Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2017 15:46:55 +0100
From: Bill Jonners <colin4men@gmail.com>
Subject: Colin's New Adventures 56

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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it
is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions
and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins), his
older lover and other men.

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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES

Chapter 56


"Why so silent, Daddy? Are you not happy?" Colin put his hand on his
daddy's knee. They were driving fast through the north Italian landscape on
the way to Lago del Como.

"This whole situation is crazy, darling," Bill answered. "Here I am in an
Italian limo after being treated like an important businessman at the
airport in Bergamo. Last time I was here I was a young student backpacker."

"And now you are here to sell your son to the mafia, so the old men can
fuck him day and night before they put him on the stage and collect the
fee. Isn't that what you are thinking, Dad?" Colin grinned. He looked at
the chauffeur dressed in formal black uniforn and cap who followed Colin's
hand in the rear view mirror. The hand was near his dad's growing bulge.

"Isn't that about the truth?" Bill looked at Colin and spread his
legs. "You don't want me to believe that you go to Signore Beroni's
residence to discuss `The Latin influence of today's North European
languages'?" Bill tried to cover a smile.

"I'm going to ask him to drill me in Latin glossary, between each time he
pushes his Italian cock deep inside me. I want to know what an Italian man
shout when he cums, you understand, Daddy?" Colin squeezed his dad and
lover's heavy erection.  Bill had to close his eyes. He was dripping
pre-cum after the dirty talk and his son's clever hand treatment.

The car was now entering a small village on the southern side of the famous
Italian lake.

"Wow!" Colin shouted. "Look at the castle!" He pointed out a beautiful
building inside a huge park, surrounded by heavy fences. The chauffeur
turned from the main street and stopped in front of a gate that seemed to
open automatically. "Welcome to Lago del Como," the smiling man looked
behind, "Signore Beroni is very excited to welcome you as his visitors."

"I guess he is," Bill whispered.

"Jealous daddy?" Colin whispered back.

"No, darling, I'm not. Just desperately horny." Bill pinched Colin's
buttock when they left the car in front of the mansion.

A smiling Signore Beroni was standing at the entrance. First he gave Colin
his hand, then he hugged him tight. "Bambino, I'm so happy to see you here
before the huge event in Milan on Saturday." Turning to Bill, he shook his
hand and added, "Nice that you could come with young Colin."

"Please come inside. Monsieur Reynard has just arrived too, but he's
walking in the park with the London lawyer." Signore Beroni had an arm
around Colin's back and had found a small piece of naked skin.

"So Mr Baird is here too." Colin was the one doing the chatting. "There
must be some big business going on here." Colin smiled an innocent smile at
the Italian professor and businessman.

"Yes, bambino. The most important fashion magazines in the world are here
in Milan this weekend, and I have invited some special guests to meet our
new model tonight." The man's hand was touching Colin's buttocks when he
and his dad were shown into the entrance hall. The hall was lit by a huge
Merano chandelier, there were Italian summer decorations on the walls, and
a double staircase in dark wood ran to the upper balustrade.

"Please gentlemen, feel welcome in my home." The man in his fifties,
extremely well dressed, was one big smile. "I have longed to see again,
young man, ever since I met you in London, and we have been told about your
very successful pre-shows in England already. You must be proud of your son
and student, I've heard his university results are the very best too."
Signore Beroni put a hand on Bill's one shoulder.

"Yes, I am," Bill answered, "Very proud. Just now I think he is a bit
confused about the coming programme, but I guess he will have helpers
around." The caring father-figure was there as always.

"Please gentlemen, we'll bring the luggage to your rooms. Make yourselves
comfortable and if you feel for it please come down for some refreshment in
half an hour's time. No need for dressing up. We'll talk about that later
on." The host flicked his fingers and a young servant led the guests
upstairs.

"Better than any hotel, Daddy." Colin was standing in front of the deep,
quite narrow stone windows in his room looking down at the garden which
ended with huge columnar trees down by the lake. To the left, partly
covered with sunshades, was a large pool with azure water. The two had got
rooms side by side connected with a private door, and even separate
bathrooms. Colin's room was filled up with a collection of JustColin items,
and even some of the new swimwear collection he had heard about. On an open
wardrobe he found four or five different sets of young fashionable
garments, his style and size. This was the young model's room.

