Midsummer run

Mandø

Ulf parks his car in the parking garage for long-term parkers close to the Groningen VikingExpress terminal.

The two boys and their supervisor enter the station of the modern high-speed line, surrounded by a mix of ancient Germanic symbolism and ultra-modern technology. Echoes of ancestral chants mingle with the hum of electronic devices.

Large windows extend from floor to ceiling, allowing daylight to flood into the room. A holographic representation of the gods Wodan, Donar and Freyja stands in the center of the hall, while information boards with travel times and destinations float around it. The VikingExpress logo is depicted life-size on the wall at the back of the station hall: a modern, stylized image of the mythical horse Sleipnir and a lightning bolt.

A little further on is the colourful group of other submissive candidates, who had just arrived by Flixbus. One of the Dominant supervisors rushes to Ulf with a number of questions. Ulf, who sees that Ivar and Lars were bawling their eyes, says “We still have some time. Have a look around here. Be back with the group in twenty minutes. “

Ivar and Lars go exploring. As the boys walk across the floor, they notice that the symbols and runes were not just decorative elements, but served as part of an advanced energy network that powers the station. Beneath their feet, runes glow with soft lighting, both a tribute to ancient protection spells and a functional part of modern infrastructure.

There is so much to see that the boys lose track of time. “We have to go back soon,” says Ivar, “we are already too late.” “I still have to pee,” says Lars. “There are the toilets further down,” Ivar points to a corner in the station hall. A tough boy stands in front of the entrance to the toilets, blocking the entrance. The sturdy blond boy, with broad shoulders and a confident attitude, stands like a gatekeeper in front of the toilet door in the station. His tight jeans and muscular arms give him an impressive appearance. Lars becomes a bit unsure, but Ivar takes him by the arm and takes him right past the boy into the toilet room. Ivar can't resist staring at the blonde hunk a little longer than usual.

"Hey poofter, am I wearing something from you?" the tough blond hunk asks in a threatening tone.

Ivar, with a confident smile, looks the boy straight in the eyes and replies, “No, but if you want, I can give you some style advice. You'll need it.”

The blonde hunk is certainly not charmed by this offer and roughly pushes Ivar into the toilet room. Lars is terrified and starts running towards the other Mandøgoers.

The blonde hunk pushes Ivar against the wall and grabs him firmly by the collar. “Shall I restyle that pretty fagot face of yours?” He doesn't wait for the answer and knees Ivar in the groin. Ivar collapses in pain. The blonde hunk drags Ivar into a bathroom stall and forces him to kneel. He takes down the zipper of his fly and takes out his semi-hard cock. “Suck my dick fagot!” 

At that moment, Ulf storms into the toilet cubicle and grabs the attacker. “So, is this an attempted sexual assault and rape?” “No, sir, it’s not what it looks like,” the blond boy says, a lot less sure of himself than a moment ago.

“Ivar, go outside and close the cubicle door.” orders Ulf. When Ivar stands outside the booth he can hear everything that happens inside. 

Ulf's stern voice sounds slightly muffled: “Oh? Am I seeing it wrong? I really thought I saw an attempted sexual assault or rape. Maybe we should go to the police and ask them what's going on?” 

“Please sir, don't do that, let me go,” comes the pleading voice of the blond boy. 

“I don't think I can just let this go. But I don't have time for the police either. Pull down your pants for a spanking on your bare ass.”

“No, you pervert!” the blond boy now shouts angrily.

 “We can still visit the police…” 

It's quiet for a moment, except for the jingle of loosening belts. Then there are the loud sounds of a leather belt repeatedly coming down hard on the boy's bare buttocks, mixed with the boy's screams that later turn into resigned sobs.”

When Ulf leaves the toilet stall, Ivar can just glimpse how much Ulf has battered the buttocks of the tearful, sobbing blond boy. Ivar swallows when he sees how the boys’ ass has turned red, blue and even purple.

“Ivar, come with me!” Ulf says curtly.

“Yes Sir,” Ivar says meekly.

* * * *

Ivar took a seat next to Ulf in the modern high-speed train, the train was a display of contemporary technology and ancient Germanic symbols. As they settled into the comfortable seats, they noticed the subtle, yet impressive, representation of the Germanic gods on the interior walls of the train. Holographic images of Wodan, Donar and Freyja appeared to wave goodbye to the passengers as they began their journey.

