Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2017 18:21:01 +0000
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 51

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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) and
older men.

Comments always welcome at colin4men@gmail.com


Colin's New Adventures

Chapter 51


Colin was sitting in the front row of the grand auditorium waiting for the
high-ranking police officer's speech. Everybody rose when the man arrived
accompanied by the Principal. The reason for the high-ranked visit was the
alarming news about student massacres in other parts of the world, and the
need for better coordination of the security between police and the
students themselves. Another reason was the last year's sale of cannabis in
the area around the University.

"I wonder why one of the top officials has chosen to be here himself,"
Boyd, the security guard from the Highlands, said to his brother Doug when
they met Colin on the way to the auditorium earlier.

"I've heard that he's going to take early retirement from his office," Doug
said. "It's also been said that he wants to run for parliament in the next
election."

"A guy running for parliament tried to dock me," Colin thought with a
grin. That was enough for the young man who felt his morning cock
stiffening again in the formal trousers he had chosen to wear instead of
his usual jeans.

Each dorm on campus had to delegate one student for this event, and Colin
had chosen himself almost without asking the other guys on the top floor in
his campus. None of the others wanted to go. "We heard his bass voice just
some month ago," had been Kenny's comment on the morning meeting, " but you
know Colin!" Kenny had winked to the others. "Kiddo spunks in his pants
when he sees men in uniform."  And by applause Colin had been chosen to
represent their group.

"Principal, ladies and gentlemen, dear students," the officer started his
speech in a very formal manner, speaking clearly and distinctly. He wasn't
wearing his usual office uniform. Instead he was dressed more like an
ordinary constable in short-sleeved shirt and security vest, with a
truncheon and handcuffs attached to the belt around his waist. No doubt
this was someone who wanted to be seen as a man of action.

Colin thought of this man at Brickwall Mansion, down in the basement being
sucked by his young son. He thought of the half-naked man who tortured him
with the electric pencil, and the man that double wanked his own and
Colin's cocks close to cumming. The thoughts made Collin drip pre-cum with
excitement. He smiled when he remembered Kenny's words early that morning.

"Dear students, you are the most..." the policeman let his eyes follow the
students sitting on the first row. In the middle, a very bright looking
youngster, open faced, red lipped, boyish, following the policeman with
both intelligent and smiling eyes. The man stopped in the middle of the
sentence, swallowed twice, put both his hands on the lectern, and
continued.

Colin smiled very lightly. Four eyes had met, four very emotional eyes.

"I hoped to see you today." The policeman stopped in front of Colin when
the students rearranged themselves for discussion groups after his
speech. "Very nice to see you," he put a hand on Colin's shoulder.

"Nice to see you too sir, but I'm not quite sure..." Colin was uncertain if
he should pretend not to have recognised him from the basement, or just be
open and honest.

"I really honour your loyalty young man, but I know and you know." The man
smiled. "Please make contact with me in the canteen when I'm there for tea
before I leave, about an hour from now." He looked at his watch. "You have
my card if there are any questions from the guards," he said as he handed
Colin his business card. Then he moved on to speak to other students. Colin
was a bit confused, but quite certain that the policeman wanted to see him
for more than the security business at University.

Colin was expected when he went up to the policeman's table in the
canteen. The man left his table of honour and put a hand on Colin's
shoulder. "I will not lie to you Colin, but I hoped to see you here
today. I could have sent my deputy, but you were the main reason I attended
the meeting myself. You impressed me a lot at your baptism, the very best
I've seen, and I've seen some you know."

Colin blushed and couldn't stop a smile.  He looked around but nobody was
listening. "Your son was the hottest youngster there, sir," Colin said in
polite response.

"And he adores you. He wishes to meet you again. He has begged me to see
you again." The policeman was suddenly very human. "I hope you will visit
me and my sons very soon."

"Your sons, sir?" Colin was full of questions.

"Yes I have five sons, but only three of them live at home with me. You
have met my youngest, but they are all your brothers in the golden circle,"
he said as he fingered his ring in front of Colin. "And you have to bring
your Dad." The policeman was very direct.

"You mean my professor?" Colin asked.

 "No, I mean your real Dad. I know the professor was just a stand-in for
the occasion. I heard from another member that your Daddy has very special
skills regarding young men." The policeman smiled.

