Midsummer run

The Conspiracy

Life at the Veenstra's goes on quietly. Haukon and Ivar regularly have their secret nighttime sessions in the shed, during which Ivar is spanked by Haukon, Haukon gets a blowjob and Ivar gets fucked. During the day, Ivar convincingly pretends to be a Dominant. In any case, Per and Aukje don't seem to notice anything. During their nightly sessions, Haukon gives Ivar instructions on how to best dominate Lars. 

Lars notices this in small things, no longer that pushy, aggressive dominance that Ivar first tried on Lars, but for example Ivar who briefly puts his hand on Lars' ass as he passes, as a refined claim from the dominant Ivar on Lars’ ass.

“You've been staring at your phone for over an hour now, come on, you need some sunlight. Come outside with me”

Lars looks up from his phone in annoyance. But when he sees Ivar standing right next to him, looking cool with his arms folded, a mischievous grin, barely concealed by the quasi-stern look his friend is trying to put on for him, he gets a warm feeling inside.

“Yes, Ivar,” Lars says as he gets up and puts his phone away. His submissive role in this situation makes his blood rush to his cock.

Ivar gives Lars an encouraging pat on the butt, puts an arm around his shoulder and leads his friend outside.

Yes, this is the kind of Domination that makes Lars warm inside. He doesn't know exactly what Haukon is doing with Ivar, but since Haukon got involved, Ivar has managed to strike the right chord and has become an ideal Dominant for Lars.

“I want to thank you for the last few days,” says Lars when he lies in bed with Ivar in the evening. Lars the little spoon, Ivar the big one. “I went along with your ploy for sex,” says Lars, “and you fulfilled your promise and gave me great sex. And during the day, your new style of dominance makes me very horny. Did you learn that from Haukon? You would hardly suspect that you are actually classified as a submissive.”

Ivar coughs uncomfortably. “I have something to confess to you. You are also in the conspiracy, so you need to know this” Ivar gives Lars a kiss on his neck. "I am in love with you. And yes, Haukon tells me how best to dominate you. But there is something else going on. When you warned me that Haukon knew I was lying about my classification, you were right. That same evening Haukon blackmailed me”

“Blackmailed? Haukon?” Lars says in an indignant tone.

“Yes, I had to meet him in the shed at night, otherwise he would tell Per and Aukje everything.”

- "Not!"

"It is! I went to the shed and Haukon spanked me on my bare ass and I had to suck his cock.”

- “What a bastard!”

"Not at all. I loved it. At night I still meet Haukon a few times a week in the shed for a spanking on my bare ass. It's one of the hottest things I've ever experienced.”

 Lars turns and looks at Ivar. “So the Friiö was right after all, you are submissive?”

“Also submissive. I'm still in love with you, and now that I've found the right way, I love dominating you. But I fell madly in love with Haukon as well.” Ivar looks angry and frustrated, “I want you both! I don't want to choose between you two at all. I want to dominate you and I want to be dominated by Haukon.”

Lars caresses Ivar's face and smiles, "You have always been contrary." Lars gives a kiss on Ivar's forehead. “I heard that as a submissive during the Midsimmer run you can also acquire the status of 'free man', not dominant, but not submissive either,” he says softly, “maybe that way you can keep all options open?”

Lars is silent for a moment and then asks “Is that really hot? I mean spanking? Would you like to spank me sometime? 

“That's not something you'd like at all, honey!” says Ivar.

Lars pouts “You all think I'm a wimp.”

“But the sweetest wimp I know,” says Ivar, laughing.

* * * *

The school year will continue as usual until the start of the preparations for the Midsimmer festivals, in the second week of Summer Month. Haukon, Lars and Ivar are in the highest class at school, together with the other eighteen-year-olds in the village.

 “Today we will discuss the Second World War” de Friiö also had the task of teaching history at the village's high school. “What was the reason for the Second World War again…” Fokko Dijkstra looked around the class, “Olaf?”

“The declaration of the third Crusade of the Christians against Athens, Friiö?”

"Excellent! And what powers did the Barbarian Coalition consist of… Er… Wende?”

“The Christian Constantinian Empire together with The Caliphate of Baghdad?”