The large windows, stylized with Germanic motifs, offered a panoramic view of modern Groningen. The station itself was an architectural marvel, a mixture of glass, steel and traditional Germanic ornaments. Outside the windows, the modern buildings of the city glittered, illuminated by the glow of both electric lights and the mystical light of Germanic runes inscribed on the facades.

"Sir? Can I ask you something?" Ivar asked cautiously.

“Oh, it's Sir again now?” Ulf asked with a smile.

Ivar stammered, “You’ve made quite an impression on me at the station, Sir. 

“It's okay, Ivar, you can call me whatever you want: Ulf, Sir, Bastard or maybe even Master.” With the latter, Ulf gives a wink to Ivar. “That's useful for me. Then I know how you feel about me at that moment. So just call me how you feel.”

“Yes Sir”

“But you wanted to ask me something?”

“Yes Sir, thank you for helping me in the station toilets, but don't you think you were too harsh on that boy?”

“You wanted to give that boy a blow job?” Ulf asks amusedly.

“Actually,” says Ivar with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, “he was rough and I didn't really appreciate that knee in the groin. But he was really a hottie. I would have liked to suck his dick.”

“Yes, that all sounds nice and hot, Ivar, but this definitely would not have ended well for you. I know guys like this. Via Wodansapp groups they inform each other where and when submissive boys come to the station. Like now. They then wait for submissive boys who they can easily overpower. Just like what just happened to you.”

"But why?" Ivar asks.

“They like boys, but refuse to acknowledge it. So they try to get their pleasure from submissive boys in this way. They are dangerous. Often, once they have cum, they beat up the submissive boy. After they have ejaculated, they become painfully aware of their own feelings.”

“But you were VERY hard on him, Sir”

“Don’t you worry, that guy is just lying in his bed tonight, jerking off, thinking about the beating he got from me this morning.”

There is silence for a moment, then Ulf says “I'm sorry son that I'm not there for you all the time. As a coordinator, my attention is often focused on other things. You deserve better than that. At Mandø I will ask Bastiaan if, in addition to supervising Lars, he can help me with your supervision.”

“Bastiaan?” Ivar asks.

“Yes, that is the supervisor for Lars. Bastiaan is already at Mandø.”

* * * *

Lars comes running down the aisle past Ivar and Ulf's seats. “Still gotta fucking piss. And urgently too!”. Ivar looks at Ulf “I have to pee too” and follows after Lars. When he arrives at the toilet on the train, it is already occupied by Lars. Ivar waits patiently at the door. When Lars is finished and about to leave the toilet, he sees Ivar standing there. Lars pulls his friend inside and locks the door again.

“I really have to take a piss too,” Ivar says as he takes his cock out of his pants. Lars has no choice but to watch in fascination as a powerful stream of piss exiting from Ivar's beautiful cock into the toilet bowl. Lars moistens his lips. Ivar's cock becomes semi-rigid due to the attention Lars pays to his private parts. Still, Ivar puts his lumpy cock back in his pants.

Ivar gives Lars a kiss “We don't have time for that right now. Later you can play with my cock as much as you want. First we have to make plans about the Midsimmer run. I want to complete it. Then I can choose to become Dominant and then I won't lose you.”

“What about Haukon?” ask Lars “I think you are still in love with Haukon.”

“Ah, that's why you were so bitchy in the car to Groningen! You are jealous of Haukon. That's why you told Ulf about Haukon and me.” Ivar says with a laugh.

“I'm afraid of losing you,” says Lars, “I'm afraid you will choose Haukon”

“If I win, I can choose whatever I want.” Ivar says firmly, “and then I’ll choose you and Haukon!”

“I don't know if it works that way, Ivar,” Lars says somewhat uncertainly, “what about me? What if I suddenly get paired with a random Dominant? What if I don't find anyone? Then I will be under my father's authority until I am 23. I dont like the idea."

“You're going to win too, I'm going to help you win so you can choose too.”

* * * *

The VikingExpress high-speed train arrives in Esbjerg just two and a half hours after leaving Groningen. The supervisors efficiently guide the group of submissive boys to a parking lot where ten four-wheel drive all-terrain vehicles are waiting for them. “We need the four-wheel drive for the last stretch to Mandø,” Ulf explains without being asked. Ivar and Lars get into one of the all-terrain vehicles with Ulf. Ulf heads for Ribe, on the Danish mainland, opposite Mandø.

