Midsummer run

Esbjerg

Because Ulf now accompanies the submissive boys, who haven’t found their Dominant, on their return journey to Groningen, it is Bastiaan who gets behind the wheel of the all-terrain vehicle when they leave Mandø. Haukon is in the co-driver position. Ries sits in the middle of the spacious back seat with Lars and Ivar next to him.

It is a bright afternoon when the boys start their journey from Mandø. Bastiaan has studied the tide table well, they can drive up the Mandødæmningen towards the historic town of Ribe without any problems. The air is clear and filled with the sweet scent of flowers blooming along the side of the road. Leaving the narrow roads of Ribe, surrounded by charming half-timbered houses and winding rivers, the boys look forward to a visit to the metropolis of Esbjerg.

The drive to Esbjerg takes them past vast fields and green meadows, where sheep graze under the warm midsummer sun. There are huge windmills everywhere. Esbjerg is also called 'the electrical socket of Europe'. The city is known for its high-tech and energy sectors. Gradually the horizon is dominated by the contours of Esbjerg, its modern skyline glittering in the distance like a beacon of progress and culture.

As they approach the city, they are greeted by the exciting hustle and bustle of city life. Cars and people are constantly moving through the streets, while the smell of freshly baked bread and spicy dishes greets them from the countless cafes and restaurants.

Finally, they arrive at the Temple of Wodan, an imposing building that stands proudly on the edge of the city. The temple is built of rough stone, with tall columns reaching towards the sky and intricate runic inscriptions carved into the rock.

Bastiaan parks the SUV in a parking lot reserved for priests. Ries looks at Bastiaan questioningly. “I am a sworn in Friiö” is Bastiaan's short answer.

The boys approach the imposing gate of the Temple of Wodan with a mixture of excitement and awe. The gate is large and impressive, flanked by massive columns that emphasize the power and majesty of the temple. It is as if they cross a threshold from the ordinary world to a place steeped in ancient mysticism and spirituality.

As they get closer, they feel the powerful energy radiating from the stone walls of the temple. The air is heavy with incense and the sound of soft chants fills the room, creating an atmosphere of holiness and serenity.

The interior of the temple is just as impressive as the exterior. Wide open spaces are lit by flickering torches and candles, while the sound of soft singing and the beating of drum heads fills the air. The aroma of incense hangs heavy in the air, a tribute to the ancient gods worshipped here.

The boys are welcomed by priests dressed in traditional robes. “Be welcome sons of Balder, you are expected. We will take you to the Hall of Lord Balder.”

The boys are kindly guided by the priests of the Temple of Wodan, they radiate an aura of calm and authority as they lead the boys through the temple.

Along the marble corridors and under the vaulted arches of the temple, the priests lead the boys to a special area dedicated to Balder, the god of light, purity, peace and the patron of boys' love. The area exudes a serene tranquility, with soft lighting filling the space and the scent of flowers hanging in the air as a subtle reminder of the fertility and abundance that Balder embodies.

When they enter Balder's shrine, the boys are filled with a sense of awe and wonder. The altar, decorated with flowers and candles, is in the center of the room, surrounded by statues of youths and images depicting the glory of the god Balder. The walls are decorated with beautiful frescoes depicting scenes from his legend, transporting the boys to the timeless stories of Germanic mythology.

The priests stop and say, “We now hand you over to Henrik, the high priest dedicated to Balder.” They leave without saying anything else.

A big, sturdy man in his early thirties walks up. It is fully clothed in leather. He is followed by two boys in their early twenties who keep their heads bowed submissively. They wear identical clothes: black leather pants with a bright white silk shirt on top. Around their neck they wear a precious silver collar decorated with runes.

When Henrik stops with the boys to shake Bastiaan's hand, the two boys kneel at his feet.

“Welcome Bastiaan, good to see you again. I heard you were sworn into Friiö? Congratulations man! I was able to fulfil your request. I have a separate dining room for your group. Although we have plenty of room for you in the main dining room, where the other couples will also have their dinner.”

“I would like to use the time we have to discuss some sensitive matters with these boys, Your Honour.”

“I understand that, yes, these boys had plans to live together in a rather unorthodox arrangement?” there was disapproval in the authoritarian high priest's voice.

