Leather Inn
Ivars is overflowing with conflicting emotions. Earlier that day, he was annoyed by all the restrictions imposed on him as a submissive. He thinks it's unfair. His dependence on Haukon felt unbearable when he wanted to buy something for himself. He lost his patience and crossed the line. Haukon, normally a mild and lenient Dominant, has relentlessly asserted his authority over him. His Dominant punished him mercilessly and publicly for his outburst. He should be angry, or, as before, feel sorry for himself; but that's not how he feels at all. He feels, to his surprise, horny.
Ivar feels humiliated and horny at the same time. His ass cheeks are still on fire from the merciless flogging that Haukon gave him on his bare ass with the tawse. The otherwise soft suede inside of his tight leather pants, which always pleasantly caress his buttocks, now feels like sandpaper. He has to keep a steady pace, even though the leather rubs painfully against his buttocks with every step he takes. He has to keep on walking because Haukon sets the pace.
Haukon also bought a dog leash at the fetish shop, which he attached to Ivar's collar. Ivar is now led by Haukon through the train station, to the platform where the high-speed line of the Viking Express is already waiting for them. Ivar keeps his head down. He doesn't dare to look around, but he feels people's eyes boring into his back. Everyone can see that he is a submissive boy who is being disciplined by his Dominant, like a little naughty boy. Fortunately, because he has to concentrate to keep up with Haukon's pace, he can't pay too much attention to the humiliation.
“Keep going, you ungrateful slut, we'll miss the train!”
“Yes, Haukon.” There is dejection in Ivar's voice. He feels ashamed, but he also feels his hard cock throbbing in his pants now that his Dominant is asserting his dominance and shows the world who is boss here.
When Haukon and Ivar enter the compartment where their reserved seats are, the humiliation for Ivar is perhaps even worse than outside on the platform. There are all strangers outside. Here, in this train compartment, they are all the people who were on Mandø. As they walk to their seats, the buzz increases. The news of Ivar's insolence and the punishment he received from Haukon has spread like wildfire through the group of boys.
Ivar winces as he sits down on his sore bottom. An “Ouch” softly escapes his lips. Haukon looks at his submissive with amusement but stays silent. The two boys are both silent for a long time. Haukon quietly reads the news on his smartphone. In the meantime, Ivar is brooding over the cacophony of conflicting feelings he is currently experiencing. He is ashamed and would like to sink through a hole in the ground. But Haukon's dominance makes him swoon. Being publicly put in his place makes him horny. The beating of his bare buttocks with the tawse was extremely painful and far from erotic. Now that he's sitting here, the fire in his buttocks only makes him hornier. Ivar is now also ashamed because he is turned off by the punishment Haukon gave him.
Ivar fights in vain against the erection that is obscenely visible in his tight pants. When he looks to the side at Haukon next to him, he sees that the Dominant's pants also have the outline of a hard cock visible in them. However, Haukon doesn't seem to be bothered by it at all.
Haukon looks up from his smartphone and looks at Ivar with a smile. “You're so quiet boy, normally you talk my ears off.”
Ivar remains silent.
“I didn't hit you too hard, did I? You asked for this yourself with your behaviour. I had no choice.” There is a hint of concern in Haukon's voice.
"No no. Yes, you punished me harshly, but I deserved it.” Ivar's voice is twisted with emotion.
"But?"
“But that's not what bothers me.”
Ivar lets out a few sobs.
“It is also so Wodansforgetting confusing!”
“What's confusing Ivar?”
“I'm so ashamed of this.”
“You should also be ashamed of the behaviour you have exhibited.”
"No, that's not it!"
Ivar takes a deep breath.
“I'm ashamed because… all this makes me so fucking horny!”
Ivar looks horrified and tears stream down his cheeks.
Haukon laughs and kisses away the tears from Ivar's face. He whispers softly in Ivar's ear: “I have something to confess to you. Punishing you also made me very horny. Like you, I'm ashamed of that. I had to punish you, but that shouldn't turn me on.”
“Fuck what's should or shouldn’t be.”
“You are right, my love. Do you want me to continue treating you more dominantly?”
“I'm slowly finding out that I'm turned on by that, yes.”
“Then I will do that, my love. For now, we must restrain ourselves. Tonight, I have booked for the two of us at the hotel “Leather Inn” in Groningen.”
Haukon places Ivar's head in his lap and continues reading on his smartphone while tenderly caressing his lover's mop of hair.
Ivar lies with his ear on the crotch of Haukon’s pants. Through the leather of the Dominant boy's tight pants, he feels the warmth of Haukon's hard dick. Ivar thinks he even feels Haukon's heartbeat through the throbbing of his cock. With the fire in his punished buttocks, which now feels like a warm glow, Ivar lets himself be carried away in an intoxicating feeling of bliss. Ivar dreams of what Haukon and he will experience in “Leather Inn”, a hotel especially for Dominant and submissive boys and men with a leather fetish.
* * * *
“We are in Groningen. Get up and come!”
Haukon's voice wakes Ivar from a half-sleep full of horny dreams.
“Yes, Haukon.” Ivar sits up in his chair. Haukon attaches the dog leash to Ivar's collar again and stands up and waits for a moment until Ivar has also stood up. Then both boys walk off the train. Haukon in the lead, followed by Ivar on the line. Instead of ashamed, Ivar mainly feels submissive and horny. Yes, people can see that he is a submissive boy led by his Dominant. But now it feels good, this is his place. People should know that he is submissive to the handsome, sturdy Haukon.
“We will be picked up shortly by the Leather Inn taxi service. You don't have to worry about your luggage, they will take it with you too.”
“What a luxury!"
“Yes, the hotel is really special. It is my gift to you.”
“Thank you Haukon.”
In the station hall, there is a man in leather clothing holding a sign in the air with “Haukon & Ivar” written on it. Haukon walks up to him and shakes his hand. “I'm Haukon and this is Ivar.”