But just now the young model was dreaming. With his back to his dad who
stood very close behind him, he looked over the landscape in silence. "Give
me your thoughts, son." Bill put his arms around Colin and held him tight.

"I have no thoughts but one just now," Colin said. He pressed his hard bum
tight against a waiting bulge inside his dad's trousers. "I've always
wanted to be fucked in front of an open window," Colin said. "Please Dad, I
need your cock now. I need to be sure that you still love me Dad, and I
want you to fuck me senseless before we meet the hunters downstairs.

Bill had already started to undress his boy and Colin was naked as a baby
when Bill turned him around and kissed him deeply. Colin used his smaller
hands to undo the man's buttons, pull down his trousers and his boxers.

"You have nearly cum already, Daddy. Did the foreplay in the car make you
so excited, or was it the Irish steward on the plane that made you hot?"
Colin knelt in front of Bill, who without hesitation filled the boy's mouth
and throat with his 9.5 inch (24 cm), thick, leaking weapon.

After some minutes of heavy mouth-fucking Colin turned around, placed his
upper body over the windowsill, spread his legs wide, and pushed his
buttocks back. With his hands he opened his crack completely and showed
Bill a waiting pink rosebud, well known to the man, but as tempting as
always. Colin's small, but very hard dick, let pre-cum drip in a long
thread down to the dark polished wooden floor. The youngster was ready to
be penetrated in front of the open castle window.

Bill found the tube of cream he always carried. He guessed that the next
days would be filled with sex for his boy, so he wanted him to be well
prepared just now, even if he knew the kid longed for the very hard version
of his grownup man-fuck. Bill creamed Colin with two fingers. He put them
deep inside his arsehole. He even found his prostate and started to massage
the spot. Colin raised his hips higher. Bill worked even harder inside him,
while greasing his own cock with the other hand. Colin gasped. "Stop Daddy,
please stop or I'll cum before your cock is inside me. This setting is
incredible."

Bill felt the situation extreme. Both of them were about to cum before they
had started the fucking, but he could not hold back now. With a roar he
just mounted the young boy like a crazy stallion, all the way in a single
thrust. And the boy only yelled: "Aye Daddy, Aye Daddy, fuck me Daddy! Just
fuck me, Daddy!" Then he gasped "I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"

He sent his white cream down the wall and down to the floor below the
window. Bill acted as the stallion he was just now, and fucked the boy's
tight hole, all the way to the very bottom. Then he was the one to
roar. Colin could feel that he was filled up, again and again. The
youngster turned around and managed to get his dad's cock inside his mouth
before the last spunk left his huge weapon. He licked his daddy's
man-cream, and with his hand he filled his mouth with some of his own spunk
two. He guessed `his old man' would like to share the taste.

***


Bill was standing in the hall dressed in his new tuxedo. Around him was the
Italian-American management for the company behind JustColin. First of all
the host Signore Beroni, and Mr Baird. Reynard was there, and as Bill
understood, the whole board from the University Latin institute. Bill had
also been presented to five or six representatives from the fashion
industry. All of them seemed to have their own photographer present, so the
entrance hall was quite crowded. Beside the stairs was placed a group of
musicians playing very decent Italian popular music.

It was nearly an hour since Bill had gone downstairs for the second time,
and among the other guests he had been served a very delicious standing
buffet on the castle terrace with free-flowing wine.

Colin had taken his meal in his room while being styled and tutored on the
evening's performance by a young stage-producer. He also met four young men
from the local swimming team who were to help present the JustColin range
tonight.

Colin admitted to Bill afterwards that he had had trouble with his own
erection when the four teens between 16 and 18 tried out the different
underwear for the show, and when he was to strip to try on a secret new
item for tonight, helped by the producer, he sported a very clear
erection. The new golden swimsuit was so small and tight that Colin's cock,
even hard, was caged. But he smiled when he saw the four cover up their
fronts and blush.


Signore Beroni went up to the stairs, and placed himself at the second
step.  "Signore e Signori. Benvenuto! Welcome to my home. You are here to
meet our company's new international model, the model who on Saturday in
Milan will present the new youth brand worldwide JustColin, the Scottish
student who gave the name to this hot product. Welcome, Colin." The lights
in the hall were muted and spots above the staircase made the dark wooden
floor glisten. Bill was nervous, he knew that Colin should start this
presentation far beyond his comfort zone.