“I want to draw the boys' attention to the dangers of deviating from tradition. But that requires us to be able to talk freely about sex and relationships.”

“All this quackery comes from Friiö Dijkstra, that radical? He will retire soon. It will be good if you, a strong and strict young man with traditional values, take over from him.”

“Friiö Dijkstra is knowledgeable and highly valued within his community. I would be honoured if I could succeed him, but that is not the case yet.”

“You are right, it is good that you speak respectfully about our colleague. Anyway, the food can be served at any time. I have brought two staffkarls here for you,” the High Priest points to the boys at his feet, “they are subservient and obedient, but above all discreet. They will serve you during dinner.”

“Thank you, Your Honour”

“No thanks, my son. You have passed on the list of attendees to me. I now have to explain the pecking order to my staffkarls during your dinner.”

“You have always placed great value on hierarchy, Your Honour.” Bastiaan cannot quite disguise the fact that he thinks the concerns of the high priest are a bit exaggerated.

Henrik raises an eyebrow but then turns to the two staffkarls without further words.

“As you understand, this is Bastiaan. You are going to serve Bastiaan during dinner. He is an ordained priest; I want you to obey him as you obey me.”

“Yes, Your Honour.” it sounds in two voices.

“Then we have Ries, he is a Friiö in training. He also deserves your utmost respect.”

“Yes, Your Honour.”

“There stands Haukon, a Dominant young man. Not a priest, but you will also obey him.”

“Yes, Your Honour.”

The high priest looks in the direction of Lars and Ivar.

“Lars and Ivar you are submissives, in addition to your Dominants you will also have to obey my staffkarls and approach them with respect.”

A little awkwardly, both boys say, “Yes, Your Honour.”

Haukon smiles and gives Ivar a furtive kiss on the cheek.

A little later the two staffkarls led the group to their private dining room. Along the way, Haukon asks Bastiaan “What exactly are staffkarls?”

“A staffkarl is a term for a young man who dedicates himself to Lord Balder and who is dedicated to spiritual learning and growth within the Temple of Wodan. They are under the strict leadership of priests. They are different from the submissive boys without a Dominant, such as in the home for submissive boys, because they have devoted themselves to Lord Balder. Their silver collar symbolises this. As servants of the Temple, they are also above 'ordinary' submissive boys.”

“Does my Ivar also have to serve the Staffkarls now?”

“Well, as you've noticed, Henrik has quite a fetish for ranks and positions.”

One of the staffkarls laughs out loud.

Bastiaan looks at the boy kindly. “Oh, how rude of me, I haven't asked your name yet.”

“It doesn't matter at all, Reverend. I'm Lasse and that's Torvald.” Lasse now turns to Haukon “And as for Ivar and Lars, Sir, we will simply serve them as any of you.”

“Thank you, Lasse, that makes me feel better.”

“And above all, please feel free to ask us questions. You too, Ivar and Lars”

“Thank you, how should we address you?” Ivar asks Lasse.

“Just say Lasse or Torvald  to us.”

“OK, Lasse!” Ivar says cheerfully. “Still, I don't fully understand it. If you and Torvald are so interested in spirituality, couldn't you have become priests yourself?"

Bastiaan answers Ivar’s question, “Submissive boys cannot become priests. This is the best alternative for spiritually-minded submissive guys. A son of Balder who is a priest is always classified as Dominant.”

“Shouldn't a priest actually abstain from sex?” Haukon asks a bit teasingly.

“That is the case in Christianity and I don't even believe all its subdivisions. But with us that doesn't matter at all. You know how much I love spanking submissive boy asses.”

“Mmm yes, I know all about that.” says Ivar in a mischievous tone.

 

* * * *

The table is made of dark oak, with beautifully carved edges depicting the symbols of the Germanic gods and mythologies. The table top is polished to a glossy finish, allowing the light from the torches and candles that illuminate the space to softly reflect on it.

Wooden benches are placed along the table, also decorated with intricate carvings and patterns that reflect the rich heritage of Germanic culture. Soft velvet cushions are carefully placed on the sofas, allowing guests to sit comfortably during their meal.

The center of the table is decorated with an abundance of flowers, fruits and candles, creating a colorful and festive atmosphere. A large silver bowl takes center stage, filled with delicious dishes prepared with local ingredients and inspired by traditional Danish cuisine.