“Welcome guys, follow me to the car.”
When the taxi drives through the city, the driver makes the usual small talk. “You just came from Mandø?”
Ivar has regained his extrovert nature and answers: “Yes Sir, we participated in the Midsimmer run. That's where I hooked up with this handsome Dominant.”
“You sure are a good-looking couple. Always beautiful to see that young love. Your Dominant is spoiling you. He has booked the luxury suite, with all the extra’s: you’ll get your own bellhop, who will pamper you.”
“Our own bellhop?” Ivar exclaims in surprise.
“Yes, for both of us. I think you'll like it.” says Haukon.
“Sven is an experienced bellhop. He’ll fulfil all your needs, including those of which you are not yet aware.”
"Oh?" Ivar asks.
“Yes, the needs of both Dominant and submissive boys.” The driver gives Ivar a wink. Ivar doesn't know what to think yet.
The taxi soon arrives at the hotel entrance. The facade of the hotel is entirely in Art Nouveau style. A bellboy in a red uniform is waiting at the entrance. The driver opens the door for the boys. When the boys have gotten out, the bellhop approaches the boys with a broad smile. He shakes hands with both. “Mister Haukon, Ivar, welcome to Leather Inn. I'm Sven, your bellhop. I will do everything I can to make your stay at Leather Inn as pleasant as possible.”
“Nice to meet you, Sven,” says Haukon warmly.
“Good to meet you,” says Ivar as he takes in the piccolo's appearance in amazement. Sven is a slim blond boy in his early twenties. Bright blue eyes and a warm smile. The bellhop uniform he wears is something Ivar has never seen before. Instead of the usual red stretch fabric, this uniform is made entirely of high-shine bright red leather, which fits super tight around his slim body. It looks beautiful, it gives Ivar butterflies in his stomach.
Seemingly effortlessly, Sven picks up the boys' luggage. “Follow me, I'll take you to the suite.”
Haukon and Ivar follow the bellhop into the hotel. Sven rocks his butt a little. Ivar thinks it looks a bit feminine. He sees how Haukon looks enthralled at Sven’s ass, right in front of him, in tight red leather. Ivar must admit to himself that it is a sexy ass.
When Sven has put away the boys' luggage, he gives a small tour of the suite. Everything is in black leather, the sofa, the armchairs and even the bed have soft black leather bedding. There is a sling hanging and a small black steel cage. A variety of spanking instruments hang on the wall.
“There are welcome drinks and snacks on the coffee table. You would like to be alone with your boy for a while, Mr. Haukon? I'll be there again if you need me.”
"That's fine. Thank you, Sven.”
“Mister Haukon, Ivar.” Sven bows slightly and leaves the room.
Ivar watches him in amazement.
Haukon pours a glass of sparkling wine for them both and hands a glass to Ivar. "Sit down."
“What is all this?” Ivar asks when he has sat down on the sofa.
“This hotel is especially for boys and men who love leather and Domination and submission. Within this hotel, you are free to be submissive without feeling embarrassed. I thought you might like it.”
“Yes, it certainly does. But what's the deal with that bellhop?”
A brief smile plays across Haukon's lips. “He will take care of us during our stay. While he’s not only for sex, there is also room for eroticism. He will approach Dominant hotel guests submissively. But he can easily Dominate submissive hotel guests.”
Haukon takes a sip of his sparkling wine. “I will come back to Sven later. First, I have to tell you that we will be here for a few more days. I have been in contact with Friiö Dijkstra, and not everything is all right at this moment, regarding our home situation. I want you to have a safe home, even though you turned out to be submissive instead of Dominant. Friiö Dijkstra says he needs a few more days.”
Ivar looks worriedly at all the luxury around them.
“Don't worry, the temple of Wodan is kind enough to help pay for this.”
Haukon now looks Ivar straight in the eyes. “Speaking of your submission, the beating on your ass I gave you this afternoon in Esbjerg did you good. I think it makes you more open to your submissive side.”
“Yes Haukon.”
“Kneel before me.”
Ivar kneels in front of Haukon at his designated spot.
“That spanking was necessary, but now I want you to enjoy your submission. Within this hotel, I will dominate you. It will be clear to everyone in the hotel that you are submissive. You must address everyone as Sir or Madam. You may continue to address me as Haukon. We are used to that.”
“Yes Haukon.”
“Then about our bellhop Sven. I have instructed him to dominate you. Like everyone else, you will address Sven as Sir. I told him that you are to be addressed as 'slut'. You will obey him and follow all his instructions properly.”
“Yes Haukon.”
“I'm going to the hotel bar now. Feel free to enjoy yourself in our suite until Sven comes to pick you up. When Sven comes in, immediately kneel before him and be obedient.”
“Yes Haukon.”
Haukon walks out of the room. After waiting a while, Ivar gets up again and takes another glass of sparkling wine. He's just sitting comfortably when there's a knock on the door. “Sven, the bellboy.” It sounds. Ivar hurriedly puts the glass on the table and kneels next to the door. “Please enter, Sir.”
The door opens and the gorgeous blonde twink in the red leather bellhop suit steps into the room. In his hand, he has a riding crop, also completely red.
“Good evening, Sir.”
“Good to see you kneeling like that, slut. I'm Sven, your bellhop. In this hotel, we have Dominant guests and submissive guests. My job is to serve you. Since you are a submissive guy, the best way I can serve you is to dominate you.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Okay, we'll start right away. I must prepare you for dinner. Take your clothes off."
Ivar obeys and undresses completely. Sven inspects him calmly. “I see you've gotten some stubble on your cock and balls again.” Sven walks to the bathroom. “Follow me and I will shave you.”
Ivar's cock becomes rock hard as the bellhop shaves him.
“Turn around so I can see if your ass needs to be shaved too.”
“Oh wow!” Sven is shocked when he sees the traces of the tawse on Ivar's buttocks. “Mr. Haukon has done you a good job!”