Colin entered the top of that stairs, not in his JustColin boxers as
someone could have thought, but in a dream of a youth outfit in the
JustColin colours, black ultra-tight jeans and low-cut boots, and a short
tight yellow jacket showing some skin between the jeans and the top. His
hair was styled youthful and fresh, and his skin was shining in the bright
light. The cameras around him were working non-stop.

The violins and the clarinets played an Italian melody known by the whole
world. The young model caught a microphone from the railing. He walked
slowly down a couple of stairs, then stopped. The melody had reached the
famous chorus, Colin lifted the microphone and a clear voice without
hesitation filled the huge hall:

"Volare, oh oh /E contare, oh oh oh oh Nel blue, dipinto di blu/ Felice di
stare lassu"

"No wonder my happy heart sings/Your love has given me wings" "Nel blu,
dipinto di blu /Felice di stare lassu."

The applause started before the last chorus ended. A stirred Bill had to
turn away a tear. That boy of his had done it again. Singing his entrance,
in Italian, with a melody known by everybody. "No great singer," Bill had
to admit, "but a performer without fear.

"Signore e Signori.  Benvenuto. Welcome to my JustColin show." Colin let
his eyes follow the huge crowd below and gave his dad a smile. "The day
after tomorrow the whole world will see our new teen underwear collection
at the catwalk in Milan, but tonight we are happy to give you a small
teaser here." He made another small pause.

"I have good help from four great boys from your own small town Ð from
your own high school swim-team. Please give them all a big hand. Here comes
Mario and Antonio showing off our main collection in the signature colours
black and yellow." The two local well-tanned boys, professionally styled,
walked down the stairs on either side of Colin, stopped when they reached
the floor, changed sides and walked back upstairs. The tight small boxers
did not cover much. The hairless boys showed off their bodies with pride.

"And please welcome Christiano and Gilberti. They will show you the real
teaser in our collection." Colin smiled at the youngest boys, one a bit
nervous, the other blushing lightly. When they turned round everybody could
see the logo JustColin printed on one buttock and a smiley on the
other. These two boys were not as hung as the older ones, but both had bums
that left nothing to the imagination. The thin fabric followed the boys'
crack and round buttocks. "They could just have been naked," Reynard
whispered.

"Thank you boys, molte grazie, and thank you for the Volare, Colin, I'm
sure we would love to hear your charming performance later tonight as
well." Signore Beroni entered the stairs. "I'm pleased to tell that our
company is preparing both a sports collection and a swim collection in the
JustColin style. I will now ask our local boys to show us the new high cut
sports-shorts." The fours boys entered the staircase one by one and modeled
tiny shorts with a split that showed nothing underneath. When they turned
the audience gave them a solid round of applause.

The lights in the huge chandelier were switched off and a single spot lit
the top of the staircase when Colin returned, now in a white bathrobe with
the JustColin logo on the right front.

The young model lifted the microphone. "Signore e signori . As you know
this is a collection for teenage boys, but teens today are young adults. We
have already been asked for a sports jock to use inside this great sport
gear. I have the pleasure to show you the prototype here tonight."

Colin went one step down, then he with the habit of a stripper, but without
much drama, opened his bathrobe, took it off and gave it to the oldest
local model. He revealed a tight, tiny jock, all white and in thin fabric,
with the now well-known logo on the broad elastic waistband. His half-stiff
young cock filled the jock perfectly.

Colin slowly went down the stairs followed by the spotlight, then he turned
and went back upstairs. His naked buttocks were shining from the extra oil
and the extra colour added. It was like a dream, and there wasn't a sound
in the room. When Colin again turned at the top of the stairs there was a
huge applause.

The small orchestra played and the waiters served more champagne. The
spotlight focused on the five entering for a finale. The four boys were
showing low-cut white bikinis and the special blue light made the white
gear shine. Colin was draped in a see-through white toga, half his body was
seen, naked. The special light showed the rest of his nude body too, but
not clearly.

Colin matched the music and paused between the boys. He let his toga fall,
but kept some in front of his crotch. The light showed the model posing
like a classic statue. He let the toga fall and turned his back to the
audience before he walked upstairs again. At the top he turned around, and
turned to face the people, his all-nude body with a cock not far from full
erection, ended the model's Italian debut. The audience whistled, shouted
and applauded.