At the head of the table is an imposing chair, decorated with gold embroidery and precious stones. This chair exudes authority and respect, symbolizing the central role of the priestly order within the religious community of the Federation of Odin.

The boys take a seat at the table. Bastiaan is of course in charge. Lasse and Torvald serve everyone an aperitif and discreetly withdraw.

Bastiaan opens the conversation. “I want to talk about your plans for your future. There is still a lot of room for improvement with your plans at the moment.”

For Haukon, who starts to feel a little at ease after the first sip of his aperitif, Bastiaan's comment comes as a sudden cold shower. "How so?" his voice dripping with irritation.

“You are very special to me. I wish you all the best. But with the plans you have now, I foresee major problems for you. Most Dominant boys have already arranged their housing and income, so that they can take good care of their submissive partner. The power dynamics are also clear and obvious: the Dominant listens to his submissive, but ultimately it is the Dominant who decides and the submissive who obeys. That's what our religion prescribes. That is what works and has proven to work.”

Bastiaan takes a sip of his aperitif to lubricate his throat.”

“But that has all already been arranged,” says Haukon indignantly.

“Is that really so, Haukon?”

“Yes, Ivar, Lars and I are moving in with Per and Aukje. I work at Per, Ivar is setting up his studio for leather clothing, he has been saving for that..."

“Five thousand Elding, do you really think that is enough?”

“and Lars is going to study accounting, remote.” Haukon angrily continues his sentence interrupted by Bastiaan.

“And Ries, Lars his Dominant?” Bastiaan looks at Ries.

“I will visit Lars every weekend as long as I still study.”

“And during the week?”

“During the week Ivar is there for Lars,” says Haukon measuredly.

“How is that possible?” Bastiaan looks at Haukon in disbelief, “You are already Ivar's Dominant, Ivar is submissive.”

“I'm not just submissive,” says Ivar.

“And that is precisely one of the many problems with your plan,” says Bastiaan in a tone as if he has already settled the matter.

“Ivar is also a good dominant.” Lars's input sounds timid.

“That he is,” confirms Haukon, “under my coaching, Ivar has developed into an excellent Dominant for Lars.”

Bastiaan raises his hands to the sky in despair. “Do you really not see what a Wodans-forgotten mess you are making of this?”

“Friiö Dijkstra has assured me that as Ivar's Dominant, I can permit him to Dominate another boy. De Friiö was talking about Wodanist Freedom Theologians or something like that. And Ivar has permission from me to Dominate Lars.”

“Wodanist Freedom Theologians,” Bastiaan repeats Haukon's words with disgust in his voice, while he peers displeasedly into his empty glass.

The staffkarls enter the dining room again with the starter. Lasse quickly pours some wine for Bastiaan, who annoyedly points to his empty glass. It is icy quiet while the boys are eating the starter. Only the sound of spoons against earthenware and the occasional slurp is still heard.

After the soup bowls have been collected by the staffkarls, Ivar decides to break the silence.

“I am so happy with Haukon as my Dominant. He is stalwart and handsome, sweet when possible, strict when necessary. He stands up for me and he supports my dreams, he is everything a submissive boy could wish for. But I also love Lars dearly, we grew up together, we know each other inside and out. Lars is sweet, and intelligent, he is cute, sexy and affectionate. I would go through fire for Lars. I love both of these fantastic boys.”

Bastiaan knocks back his glass of wine in one go. “If only you’d keep it limited to two boys…”

Lasse quickly refills Bastiaans glass with wine.

"What do you want to say with this?" Haukon asks fiercely.

“One of the other problems is Ivar's promiscuity.”

“Ivar is a slut, yes, but so are you. Not that there's anything wrong with that.”

“I'm not a slut, I'm Dominant, submissive boys can be sluts, we Dominants can't.”

“What utter nonsense! How many boys have you had sex with, how many boys’ butts have you spanked on Mandø? There are quite a few, you quite like it. But NO, you are not a slut, because, well, Sir is a Dominant and Dominants can’t be sluts.”

“There are simply more submissive boys than Dominants.” is Bastiaan's weak response.