The car winds through the streets of Esbjerg and leaves the city towards the southwest, along the coastline. The landscape is determined by vast meadows where majestic modern windmills generate Danish energy. They then arrive at the Mandødæmningen, the dike that forms the road to Mandø. The dike can only be driven on at low tide. It is crucial to consult the tide table carefully before setting out.

Ulf parks the car in a large parking lot just in front of the dike. He consults a tide app on his phone “Good timing. It is half an hour before low tide. The dike will then dry up and we can then drive to Mandø. But now we can take a break. And this is a good time to confiscate all your phones.”

“Oh no!” Ivar and Lars protest.

“Ah yes!” says Ulf, “That is the rule for all participants in the Midsimmer festivities. No mobile phones on the island of Mandø. This rule applies not only to you, but also to all participating Dominant boys.”

A little hesitantly, the boys give their mobile phone to Ulf.

“When we leave the island you will get them back. This also helps you to experience the festivities really and intensely.” Says Ulf.

The boys get out and enjoy the fantastic view of the Danish Wadden Sea. When the moment comes and the water has receded, they get back in the car and drive across the Mandødæmningen to the island. The dirt road meanders through the mudflats, surrounded by mudflats and the tranquility of nature. It is a slow and careful drive, as the dirt road is not paved.

“Welcome to Mandø, guys,” says Ulf, when the tires of the car touch the mainland of the island, “a beautiful and isolated Wadden Island. Very suitable for a Midsimmer run.”

* * * *

“GENTS, GENTLEMEN!. Can I have your attention again?" Ulf addresses the group of boys who have just arrived at the group accommodation, a converted farmhouse with typical Danish architecture. When he has the boys' attention, he says "You have all been given a number. That is also the number of your room here. You'll go straight to your room and undress completely. Then wait in your room for your supervisor. He will then come and wash you and shave your cock, balls and ass. Then the chastity cage goes around your dick.”

Again there is some protest from the group.

“Shut your mouth and do as you're told!” says Ulf in a stern tone “The Mandø Midsimmer Festival has started and that means that from now on you submissive boys will obey your Dominant, and for now that is your supervisor, and strictly follow his instructions. Is that clear?"

A few boys shout a half-hearted “Yes sir”.

“I asked IS THAT CLEAR?” Ulf asks the group in a booming voice.

“Yes Sir” the group shouts in unison.

Ivar has been assigned number 8. When he finds his room, he follows the instructions carefully and quickly sits naked on his bed waiting for what is to come. He doesn't like the idea of a penis cage at all. His penis, intended to be caged, has completely shrunk.

The door opens and Ulf enters. He walks to Ivar and takes the boy to the bathroom that’s en suite the room. There Ivar is thoroughly washed by Ulf. Ivar enjoys the warm water and the firm touches by the tough and strict man. A leatherman who is about ten years older than Ivar and now, temporarily, his Dominant.

Ivar doesn't care that his cock has gone erect. If his dick is hard, it doesn't fit in a chastity cage. Ulf now kneels in front of Ivar to shave the boy's cock and balls. Precum is now slowly flowing from Ivar's dickhead.

“You have a beautiful cock boy,” Ulf notes, “almost a shame to put it in a cage”

“Then don't do it,” says Ivar, “neither me nor my cock have any need for it.”

“It helps you to be submissive and horny” Ulf feels Ivar's balls. Ivar groans. “There, they are nice and smooth. Now your ass. Turn around and bend over.” When Ivar's ass is also smooth and Ulf has dried the boy with a large, soft bath towel, Ulf takes the boy back to bed. “Time for your cock cage.”

Ivar triumphantly points to the thick pole that stands upright between his legs. “Just try to cage this,” he says to Ulf with a challenging look.

“No problem,” says Ulf as he puts Ivar over his knee for a spanking. A spanking that, it seems, only has the opposite effect than the intended one. Ivar only gets hornier. But Ulf is patient. He spanks the boy and alternately massages the buttocks of the boy, who is writhing with horniness. When Ivar seems to be getting close to an orgasm, Ulf sticks a finger in the boy's shaved boypussy and Ivar comes while moaning loudly.

