Midsummer run

Introduction

This story takes place in an alternate timeline. In this timeline, the ancient pagan religions have become mainstream well into our own time. The Christian religion has been limited in its spread to the Middle East. The story takes place in Friesland, which is part of a Federation of countries with a Germanic and/or Norse religion. The Federation is called the Federation of Odin, although Friesland calls itself Wodanist instead of Odinist. 

The Federation and Friesland are a theocracy, led by a caste of priests called the 'Friiö'. It is a conservative society with strict roles for men and women. Only recently have laws been passed giving rights to their gay residents.

Midsimmer is Frisian for Midsummer.

The classification

It's already the end of Grass Month and the Midsimmer festivals in Summer Month are only a few months away. All eighteen-year-old young people in the village will be assigned to their role in the festival after a consultation by Fokko Dijkstra, the Friiö, the spiritual leader of the village. Lars and Ivar are sitting in the waiting room of the Friiö. Both boys are nervously looking at their smartphones. The clasification is of course important in the life of every eighteen year old in the lands of the Federation of Odin. But Lars and Ivar have reason to be even more nervous than the average eighteen-year-old.

A few months ago the two boys were also in the waiting room of the Friiö, although they were sitting on a rather sore bottom. Lars and Ivar had been caught that afternoon by Ivar's father, Knut. When Knut entered his son Ivar's bedroom without knocking, Lars was giving his best friend Ivar a blowjob. That did not go down well in the conservative Frisian village. Knut therefore put both boys over his knee for a thorough beating on their bare asses and then dragged them by the neck to the temple of Wodan, where the Friiö had its office. Knut roughly placed the boys on the waiting bench and stormed into Fokko Dijkstra's office.

Through the office door, the boys heard Knut van Leeuwen complain extensively and loudly about the boys' scandalous behaviour. Every now and then they heard Fokko's calm voice coming through the noise of Ivar's father. However, they could not understand what the Friiö was now saying to Knut. But it was clear that Knut was dissatisfied with Fokko Dijkstra's answers when he left the office angry and frustrated. “Mr. Dijkstra also wants to speak to both of you,” he said curtly to the boys in a snarling tone.

When the boys entered Mr. Dijkstra's office, the contrast between the angry Knut and the serene Fokko could not be greater. The Friiö looked at them with a faint compassionate smile. “Sit down boys, although I imagine you’d rather prefer to remain standing after what that brute of a father of yours, Ivar, did to you.” Lars rubbed his sore buttocks to indicate that he preferred to remain standing.

Fokko said, “Our village, here in remote Friesland, unfortunately does not like boys like you. It's high time this changed. In the Federation of Odin, at the federal level, laws were passed ten years ago guaranteeing a place and rights within our communities for homosexuals. Whether those stubborn Frisians want it or not, they will have to recognise you as the Sons of Balder, because that is what you are. It is the law throughout the Federation, including Friesland, and therefore also in our village.” 

“Sons of Balder?” asked Ivar.

“Gay boys are called the Sons of Balder,” Fokko answered patiently, “Balder is the God of light, male beauty and love. Balder gives his Sons beauty, an artistic temperament and an alternative view of things. You are indispensable to our community. You're both almost eighteen. In the coming Midsimmer festival, if Balder pleases, you can find a partner who will be recognised as such by the Authorities of the Federation.”

“But the Midsimmer festival and the Midsimmer run are mainly girls being chased by the boys, right? What good is that for us, how are we going to find our partner at the Midsimmer festival?” Lars asked.

“The Federation is organising a special Midsimmer run for its Sons of Balder on the Danish island of Mandø. Here all eighteen-year-old Sons of Balder from the Federation of Odin are gathered for a Midsimmer run.”

"Interesting." said Ivar, “But how is that going to work? In a Midsimmer run the boys chase the girls. But now it's boys chasing boys?” 

“Good question, Ivar,” said Fokko with an engaging look, “According to our religion and the laws of the Federation of Odin, everything is dual, male and female. The woman must serve and obey her male partner. For homosexuals, theologians have translated this into Dominant and submissive. When you are classified, it will be determined whether you are a Dominant or submissive Son of Balder. During the classification I will pray to Balder and let His Light shine through me in a trance and I can tell you which group you belong to.” 

