Col squeezed Ivar's balls again. The teenager had lost some of his erection, the hurting was intense.
"So you say they never are allowed to cum, never feel a spurting!" Ivar showed off his amateur knowledge now.
"Most boys are milked once a week, or every fortnight, privately or here in public!" Col had a remote control and used it to lower chains from the ceiling. "Then they are drained until they faint! Well, I have heard that the professor allows his boys to cum more often, for medical purposes. Rumours, I guess! Maybe we could sell him a Viking load!"
Ivar was suddenly silent. Col found four cuffs and placed them on Ivar's wrists and ankles. "I think we'll skip this!" he commented, and stripped Ivar of his mini-thong. The rock-hard cock was in high gear, pointing left as usual. "What a sight!" Col stated but not loud enough to be heard. Then he spread Ivar's legs wide and attached the ankle-cuffs to hooks in the wooden floor.
The chains were lowered to shoulder height and the hands were cuffed before the boy's arms were lifted above his head. Again Col caressed the young body. "Damn, baby? You are the hottest one here tonight!" he whispered.
"What will you do with me, sir? You know I'm not experienced in this kind of thing." He turned his head to the other boys. It seemed as if the whole dungeon just now followed Col and his new boy.
"It's up to you, son. What would you like to try?" Col was very close. He kissed Ivar on his forehead and took a solid grip around his balls.
"What is the real turn on for you, sir? I'm just the tool, I understand. Do you want to break me down, make me scream, let me beg for mercy, piss with fright or make me helpless and then fuck me?" Ivar was still in the discussing mood.
"Yes, that's what's it's all about!" Col tried to be serious, but the broad grin showed that he still fancied this Norwegian Viking's behaviour, very different from the other boys here tonight.
"I think I will decorate your beautiful body a bit. You are too pale," Col said as he pulled a cock whip from the bag and hung it in the belt. "But we need to prepare those hot nipples too." He used his fingers to make the nipples even harder. With wet fingers he painted the dark coronas. He showed Ivar two nipple-clamps, opened them and locked them. "What do you say?"
"Let me try!" Ivar closed his eyes.
"You remember the stop word, son?" Col whispered."
Yes sir. RED!" The boy was ready.
Col placed the steel clamps on Ivar's both nipples. The boy trembled, but said not a word. His cock jerked with each clamp Col placed.
"We need some decoration on your balls too, young man, eh?" Col pinched the ball-skin and placed a clamp on each ball. Ivar moaned.
"Okay, son?" Col flicked the ball-clamps. Ivar grinned.
"Green!" he answered. "But I have to piss, sir. Haven't seen a toilet here."
"I'll arrange that!" Col went up to the men on the sofa beside the bar. "Who wants some yellow juice direct from the producer? My lad is offering!"
Two men, probably in the thirties, dressed in black singlets and cut-off denims crossed the floor and knelt in front of Ivar.
"Undress!" Ivar commanded. "I'm a spreader and I don't want you wet!"
The two hesitated. "Go on!" Col said. "You heard the new master!"
Minutes later the two were naked except for boots and thongs. Col pulled back some of Ivar's long foreskin, and directed his stiff cock into the first man's mouth. During what felt like minutes Ivar feed the two his young piss. Even when he changed from one man to the other he managed without wetting them.
"Wait here, guys. I have to teach this youngster who's his boss here tonight!" Col used the cock-whip and hit Ivar's buttocks quite hard. He had chosen a whip that caused no harm, just heated and made the skin red.
"Who's the master here, kid?" Col ended with two strokes on Ivar's dick.
The boy had tears in his eyes when he answered, "You are, sir!"
"Good, and don't forget that, Viking boy!" Col found a black mask and blindfolded the youngster.
"I'll let the men inspect you, son. Any comments?" Col was close to Ivar again.
"Let them, sir! But only one is to fuck me, okay?" Colin whispered back.
"What?" Col nearly shouted.
"Only you are to fuck me, sir! Only you!" Ivar went on.
"You want me to fuck you here in the dungeon? In public?" Col sounded surprised.
"That's why we are here, isn't it? I want your huge cock up my ass, and I will play a good bottom for you. Please, sir?" Ivar tried to beg, but he was in teasing mood even if he was bound up and blindfolded. And he was as horny as anyone could be.
"Go on! Inspect him, use any tools, but keep your thongs on." Col pointed at the two kneeling men. He also gave a signal to the other viewers to participate. Five men used the next twenty minutes to squeeze, lick and suck the boy. They finger-fucked his arse and they played with the clamps. Ivar was dripping pre-cum and his whole body was jerking.
Ivar knew he couldn't keep his load any longer. When one man finger-fucked him and another sucked his cock while the others played with his young body, he reached the edge. "Damn, sir. I'm cumming sir, IÉ, IÉ !" Hands-free, he jerked off over the men in front of him. Some men were hit by the explosion, but most of his boy-milk spread over the dungeon floor.
Col pulled Ivar's black mask off and gave him a slap, first one, then two. "Who gave you permission to cum, boy?" he shouted.
"And who gave you permission to slap me, sir?" Ivar focused two hard blue shining eyes on the man who seemed to be hit harder than Ivar.