"Now that that's out of your system, I can really get to work.” says Ulf, and quickly delivers a few hard slaps on Ivar's buttocks. Now that he has cum, Ivar doesn't find the spanking so hot anymore. His cock shrinks quickly. Ulf helps the boy off his lap and looks at the result of his labor: Ivar's penis, which has become small again. With a practiced movement, Ulf locks the boy's cock in a chastity cage.

Ivar looks down at the metal in his crotch in confusion.

Ulf looks at the lap of his leather pants where the thick white blobs of Ivar's boy juice are still lying. “Kneel down and lick it clean!”

Ivar follows the instructions given to him.

* * * *

Lars walks to room 7. He also undresses and waits patiently on his bed. When the door opens. Bastiaan comes in. The man who will be Lars' supervisor in the coming days, his Dominant. Bastiaan is dressed in full leather. Not as intimidating as Ulf, but strangely enough a bit more formal. He wears a black leather shirt with short sleeves with sexy muscular arms sticking out. It is completed by a black leather tie and waistcoat. Well-fitting black leather pants show a sexy bulge in the crotch. Sexy that's the word. 

Lars gets a half erection when he sees this sexy man. He doesn't care that he is naked himself, because above that sexy body is a very beautiful boyish head. Bastiaan has dark blond hair, neatly coiffed, sensual lips, and a day's worth of stubble. But most importantly. Beautiful soft, emerald green eyes that look warmly and lovingly into Lars's eyes. Bastiaan's aura is a unique mixture of cool masculine self-confidence and warm compassion. 

Bastiaan sits down next to Lars. Lars can feel the warmth of Bastiaan's body, he can smell the man, he smells wonderful: his eau de toilette, the leather and his body odor. Every now and then Bastiaan's body touches Lars's. That causes a wonderful shock through Lars' body every time. Lars' erection is now complete. Bastiaan introduces himself to Lars and ignores the boy's erection.

Bastiaan tells Lars that he is 27 years old, studies for Friiö, and has a specialisation in healing traumas.

“Traumas?” Lars asks, “but I don't have one, do I?”

Bastiaan looks at Lars questioningly, “Are you sure? Friiö Dijkstra said that your father treated you cruelly.”

“My father hardly ever hits me!”

“He may rarely hit you, but he has treated you with contempt all your life, and he would rather have nothing to do with you.”

Lars nods cautiously in agreement.

“Something like that leaves deep wounds. It will take some time for them to heal. I will begin the healing you need so that you’re able to love another man and, above all, love yourself.”

“But you cannot escape the rules either. I'm going to wash and shave you in the nether regions and put a chastity device on you. I will make it as pleasant as possible for you.”

Lars enjoys the warm water and the soft tender touches of Bastiaan as he washes and shaves him. Then the time has come for Lars to get the chastity cage fitted on.

“But first you need to get some tension out of your body,” says Bastiaan and takes Lars on his lap and embraces the boy in his strong arms. Lars' naked body now comes into contact everywhere with the cool, sexy leather that Bastiaan is wearing, his cock is now also leaking precum.

Bastiaan hugs the boy and whispers sweet nothings in his ear. How beautiful he is, how intelligent he is, how sensitive he is and how loved he is.

Lars' body tingles on all sides. It seems as if Bastiaan's aura feeds him with warm, masculine loving energy. An energy that Lars has been craving all his life.

His cock can hardly hold anymore, and he mindlessly grabs his cock. “Shhh darling, let me do it for you,” Bastiaan says as he carefully removes Lars' hand and slowly jerks the boy off. Bastiaan brings him to the brink of a climax three times. Only the fourth time does Bastiaan allow an orgasm. The boy cries out. It seems as if every cell in his body participates in the orgasm. Seven big jets of his boy cum shoot forcefully out of his throbbing cock.”

After Lars collapses, he is overcome with emotion and bursts into tears.

“Cry it all out, my darling, throw out all the rotten junk,” says Bastiaan while he cradles Lars in his arms.

When Lars has recovered, he offers his dick to Bastiaan so that he can put the chastity device on him.

“I expected to be dominated?” Lars asks Bastiaan in surprise.

“But honey, I just dominated you.” Bastiaan says with a smile.

* * * *

Ivar really has to get used to the chastity cage. He has trouble falling asleep. He is also not completely rested when Ulf wakes him up early in the morning. Fortunately, Ulf is kind enough to him and is patient when Ivar is still a bit slow to get started.