Lars is silent, has butterflies in his stomach and swallows for a moment.

“It won't be easy for you in the village until Midsimmer. But know that I will do everything I can to protect you and that you are protected by your protector, Balder. Depart now with Balder's blessing upon His sons.”​

At the next Ding, the weekly meeting in the village, the Friiö gave a fiery sermon about the blessing the Sons of Balder are to the community.

But now boys are waiting for their classification as Dominant or submissive. Both boys wear their coolest leather outfit, hoping that it will move the classification towards 'Dominant'. Ivar is convinced of his Dominance, Lars finds the idea of being dominated by and obeying a Dominant boy very scary. Moreover, when you are classified as a 'Dominant', you automatically become an adult. A submissive boy remains under the parental authority of his father until the age of 23. Unless he finds a Dominant boy before then, then the submissive boy is under the authority of his Dominant. Since both boys do not have the best relationship with their father, they are very concerned about being classified as Dominant.

Ivar looks up from his smartphone and studies his neighbor. Lars is wearing a very nice, cool leather outfit, but it cannot disguise the fact that the beautiful, slender blond boy is really not that tough. “You look hot in that outfit Lars. I look forward to hunting you down and bring you to submission.” Ivar says confidently and with a horny look at Lars.

“Don't get ahead of yourself now.” Lars says with a nervous look in his eyes.

“Pah, the outcome is actually already determined!” Ivar says in a smug tone.

“Lars Veenstra, come in,” comes the voice of Fokko Dijkstra from behind the door.

Once inside, Lars sees the Friiö sitting cross-legged at an altar for Balder. Fokko looks at Lars and points invitingly to a pillow opposite him. "How do you feel?" Fokko asks Lars when he takes a seat opposite him.

“Very nervous, sir. I'm a little afraid of the outcome.”

- “Do you already have an idea what that outcome will be?”

“Yes sir, I'm afraid it will be 'submissive'. I'm a bit afraid of aggressive, dominant boys.”

The Friiö looks at the boy silently, encouraging him to say more.

“And even though I enjoy giving Ivar blow jobs, I don’t know if I want him to be Dominant over me or me having to obey him.” said Lars.

“That is not necessary at all, boy, if you are submissive, Balder will lead you to the Dominant boy who is meant for you.

Fokko takes a deep breath and adopts a meditative posture. “I always make an audio recording of the session as I do not hear what is being said when I channel Lord Balder. But let's get started…”

“Oh Balder, keeper and protector of Dominant and submissive boys, God of Light and Beauty, God of love between boys, behold Your son Lars.”

Fokko takes a drag from a pipe filled with a strong-smelling substance and shouts: “Tell us, O God of Good, Lord of the Beautiful Youths, about the true nature of Your son.”

The Friiö's eyes roll back and the priest begins to breathe heavily. In a baritone, completely different from his own voice, he speaks solemnly: “I am Balder, Lord of Light and Beauty. Lars, as one of my beloved sons, I will lead you to the Beautiful, Strict, but above all Loving young man who is meant for you. You will find happiness in his lap and at his feet as his submissive.”

Fokko Dijkstra's eyes are normal again and his breathing is regular again. The Friiö plays the audio recording. “That's clearly my boy. Let yourself be guided by Lord Balder and find your happiness. Go with Balder's blessing.”

"And?" Ivar asks eagerly, when his friend steps back into the waiting room.

“Submissive” is Lars' resigned answer.

“Ah, you see! I was right. We don't need that whole Midsimmer run, just kneel in front of me right now!” Ivar says with a smug grin.

Before Lars can answer, Fokko's voice sounds from the office: “Ivar van Leeuwen, come in.” Ivar steps into the Friiö office with a confident step.

While Ivar is getting his consultation, Lars searches his phone for articles about Dominance and submission. What he finds deeply worries him. Photos and videos about boys being beaten, pissed on and humiliated. He can never be that, can he? That's not who he is at all.

*SLAM*

Angrily, Ivar slams the door to the office behind him. "Ridiculous!" he shouts.