Colin had heard all about the library event from his Bill, so he could not
but grin when he heard about `special skills.' "Must be good to put `taking
young men's virginity' in your CV," Colin thought with a huge smile. "But
if it's my daddy you want to see, why me, sir?" Colin was very honest.

"I want to do a little role play with you in front of my sons and I hope
you are curious enough to come and see us." The policeman had to leave
now. "Please Colin, give your dad my card, and ask him to call me." The man
put his hand on Colin's cheek, a very soft and very caring touch.

***


Bill was still feeling uncertain when he rang the bell outside the
Victorian three-storey house on the outskirts of the country village. The
telephone conversation with the policeman had been jovial and very
inclusive. Bill was certainly seen as a fellow member of `The Golden
Circle' as the members called their cult, even if Bill declared that he had
had a stand-in through Colin's professor. "Just the same," had been the
man's statement, "You were there and you approved."

The youngest son in the house opened the door and gave Bill his hand. Bill
presented himself and the young one answered with a welcoming smile. "I'm
Mike," he said. "My father is waiting for you upstairs." Then he very shyly
reached for Colin's hand. He hadn't seen him since Colin sucked him off in
the estate basement. Colin took his hand, but leaned forward and hugged
him. The kid in sports gear blushed.

The policeman, in his fifties, waited for them at the top of the stairs. He
welcomed them smiling, but dressed in the uniform Colin had seen in the
auditorium.

"Sorry for not being more casually dressed, but I just got back from the
office moments ago. Heavy traffic on the way out of the city delayed me,
despite me being in my official car. Welcome, nice to see you. Thanks for
your call." He gave Bill his hand.

"It is good to meet you properly, Mister..." Ê

"Just call me John," interrupted the policeman, "but if you please only
when we're alone. Call me Sir or Inspector at other times."Ê

Bill was surprised by this but nodded his agreement. He had after all
agreed to take part in a role-play scene with Colin and this man.

"Nice to see you too, Colin." The policeman just put a huge hand on Colin's
shoulder.

"I was too curious not to accept your invitation, sir." Colin was very
direct as usual. "We didn't have much time to talk during the ceremony at
the mansion, sir. But I haven't forgotten the action there." Colin
grinned. Bill had probably wanted his son to be a bit more careful, but
this was first of all an invitation for him, so he had to set the scene as
he wanted.

"Good that the actions there did not scare you off." The waiting man them
into a strange room, a combination of a home office and a sitting room. A
huge desk lay along the wall on one side of the room, and some sort of
benches on the other. No cosy sofas, but leather-covered dark wood with a
lot of metal rings as ornaments.

Mike, the youngster that had opened the door, went up to the bench and
placed himself beside two youngsters standing there. "Meet my other sons,
Seamus and Patrick. Seamus will soon be eighteen, and Patrick has just
turned sixteen." The policeman turned to Bill who gave the boys his
hand. Colin just held up his hand and said "Hey" to the boys.

"Two guys very much like their father, I see." Bill smiled. Seamus, the
oldest was broad shouldered while Patrick was much slimmer. Both of them
looked very different from Mike, the youngest.

"Mike looks like his mother," the policeman nearly snarled. "But he is as
tough as the two others put together."

Colin saw that the two felt very uncomfortable. He hated grownups that
bullied their kids. "You look great to me all of you," Colin said, "and I'm
happy to meet you. You have been through the inauguration at the mansion so
you must be tough guys."

"He didn't dare to be fucked though," Patrick grinned and used an elbow in
the youngest one's side.

"Stop it!" The father's voice was like a gun. "And now undress all three of
you."

"But sirÉ" Seamus was about to protest, "WeÉ"

"No buts. Go on, strip now. You have begged me to be milked today, haven't
you?" The man looked at his sons again. "You complained that it was two
weeks since last time, didn't you?"

Colin suddenly understood the shyness when he saw the youngest naked with a
small but tight cock cage. When the brothers lowered their boxers both of
them revealed that they had tight steel cock cages on. Before they tried to
cover up with their hands, Colin saw that Seamus was quite normal
sized. His cock had some room inside the cage. His younger brother seemed
well hung and his cock did what it could to fill the room inside the
cockcage. His balls were like the balls of a grown up man while the older
one was more like Colin himself.

"Two weeks?" Colin nearly gasped. "You guys haven't cum for two weeks? How
come you don't wake up in a wet bed every morning then?"