“Hey sleepyhead!” Ulf calls out somewhat teasingly, “I have already picked out your clothes and laid them out for you. Get up and take a shower. There is a communal breakfast at seven o'clock.”

Ivar continues to rub the sleep from his eyes and scratches his balls, and is confronted with the chastity cage, which makes him remember where he is. “By Nótt, why so terribly early?”

“I know getting up can be difficult, especially after the first night with your cock in a chastity cage,” says Ulf, “but we have little time and a lot to do. And a good morning routine is good for you anyway. “

“Yes, Ulf,” Ivar says, standing up, still sleepy.

 “Good boy!” Ulf says laughing.

When Ivar arrives in the dining room, most of the boys are already sitting at the table. Lars is already there. He is talking to a handsome blond boy, with big innocent eyes, who is sitting next to him. When Ivar sits down next to him, Lars introduces the boys to each other: “Hi, Ivar, this is Jorn, Jorn, this is Ivar!”.

“Wow,” says Jorn, “you all look so cool, in leather and stuff.”

“Lars is actually very sweet and gentle, dispite all the leather,” says Ivar, “but you have probably already noticed that. 

"Yes that is true. But if I'm honest, I find it all a bit scary. I don't know what to think about that Dominant/submissive thing either.” says Jorn.

“Then you are not alone!” Ivar says passionately.

“I just want a sweet boyfriend, a boy especially for me. A stalward guy? Yes please! But 'Dominant'? I do not know." Jorn says a little doubtfully.

“I think that among the Dominant boys, there could also be your prince charming,” says Lars, “Dominant/submissive is a very broad concept. There are probably also 'Dominant' boys who are very sweet to their boyfriend and spoil their 'submissive' boy very much."

“Oh,” Jorn looks dreamily into the distance, “that's sweet of you to say that Lars, I hope you're right. I don't like all that business with spanking and pain. I don't understand what people like about that."

“Ask Ivar,” says Lars in a teasing tone, “he likes to get a spanking on his bare ass.”

“For real?!" Jorn exclaims in surprise.

 Ivar's cheeks turn red. “Is that necessary, Lars?” he says embarrassed.

Before Lars can answer, Ulf's voice sounds loudly through the dining room. "GENTLEMEN! We will soon gather in the living room, where I will explain more about the Midsimmer run.”

After clearing the breakfast table, the boys go to the living room. Ulf is already in the living room when the boys trickle in, and is standing in front of a table full of butt plugs. A smile appears on Ulf's face when some of the boys look shocked when they see the butt plugs.

Ulf waits until all the boys have sat down. He points to the butt plugs on display. “These look scarier than they are, guys, don't worry. For those who haven't experienced it yet, you'll probably even enjoy wearing one.”

 A number of boys, including Jorn, look at Ulf in disbelief.

 Ulf continues: “I already told you about the Midsimmer run earlier. If you complete the run within two hours, your penis cage will be removed and you can choose a Dominant role, if you wish. I have also hinted at 'obstacles' along the way. The obstacles will consist of Dominant boys chasing your submissive asses. The Dominant boys will be dressed as Demons, wearing masks and sheets, so you won't recognise them.”

 Ulf takes one of the butt plugs from the table.

“This isn't just a butt plug that you get up your ass. The thing is equipped with the necessary electronics. It can give you a small electric shock and it has a vibrator in it.”

Ulf now picks up a device from the table that looks like a plastic gun. “These features are activated by this device.” Ulf points the 'gun' at the butt plug, pulls a trigger and the butt plug starts to vibrate and LED lights on the back light up. “All Dominant boys get a gun like that. To activate the butt plug, they must 'shoot' at your butt. We can clearly see when a shot has been fired because you are only wearing a jockstrap. If he hits the target, the Dominant boy may give you a time penalty of ten minutes. ”

“A time penalty, Sir?” one of the boys asks.

“Yes, a time penalty,” says Ulf, “which means that the Dominant boy can hold you up for ten minutes. So you cannot use that time to reach the safehouse within the set time. During those ten minutes, the Dominant boy may grope you, spank you or let you give him a blow job.”

“Are we obliged to undergo that, Sir?” Jorn asks with a worried face.

“Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen, Jorn,” says Ulf. “If you don't want something, you can shout ‘donut’. The Dominant boys have been instructed to stop immediately. By the way, they have to keep you standing for the full ten minutes.”