Lars looks at him questioningly. 

"Submissive! Can you believe it? This is madness, isn't it? This must be a scam! Submissive, what bullshit!”

“Sit down for a moment, if this is a mistake there are probably ways that you can still participate in the festival as a Dominant,” Lars tries to comfort his friend.

Ivar looks worried, “My father is already angry with me, things have been terrible at home lately, he completely ignores me and mother is also cold towards me. Now that I have been classified as submissive, I no longer dare to show myself at home. My father is already grumbling about having to pay a dowry to my sister's future husband. But now that I have been classified as a submissive, my father will also have to pay a dowry to my Dominant partner, if I ever get one. By Donar, my father will be pissed off beyond belief! ” 

“You are always welcome at our home Ivar, my parents have accepted you and me as Sons of Balder.”

* * * *

Per Veenstra, master of the house and father of Lars, leads the prayer of thanksgiving “We thank Freyr for this abundant meal. Let it be so.” Per raises his head and says “Welcome too Ivar. And of course you too Haukon. Enjoy your meal!”

Haukon Schonewille works as a carpenter for Per Veenstra's company. The eighteen-year-old farmer's son is a welcome guest at the Veenstra family and sometimes joins supper.

“Was it impossible to stay it at home, Ivar?” Aukje, Lars' mother, asks Lars’ best friend..

“It’s terrible, Mrs. Veenstra, my father became more and more aggressive and now it has become impossible to get home,” Ivar answers.

"Poor sheep!" says Aukje Veenstra.

“Terrible guy, that Knut van Leeuwen,” says father, “I need to have a word with him. I know Lars is sometimes insufferable, but he just has to keep his hands off my son's ass.”

Lars gets a bright red head. He prefers not to be reminded of this episode. The news had spread like wildfire through the village of how Knut van Leeuwen had given his son Ivar, but also his lover Lars, a severe beating on their bare butts before dragging them to the Friiö.

“Per, don't be so rude to your son. Don't embarrass him!” Aukje notes and then immediately focuses on Ivar, “Say Ivar, how did your classification go today? How are you classified?”

“Dominant” Ivar said, with a poker face, hiding the lie.

Lars subtly frowns. Haukon then looked at Lars in silent questioning. Which Lars then waves away with a gesture of “nothing to worry about”.

“Oh how nice, Lars has been classified as submissive, you are such a cute couple,” Aukje coos.

“Mommy!” Lars exclaims in annoyance.

“That doesn't necessarily mean anything, Haukon here is also classified as Dominant and at least he knows how to keep his preference for boys discreet, unlike that 'cute couple' over there,” says Per, giving the sturdy farm boy a jovial punch on the shoulder.

“It’s not the fault of the boys, boss.” Haukon defends Lars and Ivar.

Per shrugs, “maybe you're right, Haukon”, but he still looks reproachfully at his son.

Per addresses the entire family “By the way, I have to tell you all something important. As you know, Haukon is a valued colleague at our carpentry company. Things aren't going so well at his house and we have plenty of room here. Aukje and I have made an offer to Haukon to move in with us after Midsimmer.”

“My father cares much more about my older brothers and the space on the farm is limited. I don't think my dad cares much about having a son of Balder. Per is much more understanding.” says Haukon. 

No one notices that Lars hisses angrily between his teeth: “Only understanding if you are a Dominant son of Balder, you mean.”

After dinner, Haukon and Lars do the dishes together. “What was that just now with Ivar's classification at dinner?”

"What do you mean?" Lars asks.

“I saw that frown of yours when Ivar said he was classified as Dominant,” says Haukon, looking intently at Lars.

“Oh that was nothing, maybe a speck in my eye?” Lars says as his cheeks turn red.

Haukon laughs, “Lars, Lars, what a bad liar you are! Cool! Imagine: Ivar submissive. That must be a submissive boy with spirit.” There is a twinkle in the tough boy's eyes. “I would find it hot to have Ivar as a submissive, a challenge to tame him.” Meanwhile, Lars looks completely unhappy. “Ah, you're jealous?” says Haukon in an amused tone, “you want Ivar as your Dominant!”.