“Don't forget the support of the Pharisees of Jerusalem, Wende. And which nations are part of the Holy Alliance… Er… Haukon?”

“The Federation of Odin, The Order of Toutatis, The Roman Empire, The Apollo Confederation and The Covenant of Perun?"

“Correct. How did the Second World War end… Er… Bernd?

“With the Treaty of Rome, which forced the restoration of the Greek temples in Constantinople and freedom of religion." 

"Fine. As you understand, the Monotheistic Barbarians have long been a threat to our freedom. In 2083, that is 1683 according to the Barbarian Calendar, the Christian armies even stood at the gates of Vienna! But thanks to the intervention of our Slavic brothers, later The Covenant of Perun, the Christian Constantinian Empire was defeated.”

Fokko looked at the class seriously. “Monotheism ultimately leads to bloodshed, because for them there may only be one truth. Any other interpretation must then be fought with blood and iron. Modern Paganism, on the other hand, recognizes that the Almighty Divine Force has many forms. Poseidon is just as valuable to the Athenians as Forseti is to us Frisians.”

Ivar raises his finger: “Friiö, if the Almighty Divine Force has so many forms, why does our Wodanism insist so much on the dual nature of all relationships. Dual is just two, that's not that many forms.”

“You mean the relationship between husband and wife or Dominant and submissive in the case of the Sons of Balder?”

“Yes,” Ivar says testily.

There is a chuckle at the back of the class: “Sons of Balder, he says, he probably means faggots!”. There's louder giggling.

This is a sensitive subject for Fokko, the old priest has lost a son who committed suicide when his homosexuality came to light. That was back when homosexuality was persecuted in the Federation of Odin. Since then, Fokko has been one of the most ardent advocates for equal rights for the Sons of Balder.

Fokko then walks back furiously and jabs his index finger against the nose of a boy with a pimpled face and dirty, greasy hair. “Lasse! The fact that you are not exactly blessed by Balder, Lord of Beauty, is no reason to be grudgeful towards His sons.”

*TRIING*

“Class is over. Remember the test on Friday!” Fokko shouts to the class. 

Ivar still doesn't have an answer to his question. 

* * * * 

The days pass quickly, it is already the 15th day of Summer Month. The Midsimmer run is held on the 21st of Summer Month, the longest day of the year. Because the submissive boys need more preparation, they are expected in Leeuwarden tomorrow. From there, under the guidance of experienced Dominants, they will travel further to Mandø. Only on the 19th will the Dominant young participants leave for Mandø.

“What should I tell, in Wodan's name? How do I explain that I have to leave tomorrow morning?” Ivar asks Haukon in despair.

“Don't worry, I have an excuse for Per and Aukje to explain that you had to leave early.” 

“Yes, it's easy for you to talk as a Dominant.”

“Are you still unhappy with being classified as submissive, Ivar?”

Ivar looks disgruntled.

“Pack up now, or I'll spank your ass.” Haukon jokes. 

"Not nice!" says Ivar, angrily throwing his things into a travel bag.

 “Just hurry up, Lars is already ready. We have to go to bed early because I want to leave early tomorrow morning before anyone is awake. Then my excuse will work better.”

“Yes Haukon.”

Early in the morning, the three boys sneak out of the house and get into the car. Lars and Ivar are both wearing their full leather outfit. It's all a bit exciting and new for them and in this outfit they feel a little more confident. Earlier that morning, Haukon had decided to wear the same thing as the submissive boys in solidarity.

Once they arrive in Leeuwarden, the boys still have plenty of time and Haukon treats them to a hearty breakfast in a restaurant close to the meeting point for the journey to Mandø. When they have almost finished breakfast, they see the first submissive boys passing by. Lots of feminine boys, up to femboys. Also many ordinary, but handsome boys. Lars and Ivar are the only ones in leather.

Haukon looks at his watch. “We should go." After he has paid, they walk together towards the colourful group of boys who had already gathered on the square. Opposite this chaotically cheerful crowd of eighteen-year-old boys, there is a row of sturdy men, neatly lined up. They watch the group sternly yet benevolently. In the middle of the row stands a tall man, towering above the rest. He looks intimidating, dressed in a full leather uniform. He seems to be in charge and giving orders to the other men.