“That is true Sir, but I deserved it too. It helped me to be more submissive.”
“You should feel as comfortable as possible at your stay with us. I will treat your buttocks with a soothing balm later. I'll refrain from spanking you.”
“That's a shame, Sir.”
“Do you like being spanked, slut?”
“Oh yes, Sir, I love that. But not as hard as with the tawse.”
“I know other ways to entertain a submissive slut.”
"Oh? Sir?"
Sven finishes shaving the stubble around Ivar's asshole. He lets the shower water reach body temperature. At the end of the shower hose is a narrow metal cylinder with spray nozzles at the top. He inserts the cylinder into Ivar's asshole.
Ivar lets out a squeal. “Sir Sven!”
“Just rinsing your boy pussy for Mister Haukon tonight.”
“Yes Sir, Haukon will appreciate that.”
“Why do you call your Dominant by his first name? Most submissive boys call their Dominant Sir or Master.”
“We are used to that, Sir. And for me, 'Haukon' is synonymous with Master.”
“Well said, slut. And appropriate: 'Haukon' means 'exalted son'."
Sven takes Ivar's silver cock ring with 'Haukon' engraved on it. He gives Ivar's stiff cock a vicious slap, which makes it soft again. With a deft action, the piccolo slides the cock ring over Ivar's cock and balls. He massages the cock and balls so that Ivar's cock is completely hard again and stays hard.
“That's also special,” Sven muses, “most Dominants put a penis cage on their submissives. Mr. Haukon told me to put this cock ring on you.”
“Haukon is certainly not averse to cock, Sir”
“Well, your cock does look very nice, slut.”
“Thank you, Sir. If you want, you can of course have a taste.” Ivar looks at the bellhop mischievously.
“Mmmhh” the bellhop grabs Ivar's cock and seems to have second thoughts.
“Tempting… But no, let's keep this professional.”
Sven lets go of Ivar's cock and takes a step back.
“Yes, that's fine.” He takes the dog leash and attaches it to Ivar's collar and takes Ivar outside the room and into the hallway.
"Sir! I'm still completely naked and I have a hard-on.” Ivar protests.
“Do you think the guests and staff have never seen a naked submissive boy with a hard cock?”
“No Sir, aah!”
Sven has stuck his middle finger in Ivar's ass and is pushing him towards the elevator.
“Oh, Sir!”
“Oh, indeed oh, just think of this as ripping the band-aid off. Everyone in the hotel will now see what a horny submissive slut you are. Once we're done with that, you're free to be your slutty self for the rest of your stay. Admit it, you find it hot to be seen like this.”
“Yes Sir, but…”
The elevator doors open. There is a young lift boy in an ordinary bellhop suit in the elevator. Ivar quickly estimates him to be just eighteen years old at most. The elevator boy looks at the boys in front of the elevator entrance with a neutral look. “Um, good evening, Sven.” the kid greets his colleague, completely ignoring Ivar.
“Hi, Pier, cellar please.”
The elevator is slow, and it takes a while to get from the 11th to the basement.
“I see you have another submissive guest in your care. Do you have any more today?”
“Only one couple, this submissive slut and his Dominant.”
Pier now turns to Ivar. “Oh yes, now I remember, I saw you come in, you are a nice couple. Haukon and Ivar, wasn't it?”
“Yes Sir, I am Ivar.”
“Mmm” Ivar can't suppress a moan, because Sven is still unashamedly fingering his ass.
“That Dominant of yours is really a hottie, you're both hot guys. Sven should pay to be your bellhop.”
“Yes, I have a nice profession. Just be jealous Pier.”
When the boys leave the elevator, Pier calls after them. “Have fun Ivar! If you are dissatisfied with the services Sven provides, I am willing to help you!”
“As if! I have never had a dissatisfied guest. Whether they are Dominant or submissive.” says Sven dismissively.
“That Pier was nice, Sir.”
“Mister Pier for you, slut. He's a good guy, but he thinks too much with his dick.”
Sven leads Ivar into a room with a steam bath. It is dim and you can't see much because of the steam. “There is a warm stone table in the middle of the room. Lie there on your stomach.”
“Yes Sir.”
The warm stone and the hot steam feel pleasant, and Ivar relaxes. A little later, Sven enters the room again. Out of the corner of his eye, Ivar can see that the bellhop is now naked, although Ivar can only see his silhouette through the steam.
Sven kneels above Ivar with one leg on each side of Ivars body. He applies lotion and massages Ivar's neck and shoulders vigorously.
“Mmmm, this is so good.”
“Have you forgotten the pleasantries, slut?”
“This is so good, Sir.”
Sven now gives Ivar a firm massage. Due to the violent movements he makes, the bellhop's cock sometimes gently caresses Ivar's sensitive buttocks. Ivar decides to quietly enjoy it. He may be imagining it, but he has the impression that Sven's cock has now also grown a bit larger.
Sven gets up again and takes a small jar. “I will now take care of your battered bottom.” He stands right in front of Ivar's head and bends over to massage Ivar's buttocks with the balm. The balm is indeed wonderfully cooling and soothing for Ivar's buttocks. But Ivar now has another problem. Right before his eyes, the piccolo's dick swings back and forth with the movements of the massaging boy. A lovely lumpy cock with heavy balls underneath. It is a true Tantalus torment. Sven makes increasingly violent movements, so that his cock now and then touches Ivar's face. Ivar can no longer control himself and sticks out his tongue. Very sporadically he tastes the delicious salt that is coating Sven's cock.
Sven stops massaging. Ivar is afraid that he will be reprimanded, that it is over now. But the bellhop grabs his cock and positions it in front of Ivar's mouth. “Go ahead slut.” Sven says softly. Ivar takes the lumpy colossus in his mouth. Sven continues massaging Ivar's buttocks while he slowly and sensually fucks Ivar's mouth.