Lars tries to avoid the subject and asks, “Would you like to have me as your submissive?”

"No." Haukon says firmly. “You are a beautiful, sensitive boy, a delicate flower that needs to be cherished. I'm a firm approach guy. That wouldn't be your thing at all. Ivar, on the other hand, that horny bastard can take a spanking” Haukon looks lustfully into an imaginary distance for a moment “and he certainly deserves a very hard spanking on that hot little ass of his for his lying.”

“Holy Hodur,” Lars thinks, “how do I tell this to Ivar?”

After the dishes are done and the boys return to the living room, Ivar sits and talks animatedly with Aukje. Lars casually walks past Ivar and whispers in his ear, “Can I speak to you in private?” He walks upstairs to go to his bedroom.

“Excuse me,” Ivar says to Aukje and follows Lars to his bedroom.

“What's going on Lars?” Ivar asks agitatedly.

- “Haukon has figured you out. He knows you are not classified as Dominant.”

Ivar's eyes spit fire. He abruptly grabs Lars by the collar of his T-shirt and pulls the boy towards him so that their faces are close to each other. “What did you say to Haukon? Why did you betray me?”

“I didn't say anything to Haukon. I didn't betray you. This is Haukon's own conclusion.” Lars says in a confident tone, more confident than he feels. Ivar lets go of Lars. Lars straightens his back and continues: “This is a very stupid lie of you. This comes out, without a doubt. If only because we submissives are picked up a few days earlier than the Dominants to travel to Mandø.”

Ivar's attitude turns 180 degrees. He throws himself on the bed, sobbing. “This cannot and should not come out!”

“It will come out,” says Lars in a calm tone.

“But I just got a new home, I won't be welcome anymore if it turns out I'm classified as submissive.” Ivar says, his voice shaking with emotion.

Lars looks at Ivar sternly. “I personally think you should be honest. Confess to Aukje, Per and Haukon that you have been classified as submissive.”

"No!" Ivar shouts angrily, “this is all your fault!”

Lars shrugs, “figure it out for yourself,” and he leaves the bedroom.

“Don't you dare betray me further!” Ivar shouts after Lars bitterly.

“Oh, your little secret is safe with me,” Lars calls back, a little louder than would have been practical.

When Lars comes downstairs, Haukon is just leaving the washroom. Loud enough that Ivar has to hear it upstairs too, he asks Lars: “Gosh, what little secret?”

 Later, Ivar comes back down stairs, but his mood is foul.

“Would you like something to drink?” Lars asks him.

"No!" is Ivar's angry response. He pouts.

Haukon looks sternly at Ivar with intense dominant eyes. Ivar feels small. “Ivar! Lars and I just did the dishes and now you've already been making a mess here. Please take those plates to the kitchen.”

Ivar tries with all his might to resist Haukon's dominance but must come to the conclusion that he is defenseless against Haukon's will. “Yes Haukon” he says and takes the plates to the kitchen.

Haukon follows Ivar into the kitchen. He stands behind the boy. When Ivar bends down to grab a dishwashing brush, Haukon gives him a good slap on the butt.

*SMACK* it echoes on the tight leather pants Ivar is wearing. 

"What? Why?" Ivar shouts in alarm as he stands up and feels the affected buttock with his left hand.

 Haukon is still right behind the boy. With his right arm he clasps Ivar's neck, and with his left hand he kneads the boy's ass. “I know what your little secret is. I heard everything about the conversation you had upstairs with Lars. I know you're lying. You are not classified as Dominant at all, you are submissive.”

“Please Haukon,” Ivar begs, “please don't say anything to Per and Aukje.”

*SMACK* 

Haukon gives Ivar's ass another firm slap. To his great shock, Ivar cannot suppress a horny moan.

“You would do better by following Lars's good advice and confessing your lies to Per and Aukje” Haukon lustfully kneads Ivar's ass again “in any case, you must be punished for your lies. Come to the barn tonight at 1 o'clock, when everyone is asleep. Then I will give you a good spanking on your bare ass.”

 After Haukon lets go of Ivar, Ivar asks “Why should I?”