 When he sees Haukon, Lars and Ivar walking towards him, a warm smile appears on his face. He approaches the boys with his hand jovially outstretched: “Ah, that does my man's heart good. Three more leather boys! Welcome guys! I am Ulf, Ulf Bengtsson.”

The boys introduce themselves to Ulf one by one.

 “Are you all traveling to Mandø today?”

“Only Lars and Ivar,” says Haukon, “I only brought them here.”

 Ulf studies Haukon's outfit with question marks in his eyes. “You're wearing a sexy outfit, you look about 18 years old, shouldn't you go to the Midsimmer festival too?”

 “I'll come after you on the 19th,” says Haukon with a smile.

 “Ah, the Dominant team,” says Ulf, “feel free to stay until we leave. I must apologise, I now have to give this ragtag group their instructions.”

 Ulf stands on a platform and claps his hands loudly. "GENTLEMEN! GENTLEMEN! Can I have your attention?” It will take a while before the noise dies down. Apparently the target group is not used to being addressed as “gentlemen”. Ulf clears his throat loudly again and then it is really quiet. “I am Ulf Bengtsson, together with my colleagues here,” Ulf points to the row of men behind him, “I will guide you on the journey to Mandø and prepare you there for the Midsimmer run. As we stand here, we are just a small group of Dominants. That's just for the trip, when we arrive at Mandø each of you will be assigned a personal supervisor. Your supervisors have been selected based on the information we have about you from your Friiö. We will assist you with advice and assistance during the journey.”

 Ulf takes a moment to study his audience. “Then you are of course curious about what awaits you at Mandø. I will give you some revelations in advance. After we arrive at Mandø and you have been able to meet your personal supervisor and have had the opportunity to acclimatize, your submissive dicks will all be locked up, you will all be fitted with a chastity cage.”

 Indignant grumbling and protest rises from the group of boys.

 A sardonic smile appears on Ulf's face as he takes in the boys' reaction. “And that chastity cage will stay there until the end of the Midsimmer festival.”

The protest now sounds overwhelming.

Ulf smiles broadly and tells the crowd to calm down by waving his hands down. “BUT… I SAY BUT, GENTLEMEN. There are ways to get rid of your chastity device during the Midsimmer run.”

The protest died down.

“If you complete the Midsimmer run within the allotted time, the chastity device will be removed and you can fully participate in the subsequent festivities.”

Some commotion again. Ulf waits patiently until things calm down again.

“You naturally wonder what this Midsimmer run entails. I won't reveal everything yet, but I can explain the basic principle to you. There are two 'safehouses' on the island. The first safehouse is where you will spend the first few days. The second safehouse is on the other side of the island. The distance between the two safehouses is just under five kilometers. You have two hours to reach the second safehouse. If you succeed within the time, you will be released from your chastity cage. That is it. Oh yes, there may be some obstacles, but I will come back to that later.”

There are some hopeful sounds.

“Once you are freed from the chastity cage, you may participate in all festivities as a Dominant, if you wish. I know from experience that not all of you are happy with your classification as submissive. However, if you are NOT able to complete the run within the allotted time, you may still participate in the festivities, but as a submissive WITH a chastity device on.”

“What kind of festivities do you mean?” a boy's voice shouts from the crowd.

“What do you think, smartass?” says Ulf scornfully “What will these festivities be? What would happen if you put a group of excited Dominant 18 year old boys together with a group of submissive 18 year old boys that haven't cum in days?”

 There is mock laughter in the group.

“There is also an option for the lazy ones among you.” Ulf continues, "If you think, I want to be submissive anyway and I don't care about the chastity cage..." Ulf grins for a moment, "and yes, I know that among you submissives there are boys who are turned on by wearing a chastity cage... AND you don't feel like walking those 5 kilometers, then we are of course willing to transport you by luxury taxi to the second safehouse. Of course you understand that you will then participate in the festivities as a submissive WITH a chastity cage on. But I would highly recommend that you do the run, it is much more adventurous.” 

Some commotion again.

