Date: Sun, 22 Dec 2019 11:15:37 +0000
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Europe with Spartacus 11

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, I�, I� !"
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 fa�ade. 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