“What will Per and Aukje think of you when they hear that you have lied and are actually submissive?” Haukon asks, after which he walks out of the kitchen without waiting for the answer.

 Fear and panic run through Ivar's body. For the time being, he doesn't dare leave the kitchen. But that's because his hard cock is ostentatiously showing in his tight leather pants.

* * * *

Ivar quietly sneaks out at night to meet Haukon in the barn at the agreed time. He is a bit afraid; the adrenaline is rushing through his body, his heart is beating in his throat. He is being blackmailed by Haukon. So he doesn't find it strange that the prospect of a spanking on his bare butt, handed out by the sturdy farmer's son, worries him. What he finds strange is that the same prospect has been giving him a hard cock in his trousers all evening long.

There is already a light on in the shed. Haukon is sitting with his legs apart on a hay bale, waiting for Ivar. He's wearing a rustic red flannel shirt. Of course, it looks super cool on him. He's wearing impossibly tight, light-bleached 501 jeans. One of those with buttons as a fly. The fly is almost bursting at the seams because of the imposing bulge underneath. The buttons could be launched at any moment, it seems, there is so much tension on them. He wears brown leather boots on his feet. In his right hand he has a riding crop with which he taps rhythmically in his left hand.

Ivar lets out a moan of both fear and horniness. “Hi Haukon…” he says timidly.

 “Good, you're right on time,” Haukon greets Ivar in a calm, controlled tone. At the same time, the tapping of the riding crop in his hand becomes louder. He points with the riding crop to the spot between his legs. “Kneel,” he says in an equally calm tone.

Ivar kneels in front of Haukon at the place he indicated. Haukon now taps Ivar's bottom with the riding crop, who instinctively raises his butt and lowers his head. The boy's lips almost touch Haukon's boots. Ivar decides he might as well kiss the boots, while Haukon warms up his ass with the riding crop.

“See, my slut,” says Haukon, “you can obey me if you want to…”

There is something of a protest down under, although it could also be an expression of horniness. It's not entirely clear.

Haukon delivers the taps harder and harder at an increasingly higher frequency. The horny moans are getting louder and louder.

“Get up and take down your trousers.”

Ivar stands up and pulls his leather pants over his ass. His hard cock jumps out of his pants. Haukon grabs the freed cock with his left hand and begins to slowly jerk the boy off. Ivar groans loudly and throws his head back. 

“Look me in the eyes”

Ivar obeys and looks to Haukon's face, which bears a horny grin.

When Haukon feels his hand getting wet with Ivar's precum, he pulls the boy towards him by his cock. Ivar grunts for a moment in shock and pain. Haukon is apparently also shocked by it because he tenderly caresses Ivar on the back.

“Just get over my knee.”

*PAT* *PAT* *CHAP*

Ivar's buttocks turn from white to pink. Ivar lets out suppressed moans.

*PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* 

Ivar's buttocks turn from pink to red. He has trouble suppressing his moans.

Haukon stops the spanking for a moment. “You don't have to hold back. No one can hear you here” 

.*PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS*

*PAT* *PAT* *CHAP*

 “Ouch aaaah! Damn Haukon that hurts!”

Haukon stops the spanking for a moment. “What was that again my slut? Just remind me. Oh yes, I remember! That's the purpose of this exercise!” 

*SMACK* *SMACK*

“Haukon! Asshole!”

*PAT* *PAT* *CHAP*

Haukon feels wetness on his leg and he briefly feels Ivar's cock. It is still rock hard and a lot of precum is leaking from the pulsating cock. “Your dick has a completely different opinion about that.” Haukon helps Ivar off his lap and places him back in front of him. He removes his own hard cock from his 501. “Suck my cock”.

Ivar sucks Haukon off with passion and it doesn't take long before he is rewarded with a big load of cum in his mouth. That's the straw that makes Ivar's camel break his back. Loudly, the boy cums as well.

Haukon lifts Ivar up, sits him down on his firm left thigh and gives him a deep French kiss. He turns his head back a little and looks at the dazed boy, smiling. “I think you really enjoy being submissive! There's nothing wrong with submissive boys! I personally love them. What's your problem? You don't have to lie about that, do you?"