“To summarize the festivities: You want to participate as a Dominant: complete the run within the allotted time. You want to participate as a submissive, without a chastity cage: complete the run within the allotted time. You want to participate as a submissive WITH a chastity device and a touch of adventure: do the run, doesn’t matter how. You want to participate as a submissive WITH a chastity cage and you are a lazy bastard: let yourself be driven”

Ulf claps his hands briefly “That's it for now. We take a rented Flixbus to Groningen, from there we take the VikingExpress, the brand new high-speed line to Esbjerg. Have a safe trip and have fun guys!”

Ulf steps down from the dais and is handed an iPad by one of his fellow Dominants. He studies the iPad and then looks at where Haukon, Lars and Ivar are standing. He gives the iPad back and walks to the boys.

“That's intense,” Haukon says to Ulf, “I'm glad I'm classified as Dominant.”

“Oh no, believe me: this is fun for everyone,” says Ulf.

Lars and Ivar look at Ulf as if they are not yet completely convinced of the 'fun'.

* * * * 

“I just received news that I have been selected as your personal supervisor, Ivar. I suggest you travel with me in first class. And because I appreciate the company of leather boys, I would also like to take care of you during the trip, Lars.”

Lars is clearly intimidated and Ivar looks confused. But Haukon says “I'm glad you're keeping an eye on the boys for me, Ulf, take good care of them, they're my friends.”

“That will be fine Haukon, nice to have met you, I look forward to meeting you during the Midsimmer run,” says Ulf and he watches as Haukon walks back to his car. “Gorgeous guy, Haukon, don't you think so, Ivar?”

Ivar's face turns bright red. “Mmmfffppt” is all he can say.

“There is still some work to be done on your basic politeness,” says Ulf as he puts an arm around Ivar's shoulder, “we'll start with that soon. We have a little more time, I have private transport to Groningen. There is a café around the corner, where I also have my own guest room at my disposal.”

Arriving in the guest room, Ulf takes a seat on a chair. “Sit down, Lars,” he says in a friendly tone. Ivar prepares to sit down too.

“Did I give you permission to sit down?” Ulf asks Ivar in a stern tone.

Ivar is confused “Um, no?”

“It's 'No Sir', for you, if you address me Ivar”

“No Sir”

“Good boy!”, Ulf looks at Lars with a friendly look, “what do you want to drink Lars?”

“Chocolate milk would be nice, Sir”

“You don't have to say Sir to me Lars, that's a rule for Ivar. He still has to learn the basic courtesies.”

Lars looks at Ivar in surprise, who also has a questioning look in his eyes.

“A chocolate milk, a non-alcoholic beer and a glass of water for yourself... What are you standing there for Ivar?… chop, chop! Go get that order for us!”

When Ivar has left the room, Lars looks at Ulf in shock. Ulf does his best to reassure Lars. “Don't worry Lars, your personal supervisor will be very different and he will also treat you very differently than I treat Ivar.” Ulf places his hands comfortingly on top of Lars' hands. “You see boy, we will use the days before the Midsimmer run, among other things, to teach you more about Dominance and submission. Each of you needs different lessons. For example, you must learn that Dominance does not have to be scary or aggressive. That Dominance can also be very nurturing and loving. That's a lesson I can't give you. Your personal supervisor does.”

Lars seems to relax a little. Ulf stands up and grabs a riding crop, as a precaution he says “No, this is not for you Lars. But where was I, oh yes. Ivar has to learn other things. He hasn't really accepted his submissive side yet. These days I am going to help Ivar get into a submissive mindset.”

Lars looks at Ulf with concern. “But what does Ivar think of that?”

Ulf gives Lars a warm smile. “You will see that Ivar will get horny as hell from the way I treat him.”

When Ulf sits down again, Ivar comes in with the drinks, which he serves neatly. “Drink your glass of water.” Ivar does as he is told. “Kneel at my feet.” Ivar kneels before Ulf.

*TSSJK* *TSSJK* *TSSJK*

Three good taps of the riding crop land on Ivar's ass. The boy moans softly.

*TSSJK* 

"What do you say then?"

- “Thank you Sir!”

“Take off my boots and massage my feet.”

After Ivar has massaged Ulf's feet for a while, Ulf pushes Ivar away with his foot. “That's enough. Just kneel there… No, not like that! On your knees, back straight.”