Col wake up from a sort of trance. "I'm sorry, lad. Sorry. You okay?"
"These guys were marvellous!" Ivar said. "Sorry that they are not naked. They seem to have nice bodies. Why can't they hold me when you fuck me, sir? My arms are almost dead now!"
"You ready to undress, guys?" Col looked at the men. Soon all of them were naked, except for their boots. Col lowered the chains and freed Ivar from the handcuffs, but let his feet remain locked to the floor.
"Let's free you from the decorations," Col said, pulling both clamps off Ivar's nipples without opening them. For the first time, Ivar's scream was heard in the room. When the bloodstream returned to his nubs, they felt like burning sticks. Col made it worse by using his tongue on the sore tits afterwards.
"Let me!" One of the kneeling men pulled away the clamps from Ivar's ballsack, but he was human enough to open the clamps before he took them off. He got an angry look from Col.
Col let two men hold Ivar's arms while they made him bow. The huge man pulled aside his leather thong and placed his cock in Ivar's mouth. The cocksucker from the north had no problems showing off his major skill. Col was the one to whimper now.
After a while he found a tin of lube in his bag and ordered one of the men to grease up Ivar's arse. The man did it well, and soon had three fingers inside. Again a string of pre-cum dripped from the lad's stiff cock. Ivar was ready for Col's cock. The man used a generous amount of lube on his own cock, then he spread Ivar's round buttocks and penetrated him without mercy. Ten inches (25 cm) of huge cock entered the lad in a single thrust. Not a sound from the boy who was sure just this would happen. He had been afraid he had gone too far, pushing the man's dignity.
"You okay, baby?" Suddenly the caring Col from the night in the park was back.
"Just give me some time, sir, and then go on. I need a hard fuck now!" And Col gave him a hard, but gentle fuck, and Ivar was a good bottom that used his muscles to please the stallion.
Without a word, and just a few minutes later, Col withdrew, and after some jerks he sent his man-cum over the boy's neck, back and butt before he re-entered the open boy-cunt.
"Help yourself, guys. Drown him!" Col looked at the five men still holding Ivar's upper body. In a few minutes five men emptied themselves all over Ivar's body. He was drenched in dripping man-cream.
Ivar had convulsions in his legs after the cuffing, so he had to rise. Col understood and withdrew. The men helped him to free Ivar's legs. As a sort of reflex, Ivar started to wank his still hard cock.
"No wanking, lad!" Col was back in the commanding mood, and locked Ivar's hands behind his back. Then he turned to the man by the stretching bench and shouted, "Bring the milking machine, Doc! Young Viking-milk here!"
"You managed well, my young friend!" Col stopped the car outside Ivar's hostel. "I understand you are leaving tomorrow."
"Guess I am, sir. Glad you showed me a bit more of gay Paris than my Spartacus guide described." Ivar gave Col his hand in a rather formal goodbye.
"Take care, boy. The world is open for you!" Col touched Ivar's hair, then he kissed him.
(Paris 2007)
The taxi passed the Arc de Triomphe and followed a broad street north-west. After a while the taxi stopped in front of an anonymous building with small shops on the bottom floor.
The business visit had ended the day before and Ivar had invited Barraud to join him for an early lunch at his hotel. Meeting the guy who had worked in one of the bars he'd known from his first visit to Paris, had been a highlight. Ivar had already invited him to Oslo.
Ivar's romantic dream about the Paris he visited as an eighteen year old student had not been fulfilled, but he had met nice people, and he had seen a bit of one of the new gay capitals of Europe. Now Oslo, and a very different daily life, waited. His sons had promised to meet him at the airport.
Ivar looked around. Maybe he had expected an exotic faade. He looked for the company and film producer who over the years had triggered his fantasy about the sensual and erotic side of France. He looked for the Cadinot movie company. Maybe he had dreamt about meeting some of the stars from the early movies; maybe even hoped that the film studio was at this address with the possibility of a visit. He went inside. Nothing fitted his stupid assumptions. He found a rather normal sex-shop and was served by a young man who hardly understood his French.
But to Ivar's satisfaction; all the Cadinot movies were in the store, for sale! He bought his favourite, a movie from 1992, `Gamin de Paris', his only visual memory from the Paris trip.
A long walk back to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier' and The Eternal Flame' ended the Paris stay 32 years after his first visit.
(Paris 1975)
Ivar was kissed by Monsieur Isac the French way when he left the hostel where he had lived for the last two last weeks. "Sorry sir, for keeping you awake so many nights," he said and signed the papers for his passport. He got a solid handshake from the old man.
The lady in his favourite restaurant had bid him farewell too, with a fantastic dessert and a glass of sweet wine on the house.
Now he was walking the hot streets like a real backpacker again. He found the metro and he looked for Place d'Italie in the Latin Quarter. Ken, the Canadian guy from the Louvre lived out here. Six floors up by a rickety open lift, and Ivar found the door with a round peephole. `Henrik-photo' was the small card beside the button. Ken, dressed in nearly nothing, hugged Ivar before he pulled him inside.
To be continued