"Oh mon dieu! He's a killer. He really is a killer," Mr Reynard whispered
to Bill standing beside him. Bill adjusted his own erection, not the first
time during the show.

"Grazie cara pubblico, grazie cari modelli." Signore Beroni was quite
aroused. "Please get yourself more to drink. An amazing show. Colin will
soon give you the first glimpse of the new JustColin swimwear down by the
pool. I have to remind you all that, according to agreements you have made,
pictures from this event cannot be published before the collection is
presented in Milan the day after tomorrow. Grazie amici."

The naked Colin was given some new colour and had started to try the golden
speedos when he heard heavy noise and laughter from the nearby bathroom.

"I have trouble staying flaccid," he said to the young man that helped
him. He tried to push his dripping cock between his legs.

"The swimwear is very tight and your hard-on will make a perfect bulge,"
the professional makeup artist said. "But pull your cock upwards, more
sexy. Great pictures. They will love it!"

The noise from the local boys made Colin curious. They had received
permission to change in a sort of studio just beside Bill's room. Colin
opened the door to the bathroom and just as he had seen in many common
bathrooms over the years, Colin found four superhorny naked boys but not
ready to shower yet. Some of them were wanking already and some were
teasing each other with fucking movements.

"Have some fun with us, Colin," Mario, the oldest, shouted.

"Let us see your stiffy, Colin," the youngest showed off a dripping short
one.

Colin stripped off his golden speedo and went down on his knees in the
middle of the bathroom. "Let me taste your cocks guys. Too hot just to
wank, eh?" Colin was met first by two, then after a short while, four
wanking and very hot young cocks. He did his best to share his sucking and
licking and handjobs with two hands, between the four Italian
mini-stallions.

"Colin! Sorry to interrupt your business guys, but the photographers are
waiting for you at the pool, son. Business before pleasure, you know!" Bill
was grinning in the open doorway.

Four blushing youngsters covered up their heavy erections when Colin ended
his mouth and hand jobs.

"Okay, Daddy, take off that silly jacket and finish my job here, go on!"
Colin helped his Daddy off with the jacket and the bow tie. Then he put on
the white bathrobe, caught a JustColin towel, and a bag filled with speedos
in different colours and sizes, and headed the pool area.

"You have done a very good job today, bambino." The Italian photographer
put an arm around the young model. Most of his colleagues had just left the
estate. "The show by the pool was excellent, nude without being
naked. Great for the magazines. And the finale in the stairs,
stunning. We'll try to do that in Milan as well, won't we?"

"But what if I get a hard cock there, as I did today. Not very
professional, is it?" Colin felt comfortable in the arms of the
sporty-looking Italian man.

"Go all the way," Sergio said. "It will be this year's talking point. Good
for our PR campaign. But, Colin, you are expected in the inner room now,
you know. All your, let me say, `grown-up' admirers are gathered and
Signore Beroni is eager to present his Latin student." Sergio cupped
Colin's butt. "What do you have underneath your bathrobe."

"Nothing at all," the barefoot and smiling Colin answered.

"Perfect," Sergio opened the door to the crowded library. Colin was
applauded when he entered the old-fashioned room filled with men and
glasses, still with wet hair, and with a loose bathrobe around his young
body.

Colin hesitated for a moment, then went up to his Dad and hugged him. Not
all the guests in there knew the relation between Bill and Colin so Colin
just touched his cheek with his wet lips.

"How did you like my show, Dad? I sang for you, you know. Only for you,"
Colin whispered. In the light from the library's beautiful chandelier Colin
saw the tears in Bill's eyes. Bill swallowed.

"Which of the youngsters tasted the best?" Colin had to resolve the
moment. Bill answered by putting his hand inside Colin's bathrobe and
squeezed Colin's still wet hard balls. Both Colin and his daddy were very
happy.

"Champagne, young man?" A young waiter presented a glass on a silver
tray. For once Colin accepted.

"Let's give a toast for JustColin and for the stunning actor," Signore
Beroni lifted his glass and so did the group gathered round.

"I wonder what they have done with the ladies?" Colin thought. "Just men
here, and all very mature ones except for the waiter."