Sven has quite a bit of stamina because the pleasure never seems to end. But after a timeless rush of pure oral bliss, his mouth full of delicious cock, Ivar now starts to taste precum. For a moment he hopes that the bellhop will unload his full balls right into his mouth. But the bellhop moves away from Ivar and signals the boy to get up.
“Thank you, Sir, that was wonderful”
“Ssshht, boy, quiet, shut your mouth. I went too far. But sometimes I like to spoil cute boys some more.”
The boys freshen up in the shower. Sven, now wearing his sexy red leather piccolo suit again, leads Ivar to a cell with a barred door in front of it and locks him there. “It's time for me to give your Dominant attention again. In the corner of the cell, there is a box ready for you with things to wear. I'll be back with you in an hour. Don't worry, Pier will keep an eye on things.” The bellhop then immediately walks away.
Ivar is left bewildered. Naked and horny as hell, but also alone in a cell. There is indeed a large cardboard box in the corner of the room. A letter is taped to the box. “For Ivar of Haukon.” is written on it. Ivar reads the brief contents of the letter:
My love,
I want nothing less than the best for you.
Your Haukon.
In the box, Ivar finds everything he wanted to purchase in the fetish shop and more. The cool brown leather pants are made of super soft, high-quality leather. Not only that, but also a matching shirt and tie, a jacket, all made in the same beautiful leather. The box also contains boots in a matching brown colour.
Finally, a butt plug with lubricant. This also includes a note.
Ivar,
Be an obedient boy and wear this butt plug.
Oh yeah, I lost the remote control.
No matter what happens, keep wearing the butt plug.
Love,
Haukon.
Ivar neatly follows Haukon's instructions and inserts the butt plug. Then he puts on all the leather clothes. It feels so good, it fits like a glove. The smell of the new leather, the soft caress of the leather on his bare skin, the gentle creak of the leather as he moves. It's so hot. He stands up and runs his hands along the soft leather of his trouser legs. He bends down to touch his boots.
*Bzzzzzt*
The vibrator goes off deep in his ass.
*Tzzzzzzzzk*
“Ouch!” Now there is also an electric shock.
“Whaaah haaa haaa” in the distance sounds the sardonic laughter of a teenage boy.
*Bzzzzzt* *Tzzzzzzzzk*
"Pier! Stop that!"
Pier walks towards the cell, smiling broadly, with the remote control for the butt plug triumphantly in his hands.
“Oh come on Ivar, you'll probably find it really hot.”
*Bzzzzzt* *Tzzzzzzzzk*
“By the way, you must call me 'Sir'. Mr. Haukon told me that himself when he gave me this remote control.”
Ivar sighs deeply.
*Bzzzzzt* *Tzzzzzzzzk*
“Sir, would you please stop this?”
Pier looks at Ivar a bit sadly and at the same time in surprise.
“This really doesn't make you horny?”
“No Pier, and thank you for stopping.”
“It is always Sven who gets all the fun and horny duties! Well, I thought I could have some hot play with a nice submissive boy, but no..."
“Who says I wouldn't want that?”
“You are behind bars; I don't have the keys. Just this remote.”
“I could give you a blow job, I could do that through the bars”
Pier doesn't let himself be told that twice. He pulls down the pants of his uniform and sticks his hard cock through the bars.
“On your knees and suck slut!”
“Yes, Sihhrr”
The boy must have been pretty horny for a long time because his stamina is nothing to write home about. Within two minutes the boy squirts Ivar's mouth full of his boy cream. Ivar enjoys the smell and taste of Pier's cum. He carefully licks the boy's cock clean.
“Aaah, I really needed that slut!”
Ivar licks his lips where there is still a blob of thick white cum. “I did too Sir, you taste delicious, Sir, thank you.”
Pier pulls up his pants “If you want more later, you know where to get it.” he gives Ivar a wink.
Ivar has mixed feelings. Sven and Pier complement each other well. Sven with his finesse and endurance, Pier with his brashness and not to forget the generous portion of cum he gave. Ivar feels satisfied, but he still feels the restlessness of his horniness. What would Sven do with Haukon? What else has Haukon in store for him?
* * * *
It seems like it takes an eternity, but Sven finally comes to pick him up. “My apologies, it took longer than intended. I hope Pier wasn't too difficult?”
“No, it wasn't too bad.” Ivar can still taste the boy's cum on his tongue.
“Okay then, that has been different in the past…”
Sven opens the barred door of the cell.
“You look fantastic by the way!” Sven re-attaches the dog leash to Ivar's collar. “I will take you to Haukon.”
“How was… er… with Haukon?”
Sven laughs “You mean to ask what I did with Haukon.”
“Um, yes” Ivar feels caught by the bellhop.
“No problem, you have a right to know. The same as with you. Only Haukon is of course Dominant, but I spoiled and massaged him just like you.”
“Did he give you a blowjob, just like me?” Ivar asks, a bit surprised.
“No, but I did try to give Haukon a blow job.”
"Tried?"
“Yes, but Haukon didn't want to. He wanted to save that for you. What a romantic he is, isn't he?"
Ivar must smile. “Okay, but were you able to do anything fun with him? I wouldn't like it if I got all the fun and Haukon got nothing.”
“Oh, don't worry about Haukon. He did enjoy himself. He spanked my ass, he really enjoyed it, and I as well.”
“It’s quite enjoyable, unless he uses the tawse to beat your ass.” Ivar rubs his buttocks demonstratively.
“Poor boy, I hope things are feeling better now?”
“Yes, that balm of yours works really well”
“Of course, the balm works. Let's go."
Sven doesn't wait for an answer and walks to the elevator, pulling Ivar with him. When the elevator doors open, it appears that Pier is back at his usual post as an elevator boy. “Foyer” Sven says curtly. On the way, Pier stares at Ivar with a horny grin and grabs his crotch. Sven raises an eyebrow. Pier announces “Foyer” when the elevator doors open again.
“Are you sure Pier behaved himself?” Sven asks when the elevator doors close again behind them.