“I know that you are an adherent of conservative theology, I also know that you are wise and have our best interests at heart, but this is very narrow-minded of you, Bastiaan,” says Ries

“I really see this going wrong Ries. This is not just an abstract theological or ideological difference of opinion. You are all-over-the-place with your plans. What will you say to Auke and Per if it turns out that Ivar lied about his classification?”

“Friiö Dijkstra is working on that,” says Haukon.

“Yes, another factor of uncertainty. Hello Haukon, newsflash, you just came of age, not only that, you are also responsible for Ivar,”

“Tssk, you talk about him like he's a helpless little child.”

“No, he is indeed not, but according to our laws, you do have a duty of care for Ivar. This means, among other things, that you must have sufficient income to support both of you.”

“I can also contribute,” says Ivar.

“You are now married Ivar, as a submissive within marriage. Just like with married women, employers are not allowed to hire you.”

“Ah, so you want Ivar to act like a woman?” asks Ries.

“No, of course not, Ivar is a boy. But he is a submissive boy. Haukon is his Dominant. I firmly believe that Lord Balder intended it for his sons that boys live together as Dominant and submissive. Not only must Ivar accept his submissiveness, Haukon must also embrace his Dominant nature and give Ivar the guidance and discipline he needs.”

“Ah, that's why you have such a preference for conservative theology. Like Henrik, you have a fetish for hierarchy.”

Bastiaan must smile a little: “No, I am not as obsessive as our high priest. But Henrik does have a point. In all relationships there is a hierarchy, it can be very subtle, in most cases it is.”

Bastiaan leans back and looks at Haukon and Ivar studyingly.

“But in the case of Haukon and Ivar, I don't think it's subtle. Haukon naturally has a very Dominant nature. Ivar is fiery and rebellious but is strongly attracted to Haukon. Deep down, Ivar knows that Haukon is the strong Dominant who can give him the guidance and discipline he longs for. Haukon loves Ivar dearly. He is therefore also very indulgent towards his submissive. His love for Ivar also prevents him from truly chastising the boy when he needs it. I believe Ivar's love and respect for Haukon will only grow when Haukon really puts him in his place.”

Haukon looks at Ivar “Is that so, do you desire guidance and discipline?”

“I don't know, on the one hand, I feel an aversion to being too submissive.” Ivar blushes a little. “On the other hand, I have to admit that all this talk of discipline makes me horny.”

“But I already regularly spank him,” shouts Haukon.

“Oh boy! That’s just horny play. Not that there is anything wrong with that, you are both healthy Frisian boys. It's good that you do this, it strengthens the bond you have with each other. But it has little to do with real discipline. I understand that you are careful with Ivar because you love him so much. But I'm sure that if you really asserted your authority, you both would not only be happier, but at the same time, you’d also strengthen your marriage.”

“Just don't think I'm going to limit the spirit and fire of my boy,” says Haukon fiercely.

“Well, his promiscuity could be a little less.”

“The kid just has a great libido,” Haukon says, shrugging his shoulders.

Ivar feels uncomfortable, but he feels the need to explain himself. “I love sucking boys’ cock. I freely admit that can't get enough of that. But only Haukon fucks me, no one else.”

“This is precisely an example of the hypocrisy of the conservative wing in the Temple.” Ries looks straight at Bastiaan. “You blame Ivar for his love for sucking cock, but meanwhile you let him give you a blowjob at Mandø.”

“But that was at Mandø, that's different.”

“Fool yourself, but not me”

It is silent for a small moment, which seems to last forever.

“You're right Ries, that's hypocritical of me. My apologies Ivar. Suck as many cocks as you want.” Bastiaan looks at Haukon, “If that's okay with you, of course.”

“Ivar can give as many blowjobs as he wants. I will personally ensure that he does not lack anything.”

“Thank you Bastiaan, that was great of you.” says Ivar.

“It is up to Haukon to set the boundaries, not me.”

“So, I can give Ivar permission to Dominate Lars.”

“No Haukon, that is not possible, Ivar is already submissive, he cannot also be Dominant. I believe that a submissive boy's focus should be on his Dominant. Ivar is still too much between two ideas.”

  “But Ivar has always protected me, and he is very good to me, I don't want to lose Ivar,” says Lars.

“That is not necessary at all, as a submissive Ivar can still be there for you. Just not as a Dominant,” answers Bastiaan.