Besides Sergio, the lawyer Mr Baird, Bill and then the host, a group of
four men, unknown to Colin, were present. "Please meet my friends from the
Latin institute and from the company behind our new product." Signore
Beroni put an arm around Colin's shoulder and led him up to the four men
standing around a globe in the back of the library.

They all greeted the young man warmly, shaking hands and almost hugging the
model they just had seen for the first time. Colin felt that his bathrobe
was about to open. With a glass in his one hand and the other hand occupied
with greetings, there was not much he could do. Parts of his tanned body
were seen naked, and Signore Beroni did nothing to help him cover up.

Bill winked at Sergio. They both knew that the young salesman now was about
to raise the value of his shares to even higher levels. Reynard also felt
the situation a bit out of his control so he coughed and then lifted his
glass. "I propose a toast for Bill, Colin's manager and guardian, who has
given us the opportunity to meet this talented young man."

Colin turned around and lifted his glass too. His oiled body was shining,
and his cock and balls were as visible as if he had been fully naked.

"I know that some of my colleges would like a few private photos of our new
star, and I have asked Sergio just to take some snapshots for us, if Colin
and Bill agree of course." Signore Beroni looked at Bill. He wanted to take
back control from Reynard. Colin just smiled and Bill nodded.

Colin went close up to Sergio. "Do we have light enough here?"

The professional model made Sergio smile. "Just use the grand leather sofa
over there, Colin," Sergio whispered. "Forget about lightening. They just
want to see you naked, kid. They are all wetting their knickers. Just go
on, do a strip for them. Don't hold back. I know that you are good at
putting on a display."

The young devil did what Sergio asked him to do. Soon his bathrobe went to
the floor. Soon one hand left his crotch, then the other. Colin put one leg
on the top of the couch. His full erection was seen as a small, but thick
pole. Then he turned his back to the camera, laid his upper body down and
spread his legs. A closer sight of the boy's balls, his dripping cock and
open crack was not possible to get.

Colin used one hand to make love to his own rosebud, but he wanted this to
be erotic, not fully pornographic, so he did not go on. He ended his small
photo session with his signature position. He lay down on his back in the
leather sofa, then he raised his hips and placed his body in a bridge, his
cock and balls very visual at the top of his body. His cockhead was shining
in the prism lightening. He managed to press three bulbs of pre-cum from
his piss-slit and let them drip down his cockshaft before he ended the
show. He found his bathrobe. Bill was there in seconds and helped him to
put in on, even the belt, a bit tighter this time.

"Colin has asked me to show him the tower and the tower chamber. Will you
please follow him, Sergio? I will be with you in a few minutes." Signore
Beroni did not ask now, he ordered.

"Did you see that Mario, the eldest of the football guys, jumped into the
pool just after I finished?" Colin whispered to Bill who blushed.

"Aye, I was told he is Signore Beroni's grandchild, and that he lives here
in the castle. Cute guy!" Bill managed to buy back the situation.

Colin smiled, then turned around and followed Sergio out through the
library's back door. The young waiter smiled and winked, and Colin saw that
he adjusted a huge cock inside his black tight trousers.

A secret spiral staircase took Colin to the upper rooms. The tower room was
a beauty, with a leaded window in every orientation, and paintings on the
walls and in the ceiling. The decorations were a sort of combination of a
gazebo and the parkland down to the lake; paintings of relaxed young men,
and bathing youngsters, and above classic angels, all naked, all very
innocent, but beautiful.

Colin felt Sergio's hands from behind, playing with his body, his nipples
and his naval. Colin was groaning with lust, but Sergio did not play with
Colin's balls, even if the boy felt the Italian man's cock against his
nearly naked buttocks.

"Please fuck me Sergio. I need a real fuck now, by a real man," Colin gave
Sergio his mouth.

"It's not my night, not my night," Sergio whispered in Colin's ears. "You
see the handcuffs by the window over there, son. This is a room for lust
and pain, you see. A room where grownups live out their fantasies," he
nearly snarled. "You let me cuff you for some play, Colin? I am to
blindfold you too if you don't mind."

Sergio very carefully undressed Colin from his bathrobe. The room was
heated through the windows during this warm day and Colin felt the naked
freedom as an act of love. He suddenly had goose bumps all over his hot
body. His cock went hard as wood, and he was afraid he was going to
ejaculate in front of the hot Italian.