"Well, this is how we do it around here. I had a cage myself put on by my
father until I was twenty-one. I learned to be both patient and obeying."
The policeman looked at his sons. "The day you turn eighteen you get the
key to the cockcage. And then it's your own choice."

Colin looked at Bill and swallowed. "But what if they cum when the cage is
on, sir? It's possible if you are very excited."

"Well, if I catch one of them trying to cheat me, he will not be able to
sit for the next week, and he can only dream of his license," the inspector
answered.

"I sense that you judge me young man, and that's okay, but if one of my
kids comes to my bed, we'll find a way to give him relief. Even the two
elder ones that have moved out from home, come to my bed from time to
time." The father looked at Bill who had become very silent.

"But they say it's because their girlfriendsÉ"

The youngster was stopped by his father. "Keep those stupid women out of
this," he snarled. "If they can't give them satisfaction, they know I
will."

"You sit down, all three of you. Look and learn, and Colin, please wait
outside. I'll get you when I'm ready. And Bill, please take a seat by the
desk. You have agreed to act as the boy's lawyer during the interrogation."
John, as Bill was to call him, gave the orders now. Bill just nodded. They
had been through this in the phone conversation. The father, who had told
Bill that there were drug problems in the boys' schools would show their
sons what could happen if you were caught by police for drug selling or
dealing.

When Colin left the room he had to adjust his devil of a cock inside his
pants. The contrast between the three naked beauties, and the fully
uniformed policeman had made him hard. And Bill, with a sort of teasing
look, didn't make it easier. But he was a bit uncertain too, he told Bill
later on, as the policeman had not given any details about the upcoming
`interrogation.'

When the man came out from the `office', he hugged Colin. "You trust me,
son? Even though I'm going to be tough with you?"

"I trust you sir, but why are you as hard as I am?" Colin felt the tall
man's stiff cock against his lower body. "Will you fuck me today, sir? You
nearly promised me that in the basement, you remember."

"That's your decision when the role-play is over, and your Dad's of
course. Maybe you will hate me." He used one hand to cup Colin's balls and
dick before he changed his attitude.

"Give me your hands, kid." The man loosened the handcuffs from his belt and
put them on Colin.

"Very different from the playing cuffs we use at home," Colin
thought. "These are real." Colin felt like a prisoner.

Without any kindness the man pushed Colin in front of him into the room,
all the way up to the desk. He then took Colin's shoulders and turned him
around, facing him and standing quite close.

"Tell me where you keep the drugs," he nearly shouted. "Tell me where you
put it when the guard found you lads smoking."

"I have no drugs. I'm not into drugs at all. It's a mistake. I wasn't
smoking." Colin's voice was filled with defiance.

The policeman hit Colin's face with a flat hand. "You address me as sir,
okay? And look at me," he grabbed Colin's hair. Colin had tears in his
eyes. The slap of the face had been a surprise.

"Tell me where you put the drugs, boy. Don't deny it. I have met youngsters
like you before," the man went on.

"I have no drugs, sir. It's a mistake, sir," Colin met his eyes this time.

"Okay, then we have to do it the hard way." He started to empty Colin's
pockets, but nothing of interest was there.

"You better tell your client to participate," the policeman said as he
looked at Bill, who was far from comfortable. On the other hand Bill was
realistic enough to think that even Colin could learn from the serious
set-up, even if it was just a play today.

"Open your mouth, boy!" John grunted. Colin was too slow to do what he was
told. The result was another hit by the flat hand, much harder this
time. "Open your mouth or I'll use some very dirty equipment to open you!"

"Please cooperate young man. If you are clean you have nothing to fear."
Bill sounded like a real lawyer.

The inspector checked Colin's open mouth and he checked his ears and his
hair. Colin did not feel well.

"Hold out your hands." The man used a key to unlock the handcuff on one of
Colin's hands. "Undress, quickly!" The voice trembled a bit, but was still
hard.

Colin stripped off his t-shirt and stopped. Shirtless he looked at the
man. Bill saw that John stared at Colin's erect nipples.

"And your shorts!"

Colin hesitated, but pulled down his shorts and kicked off his shoes at the
same time.

The boy was naked but for tight white boxer-briefs. There was no full
erection anymore, but quite a big wet spot in the front.

"Put your arms above your head." The man examined both of Colin's hairless
armpits. No drugs taped there.

To Bill's surprise the policeman went very close up to Colin. With the
fingers on both hands he squeezed the boy's nipples really hard and twisted
them. "I'm going to break you. Don't try to fool me, kid."