“If I understand correctly, what's bothering you is pure semantics?” asks Ries.

“No, you don't understand. Dominance comes from an authentic source…”

“Ah right,” interrupts Ries Bastiaan, “I understood it correctly, semantics.”

"Semantics?" Haukon asks.

“Choice of words,” says Ries, “Bastiaan, our esteemed Reverend, has a problem with Ivar also calling himself Dominant.”

“You're not taking this seriously.” Bastiaan protests.

“Oh, I'm taking this very seriously. If Ivar and Lars continue in the same way, but we don't call it Dominant; if we appoint Haukon as Dominant for both Ivar and Lars during the week, would that be acceptable to you?”

“Certainly, but I still have my doubts about Haukon's sense of responsibility.”

Haukon looks at Bastiaan indignantly.

“I do have confidence in Haukon, he is just still young,” says Ries.

“Haukon is the boss, but we are all there for him too,” says Lars.

Bastiaan sighs deeply. “I still have my doubts about it, but I’ll agree with your proposal Ries”

“So, what do we agree on?” Haukon asks.

“You, Ivar and Lars are moving in with Per and Aukje. You are the Dominant, Ivar and Lars submissive. You and Ivar make sure Lars gets everything he needs. But Ivar cannot call himself Dominant. Ries, Lars' legal Dominant, will come to you at the weekend. Let's just hope that Friiö Dijkstra manages to convince Per and Aukje.”

"Sounds good"

“I will ensure that the Temple supports your plan. My strong advice, however, is that you become much stricter with Ivar and that Ivar take his submissive role more seriously. But I can't force you”

“Thank you Bastiaan.” Haukon looks at his watch “Now look what time it is. Ivar, come, let's go to bed.”

"Yes Boss!" Ivar gives a wink to Haukon who laughs loudly.

“You really need to take this more seriously.” Bastiaan groans.

When Ries and Lars also leave and Bastiaan is the only one left at the table, he snaps his fingers. “Lasse, come with me to my bedroom.”

“Yes, Reverend.”

* * * *

 

In bed, Ivar snuggles against Haukon's warm, sturdy body. “You did well tonight,” Ivar crawls even closer to his lover, “I love having you as my Dominant.”

But Haukon's mind is elsewhere, and he remains silent. Ivar feels horny and is undeterred. He kisses Haukon and touches his cock and balls.

Haukon groans softly but doesn't say a thing.

“Is something bothering you?” Ivar asks worriedly.

"Yes." Haukon says curtly.

"And?"

“Just suck my cock whilst I'll worry some more.”

Ivar crawls down under the blankets and takes Haukon's semi-erect cock into his mouth. He enjoys the feeling, as Haukon’s dick grows to full strength in his mouth. He swallows the large pole deep into his throat until his nose touches Haukon's pubic hair. In the meantime, he massages Haukon’s balls with his hand.”

Haukon moans softly.

Ivar can still breathe reasonably through his nose, but all he feels, tastes and smells is Haukon's cock. Slowly, while sucking on the pleasure rod, Ivar slips away into a blissful, horny daze.

*PAT* *PAT* *CHAP*

The bedrooms appear to be quite noisy because the sounds of a spanking can be heard from the bedroom next to Haukon and Ivar's.

*PATS* *PATS* *PATS*

“I will teach you to refill my glass in time!”

*PATS* *PATS* *PATS*

"Oh yes, Reverend! Punish me, spank my ass, I deserve it.”

Haukon laughs out loud. “Looks like our 'reverend' is having fun again.”

“Mmmphhff” Ivar wants to take the cock out of his mouth to say something.

“Eh, no way, suck it, slut!”

“MMmm,” Ivar obediently follows the command, and his cock begins to drip with precum.

“You know Ivar? Bastiaan had a good point after all. Five thousand Elding is really not enough to start a studio.”

“MFGFtppffgt” Ivar really wants to say something now but Haukon pushes Ivar's head back onto his cock.

“That's another point, I have to be stricter with you. So just keep sucking while I tell you what's going to happen.”

“Mm”

Haukon looks at Ivar's crotch for a moment and sees how Ivar's cock is at its thickest, the head is visibly throbbing and precum is gushing out.