Lars looks at the scene in shock. Ulf then looks at Lars with a broad smile. “Look, Lars! Look here!” Ulf points with the riding crop at the enormous bulge that stands out sharply in the crotch of Ivar's tight leather pants. You can clearly make out Ivar's balls, thick shaft and even thicker cockhead on top.

“Horny as hell. Exactly as I told you.” Ulf says triumphantly.

Ivar smiles and gives Lars a mischievous wink.

Ulf gently rubs the riding crop over the crotch of Ivar's leather pants, under his balls and over his cock. Ivar moans out loud.

Lars looks mesmerised at Ivar's crotch and unconsciously moistens his lips with his tongue. Something that does not escape Ulf's attention.

“Sir, my cock is about to burst, please Sir, I can't keep this up.” Ivar pleads.

“You both did well. And you both deserve a reward. Ivar sit in that chair. Sit on your hands. Legs wide." Ulf walks up to Ivar and pulls down the zipper of the boy's fly with a brusque movement. “Gosh, I suddenly have to piss, I'm going to the loo.”

When Ulf walks out of the room he says “Lars, you know what to do. Swallow everything nicely ‘till the last drop, right boy? And you Ivar keep sitting on your hands, not getting anywhere”

Lars rushes to sit on his knees between his friend's legs. “Oh my Freyr, this is so hot,” Ivar moans. Lars slowly and carefully removes Ivar's family jewels from their packaging and takes the time to admire the beautifully veined hard cock. The glans is throbbing and precum is gushing out. Lars sniffs the delicious musky boy scents of Ivar's cock.

“Oh Ivar, what a nice cock you have!”

“Don't fuck around, idiot, just blow me! Suck me off. He will be back soon”

“No,” Lars says thoughtfully, “I think I'm going to take the time to enjoy this. Who knows how long it will take before I can suck that wonderful cock of yours another time?”

Ivar groans unhappily. “You're a sadistic bastard, did you know that?”

At that moment Ulf comes back in. “Well, well, I'm proud of you little one! You learn quickly and you have already learned that Dominance can be quite sophisticated.” Ulf sits down in another corner of the room, looks at a magazine and says, without looking at the boys, “Enjoy it little one. Please take your time.”

Ivar moans loudly when Lars starts licking his balls.

* * * *

The ride from Leeuwarden to the VikingExpress terminal in Groningen goes smoothly with Ulf's fast car. Ulf has placed Lars and Ivar in the backseat. “That is in accordance with your status.” he says to the boys as an explanation.

On the way, Ulf sees Ivar's grumpy face in his rear-view mirror. “What is it boy? Why do you look so sour? Didn't Lars give you a nice blowjob?"

“Will it continue like this for the entire festival? Will I be bullied until the end?” Ivar asks in an agitated tone.

Ulf ignored Ivar's omission of 'Sir'. “We are here to help you get the most out of the Midsimmer Festival. In your case I want to put you in a submissive mindset. Do you have an idea of what could help you feel submissive?”

“I don't necessarily have to feel submissive,” Ivar says defiantly. He remains silent and looks angrily ahead.

Ulf looks at Ivar through the rear-view mirror and smiles. “Then I must have seen it all wrong. I thought you got terribly horny after I dominated you?”

“Okay, sometimes being dominated makes me horny.” Ivar admits.

"Sometimes?" Lars asks in a scornful tone.

Ivar ignores Lars “At first I thought it was quite hot, but the nasty games that were played with me afterwards only made me angry.”

“Ah, you don't appreciate sophistication?” asks Ulf.

“He’s not very subtle, just like Haukon,” Lars says sharply.

Ivar responds primarily and fierce “There is nothing wrong with Haukon! Why are you so picky about that boy? Is it because your father cares more about him than about you?”

Lars' lips start to tremble and his eyes become moist.

Ulf wants to intervene, but Ivar already gives Lars a hug and tells him “Hey, you're my buddy, my best friend. I did not mean it like that."

Ulf waits until all emotions have cooled down somewhat.

“Um, Haukon, isn't that the boy who brought you two to Leeuwarden? The Dominant boy who will also come to Mandø in a few days?”