"I'm not fooling you sir, it's a mistake sir!" Colin cried out to get rid
of the pain done by the policeman's nails. Then he used his uncuffed hand
and very surprisingly grabbed the man's heavy erection. The policeman
howled and buckled his knees at the same time. When he then stood up to his
full height and glared, Bill was afraid that this was no longer a
role-play. John was about to hit Colin again.

Bill coughed, and he coughed again. The man in front froze in motion, and
then grinned at Bill before turning back to Colin. "I think we'll have to
lock you up again to prevent you to doing foolish things," John said to the
youngster who without protest gave him his hands. Colin told Bill
afterwards that he had become really annoyed after the hitting of his face
and the squeezing of his nipples.

"Pull off your underwear!" The inspector commanded again. Colin, struggling
with the handcuffs on, managed to free his boxers. The young man did
nothing to cover up. He pushed his hips forward and showed off a dripping
but not fully hard cock. The youngest of the naked three on the bench
sighed. That was the only sound heard when the policeman took Colin's cock
and pulled his foreskin back.

Bill almost smiled when he saw clear pre-cum threads dripping from both the
older boys' cockcages. "Cockcages are not as effective at you think, father
John," Bill thought, but of course he said nothing.

After the inspection of the cock and the cockhead, and even the opened
piss-slit, the policeman, now very red-faced, started to inspect Colin's
balls.

"Spread your legs wider, much wider," he snarled again.

The manipulation of his cock and his balls, combined with the stroking of
his inner thighs had made Colin super erect again.

"You think this is fun, kid? I'll have to show you reality then." He
spanked Colin's stiff dick twice. Colin winced, but stayed hard. John
spanked him again. Colin turned a little and some of the stroke hit his
balls. Colin screamed and tried to pull away.

Bill coughed again. John looked at him. "Let me remind the inspector that
this is an interrogation, not a punishment. " Bill was serious. First the
inspector seemed a bit irritated, but soon he winked at Bill.

"Turn around, put your upper body on the table, and spread your legs." John
used his boots to spread Colin's legs wider. "Don't stand like a chick
about to piss in your pants."

The policeman opened a drawer in the desk and put a thin rubber glove on
one of his hands. He also found a steel arse opener Ð similar to a
speculum used by a doctor. He closed it and without any lubrication put it
into Colin's arsehole. When he then opened the instrument Colin's arsehole
was stretched wide. Colin whined, but Bill noticed that the boy was still
erect, and that his cock seen pointing towards the floor, was dripping wet.

With one finger John checked the inside of Colin's arse. "Let's see if the
items are still here," the policeman nearly shouted.

"What items, sir?" Colin felt uncomfortable. "I have told you there is
nothing in there. There has been a mistake, sir."

"Stop acting like a baby. Do you think this is for fun?" John removed the
arse opener and without hesitation pushed his long finger as deep as
possible into Colin's arse.

"Please stop, sir. It hurts, sir. I'm dry." Colin sounded very unhappy, but
just now Bill understood that this was a play for the gallery. The lad's
cock was still pumping pre-cum. John pulled out, but only to push two huge
fingers into the boy again. He rotated the fingers.

Colin moaned, whether from lust or pain, Bill could not
determine. "Probably both," he thought, but the father and `attorney'
thought that the inspector's treatment had become unnecessary rough.

 "Don't think you are fooling me, kid. I have my methods." The inspector
pulled Colin to his feet again and turned him around still cuffed. He
looked at Seamus, his eldest son, on the bench. "Go to the bathroom
upstairs and bring down the big enema set. We'll get this guy to empty
whatever he has up his arse."

"Please no enema, sir. I haven't done anything wrong." Colin put on a show
of begging, but he hated the thought of enema with the youngsters looking
on.

The naked guy on the bench tried to cover up his cock cage with both hands,
but he stood up ready to do what his father asked him to do.

"I don't accept the use of an enema, inspector." Bill raised his
voice. "According to regulations there must be medical assistance if the
suspect is forcefully examined with the use of water. I consider this to be
unnecessary coercion."

"Okay, sir," John grinned back at Bill. "Let us do this the hard way then."
He had got the response he wanted.