“I didn't say anything about that.”
As Sven and Ivar walk through the foyer, they attract attention from all the boys and men there. It is a special sight, even for the Leather Inn. A bellhop in his sexy, tight red leather suit, who, as a Dominant, leads a beautiful submissive boy with him on a dog leash. Ivar enjoys all the attention they get; he gets a dopamine rush from all the looks at his submissive ass. The idea that everyone in the hotel can see how submissive he is makes him almost feel himself floating.
All those horny looks from Dominant boys and admiring looks from submissives are of course wonderful, but in the end Ivar only belongs to one Dominant who really matters, and that is Haukon. When Sven leads Ivar into the lounge, Ivar sees the Dominants from his group sitting in four very spacious luxurious leather armchairs, arranged in a V-formation. In one branch of the V, Ries and Remco are sitting, talking animatedly to each other. Lars sits on Ries' lap, Jorn sits on the one of the arms of Remco's chair. Haukon stares into the room with a serious look on his face, Bastiaan whispers something in his ear. Haukon's eyes light up when Ivar is led into the lounge by Sven. The Dominant boy looks fantastic. He wears new leather clothing: shiny tight black leather pants, a black leather shirt with large silver buttons, a leather coat with complicated patterns stitched in silver thread. Black boots with silver buckles. Finally, a wide belt with a large, sturdy wide buckle, also in silver. He sits confidently in the seat, with his legs apart, making use of all the space in the rather generous seat. He has the aura of a Ruler. He could easily be a Jarl. Ivar is filled with awe, love and pride when he sees his Haukon sitting here in all His splendour.
Sven brings Ivar just before Haukon. “Kneel before your Lord and Master.” Ivar kneels low in front of his Dominant, his face close to his boots, his ass high in the air. Sven also kneels on one knee. He bows his head submissively and hands the loop of the dog leash to Haukon. “I brought Your boy back, Sir.”
“Thank you, Sven, he looks fine, you took good care of him,” Haukon gives a sympathetic nod to the bellhop. Without saying anything, Sven gets up again and kneels at a distance in a corner of the lounge.
Haukon continues his conversation with Bastiaan, ignoring the boy at his feet. “Is Ivar still being punished?” Jorn asks his Dominant, Remco, in surprise. Before Remco can answer, Haukon says with a smile, “On the contrary, Jorn. This submission is what Ivar longs for. The Leather Inn Hotel is a safe environment for him, where he can express his submissive feelings. Ivar enjoys this.”
Ivar himself doesn't show any signs, he is in a submissive daze. But if anyone asked Ivar, he would say that he completely agrees with Haukon. Jorn's facial expression, however, is one of scepticism. Lars, in turn, looks at Jorn in disbelief. “Doesn't this look beautiful, what Haukon and Ivar are doing now?”
“It seems like you guys are into this Dominant/submissive stuff.”
“Yes, duh, of course I'm turned on by this. It's hot as hell.” Sparkling lights appear in Lars' eyes. He climbs off Ries' lap and kneels in front of him. He adopts the same attitude that Ivar adopts for Haukon.
Ries looks down at his sub with a benevolent smile and then looks at Jorn. “You see Jorn, there are guys who really enjoy being submissive. Lars and Ivar love being submissive, and we Dominants love them.”
Remco addresses his partner Jorn “You and I are both not into Dominant/submissive. This is one way of Lars and Ivar to show how much they love their husband. Isn't that beautiful, Jorn?"
“Yes, that may be the case, but I know Ivar as a very energetic boy who takes initiative and provides leadership. This, Jorn points at the kneeling boy, is not how I know Ivar.”
Haukon bends over for a moment and lovingly caresses the head of the kneeling Ivar. “Yes, what you describe there, is indeed a side of my Ivar as well.” Haukon sits up again and looks Jorn straight in the eye. “But now my boy has a holiday from all that so that he can enjoy his submission to me.”
* * * *
It's almost dinner time and the Dominants lead their boys to the hotel restaurant. Ivar is led by Haukon on a dog leash. He is still in an intoxicating state of submissive bliss. When the boys arrive at a long table with benches on either side, it is Haukon who gently places Ivar next to him. When all the boys in the group of friends have sat down, he kisses Ivar on the cheek.
“We're going to eat soon, Ivar. During dinner, we must discuss important matters that also concern you, boy. You need to get out of subspace my love.”
Ivar's eyes are still glassy “Huh?”
“Wake up boy!”
“Subwatts?”
Subspace, you are still in a submissive daze.”
“Oh, ah, OK Haukon.” Ivar becomes a bit clearer again.
“Did you enjoy it my boy?” Haukon looks at his sub with an amused look.
Ivar shakes away the last vestiges of his daze and smiles at his Dominant.
“Yes, that was damn delicious, thank you Haukon.”
A waiter comes over to take their table's order. Ivar, still not completely out of his daze, is fascinated by the handsome man in his mid-twenties. He is tall, and slim but muscular. He wears the traditional waiter outfit, black trousers, a spotless white shirt and a bow tie. Only, this is Leather Inn, the pants and tie are made of leather. Ivar watches with delight as the leather stretches tightly around the man's sturdy legs. The waiter walks with a sure step, is polite and service-oriented to the guests, nevertheless, he has an air of authority.
“Can I get you and your boy something to drink, Sir?” the waiter asks Ries, the Dominant closest to the waiter.
"I would like a beer. Lars, what would you like to drink?”
"I would like a coke."
“For you, it's 'I'd like a Coke, Sir'. I am Dominant. Submissive boys should address me as Sir.” The waiter looks sternly at Lars.
“Oh, of course, please excuse me, Sir.” Lars gives the waiter a disarming smile, “I would like a coke, Sir.”
Lars' smile is not without effect. The waiter smiles back fondly. “No problem boy. Here at Leather Inn, our submissive guests are addressed by the staff in a Dominant manner. That's what many submissives feel most comfortable with.”