Ulf coughs briefly. “And then the fun part: a Dominant boy who has been able to hold you up can claim your ass. He does this by putting a stamp on your butt with his number. Later you can be paired with the Dominant boys who have left their mark on your ass. But more about that later.”

“That all sounds a bit too intense for me,” says Jorn.

“You don't have to participate in the Midsimmer run,” says Ulf, “you can also try to stay out of the hands of the Dominant boys. I would like to suggest that a few claims on your ass could be interesting. Who knows, you might end up with a date with a very nice Dominant boy.”

“But that butt plug?” another boy asks, somewhat anxiously.

“The butt plug is mandatory if you want to participate in the Midsimmer run. It's still a few days until Midsimmer. In the meantime, your supervisor will help you get used to a butt plug. Really, it's not a big deal.”

* * * *

Because Ulf is busy coordinating the Midsimmer festivities, he leaves parts of Ivar's supervision to Bastiaan, the Dominant who also supervises Lars. He tells Ivar to go to his room and wait for Bastiaan there.

Ivar has of course seen Bastiaan with Lars before and he feels reassured, knowing that Lars has received such a gentle Dominant as his supervisor. He is also a bit jealous of Lars. Ulf may be a good supervisor who can deliver a hot spanking, but he cannot match the mysterious, handsome and, above all, sexy Bastiaan.

Ivar is sitting on his bed waiting when Bastiaan walks into his room. When seeing the Dominant, Ivar notices that his cock cage is getting too tight because his cock wants to get hard with all his might. Ivar makes a painful face.

Bastiaan closes the door behind him, walks to Ivar and stands close to the boy with his arms crossed. Bastian's crotch is now at Ivar's eye level. The large bulge in Bastiaan's leather pants just a few centimeters from the boy's face. Ivar's Adam's apple moves visibly as he swallows. He lets out a small groan of discomfort as his cock loses the fight against the cock cage.

“Do I look so repulsive, Ivar, that you make such a face?” Bastiaan's voice sounds stricter than when Ivar hears him talking to Lars.

“On the contrary, Sir!”, says Ivar, a little anxiously, “You are currently making my chastity cage painfully tight.”

“Ah, so you're turned on by Dominant men?”

 “It's hard NOT to get horny when you stand right in front of my face with your hard cock in tight leather pants, Sir.”

Bastiaan smiles broadly. “So you're vulgarly hot for hard cocks?”

“Not just any cock, Sir, but in the case of your cock, I'm definitely horny for it now.”

“What a horny slut you are. I appreciate you being so honest. As a reward you can now lick my leather pants.”

Ivar immediately starts licking the leather over Bastiaan's cock and balls.

“Hey! Don't be so greedy boy, start with my right leg there,” says Bastiaan while pointing to his right thigh.

Ivar now licks Bastiaan's right thigh, which is covered with tight leather, and moans with abandon.

“By the way, I heard that you're also into getting spanked!” Bastiaan says, looking down with a grin at the boy who is licking his thigh.

Ivar looks up, startled. “What did Lars tell you?”

“Lars didn't tell me anything about that. But I also get to hear some things from Ulf.” Bastiaan moves away from Ivar's tongue and sits next to him on the bed. “Take your pants down and get over my knee!”

Ivar looks bewildered for a moment, “Yes, Sir”. A little later he lies with his bare ass over Bastiaan's lap, who starts massaging the boy's buttocks. Bastiaan slowly starts spanking the beautiful round buttocks that are draped over his lap.

“For Balder's sake, what a hot ass you have, Ivar,” Bastiaan observes.

Ivar's only response is a moan of pleasure. He feels wonderfully safe and warm, but at the same time so vulnerable over the sexy Dominant's lap. His ass warms up hot under Bastiaan's skilled hands. The spanking that Bastiaan hands out becomes more intense. But just when it gets too intense, the taps he receives become softer. Ivar instinctively raises his ass, as if asking for more. The Dominant Bastiaan knows what he is doing. Bastiaan knows exactly how far he can go. Ivar surrenders to the wonderfully sensual spanking, he falls into a timeless daze. Even though his cock is caged, it tingles in his crotch and in his head as if he is experiencing an orgasm.

Bastiaan stops the spanking when he notices that it is becoming very moist on his lap, and abundant precum is flowing from Ivar's penis cage. Bastiaan gently massages the boy's neck to help him come out of his daze.

“Come sit next to me.” says Bastiaan.