"Move down to the floor over there, boys." The inspector indicated where
his sons should move to from the bench. He pushed Colin in front of him
onto the bench, opened one of the handcuffs and locked it to a metal ring
at the top of the wooden backrest. He took the other set of handcuffs from
his belt and locked Colin's other wrist. Colin's upper body was
restrained. The policeman opened the skirting of the bench and locked
Colin's feet to the floor in minutes. This bench looked like a medieval
torture instrument in Bill's eyes.

The policeman loosened his hanging truncheon from his black belt. His
youngest son gasped and closed his eyes. Bill nearly gasped too. When there
had been some talk of truncheons on the phone, Bill had thought about the
modern batons currently in use - the synthetic ones carried by ordinary
police constables nowadays. The truncheon the inspector held was a
Victorian-style wooden one, probably received when the man joined the
force. It was 14 inches (35.5 cm) long and with a shape of a club, and more
than 4 inches (10 cm) in circumference at the widest point. The scary
weapon was now brought in front of Colin who gasped at the thought of what
the next step of this interrogation would involve.

"Strange interrogation," Bill thought. John's action was no longer one of
'searching for foreign objects in a human's rectum'. He used the tip of the
wooden truncheon to play with Colin's balls, then with the rear of the
super stiff cock, before he let the object follow the inner part of the
boy's thighs all the way down to his knees. He collected some pre-cum with
the weapon and he teased Colin's back, his armpits and his neck.

The inspector was silent, and so was Colin. Everybody could hear Colin's
heavy breathing though, and everybody could see the policeman's erection
inside his police uniform. With open nostrils and half-open mouth he looked
like he was performing a hot sex-act with the cutie bound in front of
him. Suddenly the man woke up as from a trance, adjusted his bulge and
coughed.

"Don't think I have forgotten what we are searching for, stupid. I give you
one last chance to tell me where you have the drugs," John said as he put
the end of the truncheon tight against Colin's arse opening. Almost at the
same time he used his other hand to tug Colin's hair and pull his head
backwards so that the boy could see his eyes.

"I have no drugs, sir. You must believe me." Colin looked straight into the
man's eyes.

"Well, we'll see then." John started to push the tip of the truncheon into
Colin's hole.  A sharp noise was heard when Bill placed a glass dish of
lubricating jelly quite loudly on the table in front of John.

A bit irritated by this, John glared at Bill, but then he moved back and
took the jelly given to him.

"The boy was opened not long ago, but okay, grease him up, son." The
policeman gave the dish to Seamus. The 17 year old, almost grown-up looking
boy, with a small leaking cockcage, went over to Colin. Then to everybody's
surprise he knelt and eagerly licked Colin's half-open arse-opening.

"I asked you to grease him up, not pleasure him or you." John turned his
truncheon to his other hand, and with the short leather strap that hung
from the weapon, he hit his son's buttocks. Seamus howled and nearly
dropped the dish of jelly. A red stripe was seen on his buttocks.

The son took a large amount of jelly on three fingers and placed it inside
Colin's arsehole before he started something very like finger-fucking. The
boy's warm hands triggered feelings in the bound up youngster and made him
purr like a cat. Bill heard his son's whisper, "Go on, Olav. Suck me,
Olav." No-one but Bill seemed to have recognised the words he used.

"Stop it, you idiot. Let me finish the check of this drug addict." The
inspector pulled his son aside.

"I have never touched drugs in my life, sir," Colin yelled.

"You better grease up this truncheon, or you will stop me again I guess."
John held the instrument in front of Bill.

Bill hesitated. If he didn't grease it, Colin would suffer more. If he
greased it he would in a way be accepting the use of a truncheon as an
instrument for checking a suspect's arse.

"Fourteen inches long. Well, the handle part of it is. How much can Colin
take?" Bill thought. "Kasim's dildo is just over 10 inches (26 cm) and
nearly as thick. Not as rigid as this weapon though. Colin has taken Adam's
12 inch (30 cm) bull-cockÉ" Bill greased the truncheon. He wanked it
like a super cock.

The inspector was impatient. He was sure he could break this youngster
down, but he knew from the `show' in the dungeon that Colin wasn't a
`normal' youngster.

Colin felt the wooden truncheon, very different from an artificial dildo,
and quite different from a real cock. Automatically he tensed his body and
his arse muscles.

"Don't make this worse for yourself. I'm going to win, so just do your job
and open up. That will make it easier for you." The policeman had a grin on
his face. He saw that the mallet-like head of the truncheon would have to
stretch Colin's arse muscles a lot to get inside his sphincter. He pushed
with no effect.