“Oh, but I like that too, Sir, I was just being thoughtless.”
“We're glad you like our approach.” the waiter gives Lars a warm fatherly smile.
When the waiter has taken all the orders from the table, he walks away again. Ivar watches the waiter dreamily. “Nice ass…” he swoons.
“He's Dominant!” says Haukon in a stern tone.
"Yeah so? Can't Dominant boys have a nice ass then?"
Haukon also looks after the waiter for a moment. “You're right, he has got a nice ass.”
Ivar kisses Haukon on the cheek “But your ass is nicer.”
Haukon doesn't know what to say for a moment. His cheeks turn red, and he looks a bit bewildered.
Bastiaan has to laugh.
Haukon decides to restore his dominance over Ivar in a friendly way by petting him on the head with a smile.
He clears his throat briefly to get the attention of everyone at the table. “Friends….” Haukon looks at all the boys sitting at the table, “because that's what I can call you all now, friends. I want to share with you my plans, our future.”
Haukon puts an arm around Ivar's shoulder. “But first I want to say something to Ivar in front of you. As you know, I had to punish Ivar in Esbjerg. Ivar has courageously accepted his well-deserved punishment. However, I cannot completely exonerate myself. I handled the application for the QR code sloppily and I did not immediately answer the second time it was called by Ivar's phone.”
Haukon looks at Ivar with a guilty look. “I chastised you in front of our friends, so I would also like to apologise to you in front of our friends for my part in this mess.”
Ivar hugs Haukon and kisses him “I forgive you. I love you". He wipes away a few tears and turns to the boys at the table. He swallows for a moment and says shyly. “This is very personal, but you are my friends, and I would like to share this with you. The spanking I received from Haukon has made me aware not only of how much I love Haukon, but also of how deep my submissive feelings for Haukon run; how happy I feel when Haukon shows me that he is the boss.”
There are sounds of approval around the table. “How beautiful…” Bastiaan says softly.
Haukon looks back at Ivar “I love you too Ivar, dearly. But I'm far from perfect. I make mistakes and you can rightly criticise them. But express that criticism directly to me or, if convenient, to our friends here. I will never punish you for that. But if you publicly undermine my authority, I will punish you severely in public.”
“Why does that promise make me horny again?” Ivar has a twinkle in his eyes.
All the boys at the table have a good laugh.
“Because you're an exhibitionist?” Haukon asks.
“Well, that's true. I would love for you to show the whole world that you are my Dominant and I am your submissive boy. And when you punish me, I wish everyone to see it.”
“That brings us to the next point I want to make,” says Haukon, “My ambition is to create a home together where we have the freedom to make wishes, such as the ones Ivar just talked about, come true.” . A place where our submissive boys can just be themselves. A place where the Dominant boys in our group can punish or reward their boys at will.”
“That sounds nice,” says Ries, “a house of love and discipline.”
Lars looks dreamily ahead. A domestic scene is already playing out in his mind's eye. He's been on his phone for way too long again, or something like that. A stern Ries reprimands him. He has to take down his pants and go over Ries' knee with his bare ass. He can already feel the warm glow of a spanking in his buttocks. Lars imagines how he will feel the humiliation and shame of being punished in front of his friends. A home where he is free to be so terribly vulnerable, but where he is at the same time completely safe and surrounded by love. That gives Lars a wonderfully warm feeling.
“Is everything OK, boy?” Ries asks Lars worriedly when he sees his boy's eyes glaze over.
“I had a beautiful daydream.”
“It is indeed a beautiful dream,” says Haukon, “but fact is that we are not there yet.”
Bastiaan summarizes the current situation for Haukon: “The concrete plan we now have is for you, Ivar and Lars to move in with Per and Aukje. You are the Dominant, Ivar and Lars submissive. Ries, Lars' legal Dominant, will come to you at the weekend. We still have to see that Friiö Dijkstra manages to convince Per and Aukje.”
Haukon also knows that even if he succeeds, the boys will not be completely free to indulge their Dominant and submissive desires. He cannot simply put Ivar over his knee in the middle of the living room to chastise his bare bottom, while Haukon might like to do that. Ivar will also not be free to kneel at the feet of his Dominant when he feels the need to express his submission. No, that is not possible as long as they live with others.
“In the coming days we will have to figure out ways to get money to make our dream come true.” sighs Haukon.
“It would be great if you could achieve that. Jorn and I will soon be moving in with my parents, they are really sweet people, but I would much rather move in with you,” says Remco.
“Aren't we too kinky for Jorn?” Ivar asks.
“Oh no!”, Jorn waves away possible objections with his hand, “You are friends. When I see how happy you are with Haukon, I am happy too. If I don't have to go over any knee.”
Haukon's gaze has now wandered to a table further on in the restaurant, where a young man is eating alone. “Hey, isn't that Mikkel Stralsund, the famous IT entrepreneur and billionaire?”
“Donar be damned!, that is indeed him!” Ivar exclaims.
“Gosh, what a hot cutie. It's even hotter in real life than on LokiTube or TV.”
“He's much older than you, Haukon, isn't he? I thought he was 26.” Lars notes.
“Haukon has a fetish for successful but submissive men.” Ivar looks teasingly at his Dominant.
“I just like to dominate boys with spirit and character, boys like you. But Mikkel is also really a hottie.”
Ivar looks at Haukon almost reproachfully.
“Eh, I don't mind that you're such a slut, do I? A Dominant boy can dream sometimes, right? There is no reason to worry, he is completely out of my league.”
Ivar pokes Haukon in the side “I'm just teasing you.”
"I know right…"
“But how?”, asks Jorn, “Mikkel Stralsund is the boss of dozens of multi-million dollar companies. He can't possibly be submissive, can he?"
Then Jorn's jaw drops when the boys see how the Dominant waiter stands next to Mikkel's table and adopts a stern attitude. The magnate immediately kneels in front of the waiter and kisses his shoes.