From the slight draught coming into the room the two understood that
somebody was coming upstairs. Sergio had cuffed Colin's wrists above his
head and he spread his legs and cuffed his ankles, not hard, not tight,
just a sort of storytelling. The innocent youngster was waiting for his
destiny, a sort of slave/master set up, but inside very loose borders.

Sergio was about to blindfold the kid. "So Signore Beroni doesn't like to
let the youngsters see him when he fucks them, eh? " Colin whispered, the
thought made him even harder.

"Signore is not a fucker, kid. You know Reynard's habits don't you? They
are two of a kind, you see. Two of a kind! They love to watch the beauty,
but also the pain," Sergio said and then left.

It was a long time since Colin had last been so horny. First there had been
the show on the stairs and the short play with the football youngsters,
then the stripping by the pool, before the photo session in the library
took him close to a happy ending, and now he was waiting naked in chains,
knowing that somebody would admire his body, and probably have sex with
him. For the sex athlete Colin this was an hour long edging, so when Sergio
left him, he whined like a dissatisfied kid.

Colin felt that someone had come into the room. He felt the draught, the
change in temperature, but most of all he noted many different smells. He
had always been a bit stressed by people's scents, some he loved and some
he disliked. "Probably all the different men in my early childhood," he had
told Bill one night. "I still can smell an evil man."

The boy in chains tried to figure out who was in the room. Was it one
person or more? From the smells he sensed it was more than one. He could
also hear the movements and breathing. He was as hard as a boy can be, and
he was dripping pre-cum in long threads from his cockhead to the rough
planks in the tower floor.

Colin felt that someone was manipulating his nipples. His tits were
squeezed quite hard. The sudden pain was followed by moaning from the
boy. The nipples were pulled and nearly tortured by nails, a heavy pain
that made Colin's dick grow even harder and another drop of pre-cum left
his piss-slit.

"Grown up hands," Colin thought. "Manicured." He knew these hands, but
thought they belonged to a person who was just watching.

From the other side of his body, Colin felt another person very close. Even
this one seemed to be dressed. The one placed tight clamps on his erected
nipples. Colin screamed. The pain was there, but very hot, very erotic.

"No metal," he thought. "No marks on the doll they will put on stage later
on." Colin grinned. "He smells like the priest at home. Horny, sweating and
a bit old-fashioned."

Something happened between the boy's legs. He felt that someone blew on his
balls and the back of his cock. The hands that started to massage his
crotch were different from the ones that had worked on his nipples. Colin
had to push his hips backwards for comfort. He met naked skin, naked, bare,
hairless skin.

"Fuck, they have brought youngsters here too," Colin thought. The young
hand played with the pre-cum on Colin's cockhead. Colin was close to
cumming just by the excitement.

Then the old hands were back. His balls were squeezed and dragged down. The
pain was heavy, but also exciting, when he got two pinches on each of his
ballsacks. One hand tugged Colin's foreskin beyond his glans, another
placed clamps on the boy's just now most sensitive part.

Colin was in pain, no doubt, but his cock was still as hard as iron, and he
had all the attitude of a boy who knew he was being watched. He loved it.

Oily fingers spread the boy's arse cheeks and found his love
entrance. Colin knew how to open instead of playing virgin, so one finger
went all the way into him without hesitation. "No doubt," Colin
thought. "Sergio is still here." His fingers, an artist's fingers, had been
inside Colin's opening before, and the super horny Italian photographer had
a scent like Kenny's when his room mate was back from training and too lazy
to shower.

Two fingers, three fingers, and then the fourth; Colin moaned, but started
to fuck back on the man's hand. Those present could see that the youngster
was close to climax, his pre-cum was making a wet spot on the floor and his
whole body was making spasms hanging in the chains.

Suddenly the hand was withdrawn and left Colin's arsehole wide open. The
finger-fuck ended with a light, but distinct, spank on each buttock. Colin
whined, but relaxed a little, but the clamps on his cock were about to fall
off.

Colin heard movements in the room, and somebody was playing with his balls
and cock again. This time the clamps were removed one by one. When the
blood came back to the balls and cockhead the pain was intense, but not a
sound was heard from the horny kid. He knew by now that this last show of
the day was like a performance for a small audience.

The warm and oily young hands comforted both his balls, his cock and the
inner part of his upper legs. The kid purred like a cat and moved his hips
like a dog that waited to be mounted.