“It looks like you like this approach. Then Bastiaan had a point again: you indeed long for guidance and discipline.”

“Mmmmm” the moan Ivar makes sounds hot.

“Don't worry honey, I'm going to give that to you. And your studio for leather fetish clothing will definitely be built, we will save our money for that together.”

Haukon now holds Ivar's head while firmly fucking the submissive boy's mouth. It doesn't take long before he shoots his load in seven thick jets into Ivar's mouth.

“Swallow it all slut!” Haukon holds Ivar's head firmly on his cock. Ivar's body starts to shake violently as he also comes with many jets of cum.

“Oh Haukon, that was hot!” Ivar says when he has recovered from his orgasm.

“Shut up slut! Can't you see what a mess you've made of the bed? There are clean sheets in that closet there. Change the bed.”

“Yes Haukon.”

  Ivar gets to work while Haukon watches. Ivar's cock has become hard again.

A little later they are spooning each other in bed. Haukon gives Ivar kisses on his neck and hugs him tightly. Ivar feels Haukon's hard cock nestling in his ass crack. He’s quietly enjoying the sensation.

* * * *

The next morning the boys have breakfast, provided by the staffkarls. When Lasse pours the coffee for Ivar, he whispers “You are right, Reverend Bastiaan deals out a very hot spanking.”

“I know from experience how much Bastiaan can make your ass glow. We could hear in our bedroom how much you enjoyed it.” Ivar can't resist feeling Lasse's ass.

Lasse blushes “Oh… eh… Sorry….”

Haukon, who had overheard the conversation, says “No worries, you work hard enough, you are also entitled to some fun.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Two new guests arrive. They are Jorn and his 'prince on a white horse' Remco. Haukon stands up and greets both boys warmly. Ivar looks at Haukon in surprise. “Bastiaan is going to bore Ries, Remco and me this morning with Dominant Boys’ business, all the shit about formalities and such. Jorn, Lars and you can use the time to explore Esbjerg before we leave for Groningen again.”

Bastiaan is calling the three Dominant boys together to go to a meeting room. He looks surprised at the three submissive boys who look a bit lost. “Haven't you arranged anything for this morning yet?”

“No, we were not told anything about this, Remco only said that we would go to the temple.” Jorn says, bewildered.

Bastiaan sighs, “Communication skills are also an issue that I need to improve with the three 'Dominant' gentlemen. Just wait, I will arrange a temple taxi for you to take you to the city centre.”

“That's nice, but as submissive boys, we are not allowed to go into the city unaccompanied.” says Ivar

“Oh, I'll arrange a QR code for you,” Haukon, sounds a bit careless.

* * * *

The temple taxi drops the three boys off in the centre of the city. With curiosity as their compass and a touch of adventure in their hearts, they dive into the lively streets of the metropolis.

Their first stop is a market square, where colourful stalls display a plethora of exotic goods. The boys smell the aromas of herbs and spices as they spend their limited Eldings on treats they have never tasted before. With broad smiles on their faces, they taste new flavours and enjoy the lively atmosphere of the market.

Then they continue, past the impressive architecture of the city. They admire the gleaming skyscrapers and ancient monuments, marvelling at the technological advances and cultural heritage that Esbjerg has to offer.

The boys find their way to a park in the middle of the city. Here they lie down on the grass, surrounded by the soothing sounds of the park and the buzz of the city in the distance. While they are marvelling at all the people in the park, there are some weirdos walking around in such a metropolis, they are suddenly confronted by a group of enforcers, dressed in uniforms of the City Authority. The enforcers turn to the boys with stern looks and ask if they have permission from their Dominant to be in the city.

The boys, overwhelmed by the confrontation, quickly take out their smartphones to retrieve the QR code. It's all fine, except for Ivar. “That's not OK, is it?”

Ivar is aggrieved “Haukon would provide a valid QR code.”

“Well, this one isn't valid. Give me your phone and I will call your Dominant.”

Ivar hands over his phone. During their stay at Mandø, the phones of submissive boys were prepared, including the addition of a function to call the boy's Dominant at the touch of a button. The enforcers use this communication function of the device to contact Ivar's Dominant. While the enforcers wait for a response, the boys feel uncomfortable under the stern looks and the implicit threat of punishment.

