Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2019 16:54:24 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 96

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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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emails to colin4men@gmail.com will be answered.


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