Colin felt two young hands on his hips and he felt a wet cock at his
arsehole. "A young cock tonight," Colin thought a bit disappointed, but
also curious.

"So the old men want to see only young flesh tonight, dirty devils," Colin
thought. A huge cockhead tried to enter him, much bigger than he had
believed likely. Colin opened up and pushed back, but the youngster
hesitated. He placed his hands on Colin's shoulders. Colin opened up and he
pushed while making his hips rise. The youngster's cockhead was inside
him. The small scream came from the intruder.

"A mushroom cock, just like the horny guy in The Canaries last year," Colin
thought. None of the football players..."  When the cockhead was inside,
there were very little pressure on his sphincter, so the cock must be thin,
but Colin felt that this young cock was very long. He was bottomed, and
bottomed again. The youngster did not hesitate now. He used his thin almost
12 inch (30 cm) cock as a spear. Colin forgot where he was. He forgot that
he had an audience. He forgot that he soon would spunk in front of them. He
forgot that he was probably being filmed, and he did not bother who was
fucking him. He was in a tower in Italy close to heaven.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," was the intelligent expression from the youngster when
he erupted inside Colin. Every blast from the boy was combined with a roar
and a bottom pounding into Colin's arse. Colin felt the youngster fill him,
but when he withdrew he still felt empty and a bit disappointed. It had
been a very one way fuck.

Before Colin came down from his `high', he received another cock into his
arsehole without warning. He was really surprised. Two new young arms
wrapped around him, and a cock like a claw filled him. Colin had seen this
cock earlier. It was one on the football players. He could not remember
which of them that had a cock bending totally upwards, a cock that now was
pressing against his love knot. His prostate was massaged by this cockhead
like a vibrator. Colin had problems standing and his whole body
trembled. He threw his head backwards and howled, "I'm cumming! I'm
cumming! Please go on. Don't stop, don't stop! Please fuck me more, fuck me
more!

White cum in heavy loads hit the leaded glass. Colin shot his load and shot
again. It had been a long time since he had had an orgasm like this.

The boy tugged Colin's hair and pulled it even more backwards. Then he
pulled out his 6 inch (15 cm) cock pointing upward to his own belly, gave
it a few wanks, and sent out his white cum without a sound. Colin felt the
cum dripping down his back. Four hands held him tight, two pair of lips and
two tongues licked and cleaned their own spunk from Colin's body and
arsehole.

It was totally silent in the room after the ejaculations. "I have to piss,"
Colin suddenly said with a voice that broke the silence. No answer. "I have
to piss now," Colin repeated.

Somebody loosened one of his legs from the ankle cuffs and lifted the leg
up and a bit backwards. A man, Colin felt Sergio's hands, went down on his
knees, and put Colin's still stiff cock in his own mouth.

"Come on," he could hardly speak. "Give it to me. All of it."

Like a dog that lifts his leg to piss, Colin emptied his yellow load into
the Italian stallion's mouth. He swallowed every drop.

Colin was surprised when he was locked up again. He felt empty, but still
not satisfied. This was not all what he had hoped for in the tower room. He
shook his upper body and felt the pain from the clamps on his nipples. He
felt it like a hot stream all the way down into his groin, and his cock was
at full mast again.

The blindfold made the boy listen to changes in the room. He imagined that
a new person was there. He felt that the person had stopped quite close to
him, without touching. "Stupid," Colin thought, "This is the smell of hot
Kenny's cheap Boots-perfume. But he's playing rugby this weekend. Has
somebody brought him over? And I don't recognise his sweat scent." Colin
heard very clearly that a person was undressing. Colin was ready and
dripping again.

A strong tongue licked Colin's swollen arsehole, his crack and the area
between his arsehole and his balls. Colin felt that his love opening was
filled with saliva. No hesitation, no sweet strokes, this rimming was like
`rape'. The hard tongue penetrated him. He whined and opened his arsehole
as much as possible.

Colin felt a wet cockhead in his crack, a huge cockhead, a strong
cockhead. It was close to his rosebud, it was close to filling him up. The
boy threw his head backwards. "Yes, yes, please. Yes, take me now. Fill me
up. Show them. Give me your real cock. Fuck me please. Fuck me hard!" Colin
was in ecstasy now.  The huge cock found its way, hard and slowly, no
breaks, no hands used, pushing and pushing, as if the kid stopped to
breath. All the way, all to the bottom, the full-grown balls met clean
skin.