“Yes, that's Haukon,” the boys say.

 “Gorgeous guy!” says Ulf.

“Yes, Ivar thinks so too,” Lars says teasingly.

“So Ivar? Tell?" asks Ulf.

Ivar turns red and looks angrily at Lars.

Lars goes one step further: “Oh, there isn't much to say: Haukon regularly spanks Ivar on his bare ass and now Ivar is in love with Haukon.”

Ivar shuts down completely. Ulf, who has been ultra-kind to Lars until now, says “Lars Veenstra, NOW it's enough!” in a stern and intimidating tone.

“I think I deserve this,” Ivar says softly, “Lars' father is a very painful subject for him. I shouldn't have said it"

“Maybe that is true,” Ulf says to Ivar, “but if what Lars said about you and Haukon is true, then you have something very beautiful with Haukon. We can certainly work with that in the coming days. Lars should not belittle what you have with Haukon.”

Lars looks sad but says “Yes Ulf”

"Good! Don't worry," says Ulf, "we're going to have a nice trip, I don't want any more hassle."

“Yes Ulf” the boys say in unison.

* * * *

After saying goodbye to the boys, Haukon walks back to his car. He can still feel Ulf's eyes piercing into his back. He acted confident in the presence of his boys, because that's how it feels to Haukon, Ivar and Lars are 'his' boys. In reality, he is concerned about 'his boys'. Like the submissive boys, he listened to Ulf's word of welcome. He knows that Ivar will not accept a penis cage without a fight, the boy is far too proud, persistent and too fervent for that. Lars will accept a penis cage, but this initiation rite seems much too kinky and too rough for the delicate boy, Haukon thinks.

On the way back home, Haukon presses the accelerator far too hard. He is restless, because the fate of Ivar and Lars during the preparations for the Midsimmer run is not the only thing that worries him. The sooner he gets back to the village, the better. He wants to speak to the Friiö as soon as possible. While he races along the Frisian roads, he makes a hands-free call to Fokko Dijkstra's office.

“Hello Mr. Dijkstra, I would like to speak to you personally, would that suit you?”

- “Yes, I do have time. Come over right away.”

“I'm still on my way from Leeuwarden, I just dropped off Ivar and Lars for their trip to Mandø”

- “That's thoughtful of you Haukon, can you also tell me what you want to talk to me about?”

“I promised the boys something that I don't think I can deliver.”

- “Oh, what then?”

“I'd rather tell you that in private”

- “That's fine Haukon, I'll wait for you.”

The normally controlled Haukon enters the Friiö office hastily and nervously.

“Sit quietly for a moment, Haukon. Here's a glass of water, relax for a moment.” Fokko hands the boy a glass of water and then takes a seat opposite Haukon. “Tell me, from the beginning, what bothers you so much”

“Well,” says Haukon, “to begin with, I have my serious doubts whether the initiation rite for the submissive boys, as I heard it in Leeuwarden, will go down well with Ivar. He is much too proud and too fervent to be submissive.”

“You probably already suspect that Ivar has submissive desires,” answers the Friiö, “Yes, he is proud, fiery and stubborn. That clashes with the submissive side of his nature. The preparations for Mandø are intended, among other things, to help him come to terms with his desires.”

Haukon looks at the Friiö incredulously, but continues his story “Then we also have Lars. That boy is much too sensitive to handle such an intense initiation rite without it causing trauma to him.”

A faint smile appears on Fokko's face and his eyes are filled with compassion. “I assure you, Haukon, that Lars is in the best hands he could ever wish for. The poor boy still has unresolved trauma. On Mandø we are starting to heal him.”

“I don't think that Ulf is the best person to help Lars with this.” says Haukon skeptically.

“Indeed, Ulf is certainly not. Lars will be assigned a special personal supervisor who can really help him.” Fokko leans back in his chair, “Are you reassured now, or is there still something bothering you? You said on the phone that you promised something that you can't deliver.”

“Ivar moved in with the Veenstras a while ago, after being rejected by his father.” says Haukon.

“Yes, it is scandalous!” says Fokko angrily, “and only because the boy is a son of Balder. I am happy that he has been given shelter with the Veenstras.”