“Yes Sir” Ivar sits down next to Bastiaan again. “Thank you for the nice spanking, Sir.”

“I think you really liked it” Bastiaan points to the wet spot on his lap.

“Excuse me, Sir, I will lick it clean immediately.” Ivar is already bending towards Bastiaan's lap.

Bastiaan stops him. “You can do that later, Ivar, once you have answered some of my questions openly and honestly.”

 “Yes Sir, what do you want to ask?”

"Are you still not comfortable with being classified as a submissive? It turns out that you have no problem being submissive to me. I think you even enjoy it.”

“Yes Sir, it is wonderful to be submissive to You. But I'm not just submissive. I also enjoy dominating Lars. And I don't want to lose Lars.” Ivar is silent for a moment. “And to tell you the truth, I lied to the Veenstras that I was classified as Dominant because I wanted to stay with Lars. That's why I want to complete the Midsimmer run and come back as Dominant.”

Bastiaan puts an arm around the shoulder of the boy next to him. “Son, aren't you just making things difficult for yourself? Did you know that if you are submissive, your Dominant can give you permission to dominate another boy?”

"Is that possible?" Ivar asks in surprise.

“Yes, as a submissive you can get everything you want, Ivar. Do you still insist on taking the Dominant role?”

“Yes Sir. I don't know, if I really get a Dominant boy as my Dominant, then I have to obey him. I do not feel like it."

“You obey me right now.”

- “Yes, but I enjoy doing that.”

“It's always two-way traffic. A good Dominant has his submissive's best interests at heart. You help decide what happens.”

- “I also find it difficult to be publicly known as submissive. I'm a little ashamed of that.”

Bastiaan gives Ivar a hug “Ashamed? For what? You are the kind of boy that gives many Dominant boys wet dreams. Just imagine: you falling madly in love with a Dominant boy, a very beautiful, stalward and sweet Dominant boy. Imagine that that boy becomes your partner. Then you're not ashamed of that, are you?"

“Not for my partner of course, but that I am submissive.”

Bastiaan gives Ivar a kiss on the cheek “I think you're taking it much too serious. Being the submissive guy in a relationship doesn't mean you're a doormat. You are certainly no less if you are submissive. I think you are fantastic as a submissive boy.”

Ivar looks a bit unsure.

“Thank you for your honest answers. You can now lick my pants clean.”

Ivar gets on his knees in front of Bastiaan and licks his own precum from the leather pants. Ivar slowly goes up, towards Bastiaan's crotch, where a large cock is visible in his pants.

“Sir?” Ivar asks, “Can I give you a blow job? It looks like you really need it.”

“No Ivar, you can't do that. We Dominant supervisors also abstain until the Midsimmer run, just like you. But we’re doing it without the aid of a penis cage.” Bastiaan makes a painful face for a moment, “although horny bastards like you make it very difficult for us. It's taking all my willpower right now.”

Ivar looks disappointed, but Bastiaan already tells him to sit next to him.

Bastiaan looks serious “I spoke to you Friiö Ivar. I know about your situation. I know that you were rejected by your father and that you have now found shelter with the Veenstras.”

Ivar looks at Bastiaan unhappily. Bastiaan gives the boy another hug. “I still have to point out the consequences of the possible choices you are going to make. Knut may have disowned you, but he still has parental authority over you until you are 23.”

Ivar comes out of submissive mode: “Not when I come out of the Midsimmer run as a Dominant” he says, “After all, those classified as Dominant are no longer under parental authority.”

“It always takes a while to officially confirm that. At least a few months. You know how inefficient our country's bureaucracy is. And in the meantime, Knut can make your life pretty miserable. However, if you are paired with a Dominant boy during the Midsimmer run, your Dominant will have immediate authority over you and any parental authority will promptly cease.”

- “I don't like the fact that someone is given 'authority' over me,” says Ivar firmly.

“Right now, Knut van Leeuwen, your father, already has authority over you. He's not doing anything with it at the moment, but that could change at any time. It would be much better if a Dominant boy who is well disposed to you has authority over you. And that is possible when you are linked to a Dominant after the Midsimmer run.”

Ivar doesn't seem convinced yet.

“At least keep it in the back of your mind boy.” Bastiaan gives Ivar a kiss and says “We'll talk later”

“I will do that Bastiaan, and thanks again for the hot spanking you gave me.”