The waiter takes Mikkel away and they both disappear behind a door.
“And that's that,” says Haukon, “it’s annoying, I was just about to ask the waiter for an after dinner drink, and now our waiter has disappeared.”
* * * *
A young man approaches them, walking hastily. He wears the same uniform as the waiter who has now left. Only this waiter wears a collar.
“My apologies, your waiter has other obligations, but I can further assist you.”
“Yes, do you have a cognac or a whisky?” Haukon asks.
After the waiter has asked everyone if they would like to have something after dinner, it turns out that only the Dominants would like a digestif.
“That's a coincidence,” says the waiter in a cheerful tone, “it fits in perfectly with the after-dinner tradition that Dominants sometimes enjoy here. You enjoy your drink in the smoking room, we provide you with a good cigar and in the meantime, you let your boy give you a blowjob. That is the ultimate relaxation after dinner for Dominant gentlemen.”
Remco looks worriedly at his boy. "I do not know if…"
But it is Jorn who enthusiastically exclaims: “yes, that's a hot idea, I would like a digestif like that.”
“Bastiaan doesn't have a boy to suck him off,” notes Haukon.
Bastiaan makes a gesture to indicate that he doesn't care.
“I would like to be of service to Mr. Bastiaan.” offers the submissive waiter. He does his best to remain discreet but cannot hide the fact that he occasionally steals glances at the bulge in Bastiaan's pants.
Bastiaan looks at the waiter kindly. “That would be nice boy, what is your name by the way?”
A broad smile appears on the waiter's face, “My name is Holger, Sir.”
“Nice to meet you Holger, will you make sure we get service in the smoking room?”
“I'll take care of it right away, Sir. Will you all follow me to the smoking room?”
Jorn follows the rest to the smoking room with a feeling of anticipation. Of course, he has given Remco a blow job many times since the Midsimmer run, but never with others present. In the hotel he saw many submissive boys openly giving blowjobs to their Dominant. That really seems like a wonderful form of submission to Jorn. On his knees in front of his Prince to suck him off, in sight of everyone there. It seems very hot to him. But he never dared. Until the obsequious waiter made this proposal.
When they enter the smoking room, many men and boys are already sitting in luxurious seats enjoying a whisky and a cigar. Holger points the boys to a corner with four free seats. The Dominants take their seats. Holger places a cushion in front of each seat and invites the submissive boys to kneel on it, in front of their Dominant. He walks to the back and brings along a waiter who will offer the Dominant boys their drinks and a cigar.
Holger now kneels on the cushion in front of Bastiaan and assumes a submissive position, keeping his gaze firmly focused on Bastiaan's crotch. Jorn, right next to Holger, follows suit. Jorn has to admit to himself that this open submission gives him goosebumps of excitement.
A group of stalwart men walks past “Oh how nice! The after-dinner tradition. Those Dominant boys look young, they must come recently from Mandø. Their sluts are well trained, they take the position properly.”
When all Dominants have been provided with digestives and cigars, Bastiaan opens his fly and brings out his cock and balls, right in front of Holger's eyes. He continues to stare impassively at Bastiaan's private parts. The other Dominants follow Bastiaan’s example.
The waiter who handed out the drinks now visits the Dominants to light all the cigars. Bastiaan takes a long drag from the cigar. As he blows out the smoke, he gives an affable nod to Holger on the ground in front of him. The boy starts sucking Bastiaan dick. As if they were falling dominoes, the submissive boys now start sucking cock.
The Dominants enjoy their Whiskey or Cognac, their cigar and the conversation they have with each other. No attention is paid to the fact that they are all being sucked off by their submissive boy. Well, now and then a moan comes from a Dominant’s mouth when his boy manages to find a sensitive spot. But in general, Dominant boys make it a sport to show as little as possible that their private parts are being pampered at that moment.
“It's cool that we saw Mikkel Stralsund here in the restaurant. Just a pity that he took our waiter away,” says Haukon.
Ries takes another sip of his Cognac. “It was more likely that the waiter took him away.”
“It remains strange, how can such a powerful man be so submissive?” Remco wonders. Jorn is happy that his Dominant asks the questions he pondered as well.
“He seems to stay here for a weekend every three months. “, says Bastiaan while blowing out a cloud of smoke, “He then allows himself to be dominated by the Dominant part of the staff. There are rumours that he wants to be dealt with severely.” Bastiaan has to groan for a moment, Holger turns out to be very skilled in the art of oral pampering.
Haukon stares dreamlike into the distance for a moment, Remco looks at Bastiaan almost reproachfully. “Are you hot for Mikkel Stralsund?”
“Stralsund is a brilliant entrepreneur,” says Bastiaan, “but ultimately the man has a submissive nature. That does not detract from Mikkel Stralsund, it is admirable how he runs everything. But it is essential for him to be able to let off steam here, not have to do anything for a while and just be submissive. Just relax and be in a daze, away from all your worries.”
These last words from Bastiaan completely resonate with Jorn with how he feels now. Of course, Remco's cock is as delicious as ever, but in this slightly humiliating setting it seems as if he is getting high from his Dominant's cock.
“That Whiskey was delicious, maybe we should go on holiday to Scotland,” Remco says as he places his empty glass on a table next to him. He slumps slightly, closes his eyes and begins to breathe heavily. A little later he squirts his boy cream into Jorn's mouth, the digestif for his submissive boy.
One by one the submissive boys now have their mouths filled with creamy boy juices. The Dominants all sink back in satisfaction while the submissive boys neatly lick their balls and cock clean and put it back in their pants.
“Remco?” Jorn asks as he walks to their room with his Dominant.
“Yeah?”
“There might be something to that Dominant/submissive thing after all.”
“Did you find it hot?”
"Really hot. I'm very horny right now.”
"I need to catch my breath. If you want, I will put you in that sling hanging in our room tonight.”
"I'd like that. I'm afraid I like being submissive more than I ever thought I would.”