“Ivar was expelled from home after he was caught with Lars Veenstra. Lars is clearly submissive.” says Haukon, “Ivar and Lars still have something together. Ivar can only sell this to Per and Aukje if he is classified as Dominant.”

“Let me guess,” says Fokko, “Ivar lied to Per and Aukje about his classification.”

Haukon sighs “Indeed. And now Ivar is afraid that if his lie comes to light after the Midsimmer Festival, he will also be rejected by the Veenstras.”

“And what do YOU have to do with all this?” Fokko asks sternly.

Haukon gets a blush on his cheeks and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.

“Get on with it, boy! If you don't tell me what's really going on, I can't help you.”

“Maybe you know that after the Midsimmer Festival I will also be moving in with the Veenstra's?”

"Yes? And?" Fokko asks impatiently.

“I uh.. Erm.. I…”

Fokko looks intently at Haukon.

“OK, I'll tell you then,” says Haukon agitated, “I'm fucking Ivar and I don't want him to be kicked out of the house.”

“So now you're participating in perpetuating the lie?” concludes Fokko.

“Yes, that's true,” says Haukon ashamedly, “but Ivar is not a bad boy Friiö, he only lied because he doesn't want to be separated from Lars. He cannot or does not want to choose between Lars or me.”

“In the end, Ivar will have to make a choice.” says Fokko measuredly.

Haukon now looks at the priest defiantly. “You took that choice away from Ivar by classifying him as submissive.”

A faint smile is Fokko's response to this accusation.

Haukon is now becoming fierce “And although it works out in my favour that he has been classified as submissive, I completely agree with Ivar that he is rebelling against this. The fact that he has the balls to stand up to this rigid rule is one of the reasons I love that stubborn kid.”

The Friiö's eyes light up with joy: "It's so beautiful to see how much passion you have for Ivar."

“What good does that?” Haukon asks angrily.

Fokko clears his throat and speaks in an authoritarian tone. “First of all, it is not the case that 'we' classify Balder's sons. Lord Balder does that himself. Lord Balder is the one who knows the passions of all His sons. Secondly, you must realise that this law makes it possible for the sons of Balder to find and live together with their partner in freedom, just as husband and wife do. The dogma of dual nature in Wodanism requires all sons of Balder to conform to either a Dominant or a submissive role.”

Haukon wants to say something, but Fokko is resolute and says “I haven't finished yet. Third, things are not that bad as they look. The Dominant boy in a relationship can grant his submissive partner far-reaching freedoms. It’s even possible to let his partner dominate another submissive boy 

“By Balder, is that possible?” Haukon asks.

“Yes, this is a dogma introduced by the Wodanist Freedom Theologians of the University of Groningen, a dogma that is accepted by the entire Federation of Odin.”

Haukon lets this sink in.

“So that means there is a role for idealistic Dominant young men like you. The rules are not as rigid as you think. You can ensure that your partner does not have to limit himself to be submissive. I would even add that I believe that you as a Dominant have the responsibility to grant your future partner all the freedom he needs.”

Fokko paused for a moment, “But enough about theology, there was something else. You said over the phone that you promised something that you couldn't deliver?”

“Yes,” says Haukon, “I told the boys that I will come up with a good excuse to Per and Auke to explain that Ivar has left for Mandø early. I honestly can't think of a single credible excuse. And we also have the problem that when we come back from Mandø, Ivar might have a submissive role. Then all hell breaks loose in the Veenstra house.”

“Yes, those are real concerns.” says Fokko and frowns, “But I may have a solution.” The old priest thinks for a moment, "Well, with this solution hell will certainly break loose, but..." Fokko briefly feels his chin, "but it is time for the truth to come to light after all these years."

Fokko seems to have made a decision: “Yes, that's how I will approach it. Don't worry Haukon. Prepare yourself for the Midsimmer run. It is important that you claim your boy this Midsimmer run. I'll deal with Per and Aukje, don't worry.”

“Are you sure, Friiö?” Haukon asks hopefully.

“Of course boy. Go, and claim that cocky, fiery kid with balls as your submissive partner!”

“Thank you Mr. Dijkstra”