The onlookers did not know who screamed loudest, Colin or the inspector,
but Colin did this his way. He opened up and pushed back. The truncheon was
inside. Bill saw that John sweated in his police uniform. He started to
punch the truncheon inside. "It was hell," Colin told Bill afterwards, not
more painful than a huge dildo, but his arse-canal had protested against
the intruder.

The truncheon was one third inside when Colin protested the first
time. "You have to free my legs, sir. I can't move, and I have to move to
another position if you want to check more."

John let the truncheon rest inside Colin like a spear. He bent down and
opened the ankle cuffs. Colin was able to raise his hips into an ordinary
doggy-style fucking position.

"No more whining now. Let's see if there is something in here." In one
single thrust the policeman forced the truncheon the next third
inside. Bill saw that Colin had lost his erection. His little cock was
flaccid and his balls were contracting. Colin closed his eyes and winced.

"Give me more, finish up for God's sake. Don't torment me, sir. Please,
sir." Bill felt that Colin's pain was real when he heard that, but the
inspector pushed the truncheon up to where the handle started. Colin
moaned, but he did not cry.

"Better stop now sir, or I'll faint." Colin was very distinct, and Bill had
not got any `red sign' from him, but when John pushed in another two inches
(5 cm) Colin howled. With real tears he blinked rapidly Bill. This was the
signal he couldn't take more.

"That's enough." Bill rose, but the policeman seemed to go on.

"Stop, Dad. You are hurting him," the youngest boy cried out.

"Please, Father. Stop it now." Patrick talked for the first time during the
inspection. "We understand what you are telling us." The inspector looked
at his sons a bit surprised.

Without knowing what he did, the man started to withdraw the truncheon with
great care. He used one hand to comfort Colin's buttocks, then he moved his
hand all over Colin's back and neck. The wooden weapon was still inside his
arsehole. "Wait a little sir, just rest please." Colin's voice had
changed. "Try to push it in a little, and then back again. Once more,
please sir." Colin was nearly begging the inspector to continue.

Colin told Bill afterward that the pain turned to heat and when the
inspector reached his prostate, his love spot, the wooden glans had been
like a huge cock.

Bill saw to his surprise that Colin's dick was growing again, and in
seconds he had a boner like never before. John almost fucked him with the
truncheon now, and used his fingers on Colin's balls, on the rear of his
cock and even on his glans. Bill heard that Colin's breathing changed, and
he saw trembling in his whole body. John had turned this from an
investigation to a love scene. Bill looked at all the three boys who tried
to play with themselves in spite of the cockcages. He saw that Patrick had
fingers inside his brother's arse. "These boys know how to fuck in spite of
the instruments they are wearing," Bill thought.

"I'm cumming, sir. I'm cumming any minute. Please a little more, yeah, a
little more, sir." Colin was working with his arse muscles.

"Take his milk, Mike. You need it to be a man." John looked at his youngest
who, without hesitation, sat down on the floor between Colin's legs ready
for the eruption.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm cumming!" Colin cried and in the same second John
pulled the truncheon's thickest part out from Colin's sphincter. A
combination of sudden pain and his balls' contraction sent volley after
volley over the young boy's face and open mouth. Colin collapsed hanging by
his arms. John freed him and laid him carefully on the leather bench.

"Show our guest to your playroom guys, and ask him to help you with the
milking process," the inspector said as he looked at the three naked
boys. "You know where to find your keys, okay." He talked to them in a
caring voice now, very unlike what Colin and Bill had heard earlier today.

"And you have cum already, I can see." John looked at his eldest son who
had spunked through his cockcage while his youngest brother got Colin's
load. "So I guess you are finished. You can prepare the evening meal." Bill
heard the teasing voice.

"Please sir," the boy blushed, "let meÉ"

"Go on, make our guest feel at home. I'll take care of Colin."

The policeman went up to the table and pushed a button. The spy-cam in the
`playroom' showed a huge bed, nothing else. The three sons were standing in
a line in front of Bill to get their cockcages removed.

"Don't you ever give those nice boys some free time?" Colin suddenly sat up
at the bench. "Please close down that camera sir, or I will have to ask my
Dad to leave. I'm not a voyeur, you see."

The police inspector, sweaty and a bit red in the face, went up to the
table and pushed the button. The picture disappeared. "Push the red button
too, sir. My daddy hasn't permitted any recordings as far as I know." The
red button was turned off.