Finally, a reply comes from Haukon, who confirms, albeit in an agitated tone, that the boys have permission to explore the city. The enforcers, although accepting this confirmation, reprimand Haukon because not all formalities were followed correctly. They emphasise the importance of strict adherence to the rules and procedures that maintain social order.

With a sigh of relief, the boys can finally continue on their way, albeit with a sense of submissiveness and an awareness of their place in the hierarchy of society. The enforcers, having completed their duty, wish the boys a polite farewell and instruct them to enjoy their exploration of the city.

Ivar looks at his smartphone to see what else there is to do in the area. It turns out there is a leather and fetish shop not far from them. Although Jorn is not really interested in it, when he sees the enthusiasm in Ivar's eyes, he decides to go along.

Once they arrive at the fetish shop, Ivar feels like a little kid in a candy store. The air is permeated with the smell of leather. There are racks full of leather jackets and trousers, even leather shirts. There are things like a St. Andrew's cross, a pillory and a spanking bench. There are all kinds of sex toys lined up on one wall, most of which Ivar has no idea how to use. On another wall hangs a variety of spanking instruments.

Jorn looks a bit bored, but Lars is feeling the sensual leather of the jackets hanging on a huge rack. Ivar has also found something he likes. Stalwart-looking brown leather pants, made of super soft, high-quality leather. He decides to try on the pants, it feels like a glove. He walks to Lars. “What do you think?” Lars feels the tight pants while making approving noises. “It really looks good on you man! Feels nice too.”

“Can I help the gentlemen with anything?” A stern young man looks at the boys studiously. When he sees the collars, he says “These pants cost two hundred Elding. Submissive boys can't afford to spend that much money.”

“But I have enough money, Sir. Haukon, my Dominant will undoubtedly permit me to buy these beautiful pants.”

“Well then, these pants do indeed look good on you, they fit like a glove. When you change again, I will pack the pants for you. We will then call your Dominant for payment.”

When they are at the cash register and the seller has packed the pants, Ivar hands his phone to the young man. He repeatedly presses the button to call Ivar's Dominant. However, Haukon keeps breaking it off. Ivar's courage sinks in his boots.

Finally, the salesman puts Ivar's phone on the counter, "Sorry boy, this isn't going to work."

Ivar's face contorts. “This is already the second damn time today that that incompetent bastard has made a fool of me.” Ivar is seething. Lars and Jorn look at Ivar in shock. The seller too, by the way.

What no one notices is that Haukon has now picked up the call. His voice sounds weak and tinny from the device.

“Hello…?”

Ivar is immediately quiet and changes colour. Before he can respond, the salesman has already snatched the phone away from him and speaks with Haukon.

“You are this boy's Dominant?”

….

“Ah, I understand. You see, your submissive wanted to buy some pants. Beautiful leather pants, if I say so myself.”

…..

“No, no, you are absolutely right Sir.”

…..

“Indeed Sir, completely unacceptable behaviour.”

…..

“On the contrary, Sir, you are in no way a burden to us.”

…..

“I do have some suggestions for you Sir.”

…..

“You are very welcome here, Sir. Do not worry. There is a wide range of instruments available.”

…..

“Fine Sir, I will see you in half an hour.”

Ivar stands frozen at the counter. The salesman pushes his phone back into his hands.

“Your Dominant will be here in half an hour. I suggest you take a seat there on that ottoman and wait for him.”

Ivar has turned pale and sits down on the ottoman in the corner of the room without saying anything.”

The seller now turns to Lars and Jorn. “My apologies for this inconvenience, can I offer you a cup of coffee?”

* * * *

When Ivar sees Haukon walking into the fetish shop, it turns out that he has also taken all the other Dominants with him. Bastiaan, Ries and Remco all enter the room in Haukon's wake.

The seller walks towards Haukon with a broad smile. “I assume you are Haukon? Welcome."

“Where is he?” it sounds impatient.

“Your submissive is sitting there on that ottoman waiting for you.”

Haukon strides angrily towards the corner where Ivar is sitting.

“Undress, now!”

Ivar doesn't know how quickly to undress while Haukon watches sternly with his arms crossed. When Ivar is completely naked, Haukon orders “Stand in the corner while I figure out what to do with you.”