Then the huge cock was outside again, and another slow penetration. For the
third time the same treatment, but then the cock returned like a
spear. Colin screamed, and he screamed once more. For the first time he
felt the hands around his upper body. The clamps on his tits were removed
quite roughly. At the same time the huge cock filled him up again. Colin
howled when the blood returned to his prickly nipples.

The man licked Colin's neck. He bit his earlobes, and he licked the sides
of his face. All while he fucked the boy in long heavy strokes. The two
bodies were in a way one body now, with the man's hairy arms and huge cock
connecting them.

Colin suddenly used all his force to tighten his arse muscles; he made his
crack act like a vice. The man wailed.

"Kill me with your cock, Daddy," Colin suddenly yelled, "Show them who's
the stallion here. Show me no mercy, Daddy. I want to cum now, I want to
cum," he cried.

The heavy action had pushed the blindfold a bit to the side, and in the
mirror-like glass in front of him he could glimpse two dressed men with
their cocks out, being taken care of by two naked youngsters kneeling in
front of them.

Colin's cock was dripping like he had a continuous ejaculation, and he was
not able to held back any more. "I'm cumming, Daddy! I'm cumming!" Two big
hands cupped the little cock and collected every drop of cum from the
youngster. Colin moaned loudly for every blast.

The hand filled with spunk was held in front of the lad's mouth and face,
and was taken care of by the boy himself. The other hand found the grown up
man's waiting tongue. Then he drew out his huge cock from Colin's arse,
turned around, gave his cock some wanks and used his cock like a gun. His
huge man-load hit the backs and the heads of the kneeling boys and the
fronts of two gaping tuxedo dressed elderly men.

Again he turned around and found Colin's mouth with his lips. "Take care,
son," he whispered in Colin's ear; the only words from his Dad during this
extraordinary show. He picked up his clothes and left the tower room.

Colin could hardly stand when Sergio came from the shadows, took off his
cuffs and laid him down on a bench. The room was empty, but smelled of
heavy sex.

"I thought you were the one who was going to fuck me, Sergio. Are you
disappointed?" Colin asked the Italian male.

Sergio answered with a statement, "You have more nights before you return
home, haven't you?" Colin just smiled, before Sergio lifted him and helped
him down the staircase.

The room was empty when Colin was back after a full body wash from Sergio,
wrapped in a wonderful fluffy white towel. But there was a heavy noise from
his daddy's room. Colin entered through the door between the two rooms. Two
naked youngsters were into a sort of pillow fight on the king size
bed. They covered up when Colin entered the room.

"You're having a party here?" Colin grinned. "You have knocked out my dad?"

"He is still in the shower," Mario, the oldest footballer answered. "Please
meet my cousin Alfredo." The boy from the library, the waiter with the need
of cock correction after Colin's strip, gave him a high five.

"So you are cousins? You often do shows in the tower with Signore Beroni?"
Colin grinned again.

"We do from time to time, but it was the Frenchman who asked for it this
time," Mario answered. "Please join us, Colin. Your body is a dream."

Colin pulled off the towel and climbed into the bed between the two Italian
youngsters. "Did you know that my daddy was to fuck me in front of the
twoÉ onlookers?" Colin was a bit uncertain what words to use.

"Nobody knew. Sergio was ordered to finish you," Alfredo said. "But I think
he resigned when you sang the love song for your Daddy. Everybody loved
that. Sergio, the tough man, cried you know. That's how we Italians are."

"I love you Italians." Colin had his hands around the two cocks beside him,
and made the two cocks rock hard in seconds.

"What a picture," Bill said. He was standing in the bathroom door wearing
just a towel. "Still in the mood for more, Bambino?" Bill grinned.

"You have seen these beauties and these cool dicks. I've just felt
them. Perfect for a double fuck, don't you think?" Colin squeezed the dicks
and pushed the two down to his own waiting hard-on.

"Well son. Take care of the goodies. I'll be an onlooker tonight. This
Italian life is too hot for an old man like me." He sat down in an
armchair, opened a bottle of beer, spread his legs, pulled away the towel,
and started to play with his stiffening monster.


To be continued