"Please come up to me, sir. You must be very hot inside that uniform. Let
me help you a little." Colin addressed him as if the roles were
dramatically changed. He started to pull off the man's harness, then his
police waistcoat and then his damp short-sleeved shirt. Colin could not but
admire the man's upper body. As in the dungeon he saw his muscles and his
hard stomach, very dark nipples and the soft but dark, curly body hair.

It was not Colin's first intention, but `the little man' between his own
legs had started to grow again as he continued to undress the inspector,
now by opening his belt and unzipping his dark blue police uniform
trousers. John, the inspector, was standing like a doll. He let Colin do
whatever he wanted. He even pulled off his boots and his socks at Colin's
command. The huge man was standing in front of Colin in grey boxers. His
erection was struggling inside the very youthful-style tight underwear, all
wet in front, and with a wet stripe of sweat between his buttocks.

"May I, sir?" Colin had his hands in the man's waistband.

"Do whatever you want, son. Do whatever you want." John's cock stood up
like a spear when Colin stripped him from his last piece of clothing. Colin
remembered correctly.  The police inspector displayed a hot cock. Not dark
and veiny as with many grown ups, but light and clean like a youngster's,
more than 8 inches (20 cm) long but quite thin. His cockhead was, despite
him being fully erect, covered by a thick foreskin.

Colin shivered when he remembered that the police inspector tried to dock
him at the Mansion event some weeks earlier. At the same time he remembered
the electric pen the inspector had used on him without any mercy on that
occasion.

"Sir, is it possible for you to make love to me without hurting me first?"
Colin looked the high-ranked man in the eyes. "Or do you have to break me
down first?"

"I'm sorry that I went too far, Colin. Very sorry." John's eyes did not
move away when Colin took a firm grip on his cock and pulled his foreskin
back, nearly beyond the pain limit. Then Colin used his hands to pull down
the man's heavy balls and make his thin ball-skin shine over his nuts. The
inspector moaned quietly. His cockhead was all wet.

"Can you make love to me without looking at your young sons in the cam? You
would have loved to see my Dad fuck your sons, wouldn't you?" Colin did not
let the man's cock and balls go, but went on with quite hard treatment.

Colin found the truncheon on the bench beside him and pushed it between the
policeman's thighs close to his balls and made some fucking
movements. Without being asked the man spread his legs a bit as if he
wanted Colin to get better access. Colin let the messy weapon follow John's
butt crack searching for the man's arsehole.

"I'm not going to play your game, sir." Colin threw the truncheon
aside. "But your body makes me crazy just now. You'll allow me to make love
to you, sir?" There was still close eye contact between them.

"Please, son. Do whatever you want, but please let me hug you again. Your
body is from another world." John pulled Colin to his feet and put his
large arms around him. Then he kissed his hair and his forehead before he
lifted Colin up on the bench and without warning took the boy's stiff cock
fully inside his mouth. With his hands he gave Colin's butt and back some
soft massage. Colin was hot enough to let the man do him, but he had other
plans.

***


A short time earlier Bill followed the three boys into the neighbouring
room. The room was filled with one huge bed, and when looking around he saw
that there were cameras in the corners. "We sleep together, all three of
us," Patrick said. "Easier for Dad to control us." He grinned.

"Please sit down sir, and help us to get rid of these cages." Patrick gave
Bill a set of keys.

"Why don't you do it yourself when you have access to the keys all the
time?" Bill asked.

"We are not allowed to do that, and Dad follows us you know." The boy
looked up in the corner where a red light showed that the cam was working.

Bill trembled when he used the small key to open Patrick's cockcage. The 16
year old had a grown up man's cock and balls. His cock was fully erect
seconds after he was free. The cock was full of red marks, not serious, but
Bill touched it gently. "Dad gave me a cage with teeth, as he called it,
because I managed to cum easily inside the old one." The boy grinned again.

"You shot your load inside today, stupid." Patrick pushed his elderly
brother in front. "So you will get a torture cage too after this, I'm
sure."

"Idiot!" Seamus, even taller than his brother, gently punched him. "I'll be
18 in a couple of months remember and then I'm free. I can fuck my
girlfriend every day, but you have to use your tongue on the chicks for two
more years," he teased his brother while he let Bill take off his steel
instrument.