Ivar stands in the corner, facing the wall. Haukon walks back to the seller.

“I have heard that Sir is a connoisseur of spanking boy butts. A very appropriate sanction for this improper young man. I would like to advise you to use the right instruments. We are equipped with many instruments that will certainly impress your brat.”

The seller takes a tawse from a table. “This here is a tawse. At first glance, it looks like an everyday strap, but as you can see the end of this beautiful Scottish invention is split into two parts. Those land very effectively on the buttocks that are to be punished, it cuts into the flesh just a little bit more viciously.”

Haukon looks doubtful.

“Don't worry, there is no blood or injury involved. The tawse ensures that you can set your submissive's ass on fire without too much effort on your part. A beating that he can feel for days afterwards and will remember for a long time.”

“That sounds good.”

“Fine, you get the tawse on the house. You can also use our comfortable spanking bench. I would like to ask you if we can take a photo of the result for promotional purposes.”

“I would rather not have Ivar recognisable in the picture.”

“I'm only interested in the young man's punished behind.”

“That's no problem, can I keep the tawse? Very kind of you”

“A very practical souvenir. You will see that the tawse inspires awe in disobedient boys. Just showing it often leads to significant improvements in behaviour. But let us not procrastinate. Just take the boy to the bench.”

"Turn around!" Haukon shouts when he reaches the corner where Ivar is standing. Ivar turns to see Haukon gently hitting his hand with the tawse. The instrument looks intimidating.

“You don't think I can just ignore this rudeness, do you?”

“No Haukon.” Ivar sounds timid and lowers his gaze.

"Look at me! This here is a tawse.” Haukon holds out the tawse to Ivar so he can get a good look at the instrument and touch it himself, “With this, you will soon receive your well-deserved spanking on your bare ass.”

Ivar's eyes fill with fear, his lower lip begins to tremble. “Please Haukon. I regret it so much. Don't do this. I will behave myself from now on.”

“I should have done this a long time ago. I think you really need this. This spanking is going to help you behave the way a submissive boy should behave toward his Dominant.”

Haukon grabs Ivar by the neck and drags him to the spanking bench. Ivar begs and whines on the way to the execution site, but his Dominant is adamant. The others are already at the bench. Bastiaan loosens all the straps that will soon secure Ivar.

“Take a seat, you'll be worse off if we have to help you.”

“Yes Haukon”

Ivar meekly takes a seat on the bench. Bastiaan immediately fastens all the straps so that Ivar can no longer move. His position is extremely humiliating, the bench tilts slightly downwards in the front so that his ass sticks up into the air, on display for all the audience present.

Ivar pants nervously, his buttocks tensing.

The seller quickly takes a photo of Ivar's ass, while it is still in pristine condition.

Haukon takes a run-up. He slams the belt against the centre of Ivar's bottom, a band of fire becomes visible on the submissive boy's creamy white buttocks. The two ends of the tawse wrap around the curve of Ivar's bottom, causing a piercing pain deep in his buttocks.

Ivar screams out.

The next stroke, a little higher. The air movement hisses over Ivar's upper body. The merciless tawse descends just slightly above the previous stroke.

Ivar whimpers and sobs.

   Number three is below the first, with the tawse painfully hitting the sensitive flesh where Ivar's bottom meets his legs.

“Aaawww! Damn it!”

  The fourth blow is delivered on the diagonal, the raging band of fire cutting across the first three blows, sending new and more intense flames licking at Ivar's behind.

“Haukon please!” Ivar cries.

The fifth stroke comes on the opposite diagonal and inflicts its share of new pain.

 Ivar screams and writhes in a vain attempt to break free.

There is a pause.

Haukon delivers the next blow, a searing explosion of pain right in the middle of Ivar's seat.

Ivar gives another scream of pain and lies on the bench, crying and shaking.

"Six. That will have to be enough for now.” Haukon walks away.

After the seller has had the opportunity to take a picture of Ivar's tortured buttocks, Bastiaan frees the boy from the spanking bench. Ivar collapses in Bastiaan's arms, sobbing with self-pity. Bastiaan immediately picks Ivar up again. “Don't act like that, you deserved this beating.”

Bastiaan takes Ivar back to where his clothes are. “Get dressed again. We'll go back to Groningen soon.”