“I'm so afraid that I will be rejected again and that I will also be kicked out here at the Veenstra's house.” says Ivar.

“If you continue to lie, the chance of this happening will only increase,” Haukon speaks sternly to the boy.

Ivar looks at Haukon with big sad puppy eyes.

“No, my slut, you found my weak spot, but this time I won't fall for it.”

“You wanted to move in with the Veentras,” Ivar asks.

“Yes, I have no future on my parents' farm, and there is plenty of work with the Veenstras.”

“Can you imagine that I’d become your submissive boy?” Ivar gives a lascivious wink to Haukon, “What will happen if I get kicked out of the Veenstra's house?”

“OK, OK brat, you've found another weak spot! I surrender. I will help you until the Midsimmer festival.”

Ivar hugs Haukon and gives him a few big kisses. “Thank you Haukon!”.

“Yes, yes, it’s fine. But only on the condition that we repeat these sessions regularly.”

“Will you do that for me Haukon?” Ivar asks with enthusiasm.

“You're really a bit too eager to receive a spanking to be a convincing dominant.”

“I think this whole law sucks, that you can only be submissive or Dominant and nothing in between.” Ivar complains.

“Be happy that we are now recognized as Sons of Balder. A few decades ago, they would persecute us. You are probably classified as a submissive because you are more submissive than dominant. But we'll have to keep up appearances for a while. You will have to be dominant towards Lars.”

- “I find that really hot, being dominant to Lars.”

“You have to be very careful with Lars, he is a very sensitive boy. And with you there is little ‘careful’ about you. Dominate Lars, but subtly.” Haukon sighs for a moment, “Mighty Wodan, that’s going to be really a challenge for you.”

“I will do my best.”

“And I am ready to help you, but first I will have to discuss this with Lars.”

* * * *

“I gave Ivar a blowjob once and it ended badly,” Lars says to Haukon, “why would I even participate in your conspiracy?”

“Come on Lars, Ivar has been your best friend for years. He is a bit insecure now. Please help me now. After the Midsimmer festival everything will fall into place”

“He can also just tell the truth,” Lars responds to Haukon.

“Ivar is having a hard time at the moment; he has been rejected by his own family. Being classified as a submissive was just a bit too much.”

“And what's wrong with submissives?” Lars asks fiercely.

“Nothing, nothing at all!” Haukon sighs out loud, “well, of course there is a stigma attached to it.”

Lars' eyes shoot fire.

“Well, I can't do anything about that, right?” Haukon sighs desperately.

“My own father sees you as more of a son than he sees in me, his very own son. Just because you're such a 'tough Dominant' and I'm just a submissive softie.” Lars says angrily.

“Eh! Don't blame me for your daddy issues. My own father doesn't like me either, as you know. I'm not throwing my daddy issues on your plate, am I?" Haukon defends himself.

“Sorry Haukon, you're right,” Lars apologises.

“It would be different, if it were to me. I wouldn't want to live in a world without submissive boys. For me, that would be a world without sex.”

A twinkle appears in Haukon's eye: “Join the conspiracy for the sex. Ivar can give you a lot of sex.”

“Ivar is way too crude for my taste in terms of sex,” says Lars with a disapproving look.

“You have given him a blowjob,” counters Haukon.

“Yes, and that ended well,” Lars' voice drips with sarcasm.

“I promise to keep Ivar in check,” says Haukon with a solemn face.

“And you are known for your subtlety?”

“I will be surprised if we ever find a Dominant, gentle enough to please your delicate soul.” Haukon says irritated.

“Look! That's what I mean!” Lars says aggrieved. “I'm not that much of a wimp... oh what the heck, by Donar, who cares? I could use some sex. Let Ivar 'dominate' me.”

Haukon grabs Lars' head with both hands and gives him a big kiss. “So you’ll do it? You are amazing Lars! You will have no regrets. I will help Ivar be a good Dominant for you.”

“But why do you want this so badly?” Lars asks a little suspiciously.

“Because I want to fuck Ivar, and that won't go as well if he gets kicked out of the house.” Haukon says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Subtle,” says Lars.

​

Will be continued...