"Not much of a cock to do the girls, eh?" Patrick shot back. Seamus' little
cock, not much bigger than Colin's, had been half-stiff inside the cage.

"Come here, boy." Bill nodded at Mike who was standing looking a bit
puzzled beside his arguing brothers. "Let me help you." Bill could only
think of his own Colin some years ago when he looked at this youngster with
an early teen's body. He was a small beauty, just as he remembered him from
the basement show.

"Dad has turned off the camera," Mike pointed. "No red lights anymore."

"I know who has demanded that," Bill thought. The three boys jumped up on
the bed.

"You want me to blow you, sir?" Seamus tried to open Bill's belt.

"Take it easy, boys. Please lie down all of you, and let me look at you. We
have just met remember." Bill was sweating in the warm room and took off
his t-shirt. He was hot as any man could be sitting beside three naked,
horny and very willing youngsters. He had seen their father in the cult
act, and he had witnessed the so-called role-play with his own Colin. He
could have `eaten the goodies' presented for him, but he didn't want be
seen as an abuser in the eyes of these kids.

***


"Lie down on the floor, sir." Colin pushed the policeman off his cock. John
hesitated. "Lie down, and get that cock of yours really hard. Remember how
you just fucked me, sir."

The man lay down on the dark red carpet, and started to jerk his already
hard cock.

"Better." Colin stood with one leg on each side of the man. He wanked
himself too. "You better be harder sir." Colin collected some pre-cum from
his own cock and greased the man's glans with the mucus.

John was as hard as any man could be when Colin opened his arse cheeks with
his hands, and forced the long stiff cock into his hole in one single
movement. The long, thin cock was just perfect in Colin's sore but hot
arse. Colin knelt and bent forward slightly, then he locked his arse
muscles and used his fingers to pinch John's dark brown nipples. The man
had been totally passive until now.

"Now, use your own baton on me, sir. Not the wooden weapon. Fuck me sir,
fuck me like what you have wanted to do since you saw me in the auditorium
the other day." Colin pinched the policeman's nipples until tears showed in
his eyes.

The inspector went into a new role now. He fucked the young student from
underneath. He fucked him like crazy. He moaned and shouted as if they were
alone in the house.

"Fuck you, son. Fuck you.  Take my cock. I'll shoot my load into your
fucking ass. You drive me crazy!" he shouted.

His three sons had never heard or seen their father like this, when they
returned to the office. From behind, they could see his long cock driving
in and out of Colin's quite tight hole.

"I'm cumming, sir. I'm cumming!" Colin took care of his own stiff dick. His
load landed all over the policeman's head and upper body. The white load
was bigger than the last one on the bench, and Colin still felt hot when
spunk from the two elder brothers ran over both his body and that of their
father on the floor. Colin pulled young Mike close and sucked him. As had
happened in the dungeon, he came in Colin's mouth in seconds. His eyes
rolled and Colin was afraid he would fall, so he kept hold of him.

"Take my milk for God's sake. Suck it with your arse, Colin. I'm ready
now." The man lifted Colin with his hips and buried his spurting cock deep
inside the young body.

Colin lay down very close to the man's ear and whispered, "Your own weapon
was the best, sir."

***


"Did you fuck those boys, Daddy?" Colin asked Bill in the car on the way
home.

"What do you think, son?" Bill took the hand from his chauffeur and put it
on his bulge, a hard and very wanting bulge. "Do you really think that I
would fuck the policeman's teenage sons in his own house in front of a
camera?"

"But did you want to?" Colin grinned when he saw his daddy blushing.

"You don't need to go all the way to release a locked up youngster," Bill
said. "I thought it was some time since those boys had just felt some
caring hands."

"But I thought you were hired to open up that youngster, Daddy. Your
reputation, you know," Colin teased.

"Open up? He had been opened up a long time ago by his so-called straight
brothers, Colin. What did you say about another so-called straight friend
of yours? `He will put his cock in any hole.' Wasn't that your expression?'
Bill had no more to tell just now.

"But Daddy. We saw two men today, the uniformed bully, and after that the
caring middle age man with an apron, serving us all beef-burgers." Colin,
the reflecting student shook his head.

"Ever thought that the whole scene was a sort of `role-play', cages and
all? We'll never know, will we?" Colin put his hand back to Bill's bulge.

"Is it okay if I stay home overnight Daddy?" He smiled when he felt his own
man's weapon stiffen.


To be continued