“We can hang out with these guys more often, then you can learn more what submissiveness tastes like.”
* * * *
The next evening the boys are back in the restaurant at the same time. The waiter on duty is the boy from the 'after-dinner' tradition, Holger. His eyes light up when he sees the boys at the table, and he immediately walks towards Bastiaan. While taking the order, he flirts extensively with the young priest. Bastiaan notes that there is no supervision from the Dominant waiter, and that the boy is the only waiter. Bastiaan gives the waiter a good corrective slap on the butt.
“Mmmm, Sir!”
“I am not the only one here, you have others to serve.”
“Yes Sir”
“Come to my room after your shift.”
Holger's face lights up “Oh, thank you, Sir!”, and the waiter then performs his task in an exemplary manner.
At the other table, further away, Mikkel Stralsund is eating alone, this time there is no strict Dominant waiter for him, only a good-natured submissive twink. Holger is jovial and friendly in his attitude towards Mikkel, Mikkel is businesslike towards the boy.
As the boys enjoy their meal, Haukon occasionally casts a look of lust at the lonely young magnate.
“Are you dreaming again Haukon?” Ivar asks his Dominant in a teasing tone.
Haukon looks up at his boy, disturbed, with a look as if he feels caught. “Shut up, you're a terrible slut yourself.”
Ivar gives his Dominant a kiss. “Don't worry, my cool Viking, I think it's cute to see you dreaming.”
"Cute?" Haukon looks at his submissive in surprise and is touched when Ivar looks at him mischievously.
The mood at the table is good. Bastiaan tells some tasty anecdotes about Henrik, the pompous high priest. The boys roar with laughter. Haukon, reassured by Ivar, now unashamedly casts his horny stares towards Mikkel.
Mikkel, in turn, looks back at the young Dominant with interest. He beckons the waiter towards him. A little later Holger is standing next to Haukon. “Sir, Mikkel asks me to humbly ask You if he can have an audience with You tonight.”
Haukon looks at Holger questioningly.
“He asks if he can honour You with a visit tonight, Sir.”
Haukon looks at Ivar “Uh…”
"Go for it! This is what you want Haukon. I'm having fun with Sven, our bellhop.”
Haukon looks confidently at Holger again. “Tell Mikkel to report to my room at 10 o'clock.”
* * * *
Before Ivar was allowed to get on his knees for Sven, Haukon himself used the services of the bellhop. This time to ask Sven if he had any tips for Mikkel's visit. Not only did Sven explain in detail how the young magnate prefers to be handled; but he also gave tips about the attitude and appearance that Haukon can best adapt in his meeting with Mikkel. Sven humbly washed the young Dominant and dressed Haukon in his finest and most Dominant gear.
Now, just before 10 p.m., Haukon sits in his seat like a ruling Jarl. He wears shiny tight black leather pants, a black leather shirt with large silver buttons, and a cloak with intricate patterns stitched in silver thread. Black boots with silver buckles. And the wide belt with a big, cool, wide silver buckle. Although he exudes self-confidence, Haukon is nervous about receiving the famous magnate. But the tension makes him horny, which is clearly visible, his not-insignificant sex is prominently visible in a proud bulge in his tight leather pants.
There's a knock on the door at ten o'clock.
“Enter!”
The tycoon enters the room with a paradoxically sure step and at the same time a humble attitude. “Thank you for receiving me, Sir.”
“Come here Mikkel, kneel at my feet,” Haukon speaks softly, but every word he speaks is imbued with his authority. The two also don't have to say much to each other. Sven has prepared Haukon well. The young Dominant knows exactly what Mikkel longs for.
It doesn't take long before Mikkel is bent over the sofa with his bare ass and his buttocks are being spanked with the same tawse with which Ivar's ass was punished. Only now Haukon must make much more effort to elicit a response from Mikkel than was the case with his own submissive. Haukon starts to sweat and his right arm even gets a little tired. He decides to let himself go completely, taking out all his fears, insecurities, all his frustrations on the magnate's ass. He need not feel guilty for this outburst of aggression; Mikkel can take it, even welcomes it.
Haukon gets even hornier when he takes a good look at the result of the unrestrained punishment he has meted out: Mikkel's fiery red ass. Without much ceremony he takes his hard cock out of his pants and starts fucking the ass in front of him mercilessly with deep strokes. Mikkel moans softly under the force of the young Dominant's thick rod, deep in his ass.
The virile Haukon punches his prostate for minutes, his buttocks are on fire. Mikkel is in a state of ecstasy; his eyes roll back and cum flows from his throbbing cock as he silently experiences an orgasm. Exhausted, he hangs over the sofa while Haukon's cock continues to pound in and out of his ass.
Haukon, who notices the difference in Mikkel's position and literally feels wetness, grabs the tycoon by his hair and positions the exhausted tycoon on his knees in front of him and now starts to fuck Mikkel's mouth.
“You thought you were done, didn't you, slut? None of that. You won't leave until I shoot the last drop of cum in my balls into your mouth.”
When all balls have been emptied and the fires of passion have been extinguished, Haukon is back on his seat. Mikkel kneeled in front of him, his head resting in the Dominant's lap. Haukon gently runs his fingers through Mikkel's hair.
“Thank you, Sir, that was wonderful. No matter how young you are, you know how to handle a submissive. Ivar is lucky to have a Dominant like you.”
“Ivar can't handle even a fraction of what I just gave you. It was nice to be able to enjoy myself unrestrained.”
“I don't want to take away Ivar's Dominant,” Mikkel says, a bit worried.
“Don't worry, I love Ivar dearly. And his strong reactions to a little bit of discipline are hot. With you, I would always have to work up a sweat.”
* * * *
Haukon gives Ivar a French kiss when they are in bed together again that night. He feels his submissive boy's ass. “Your ass still feels hot, your buttocks are glowing.”
“Yes, Sven put me over the knee and gave me a firm spanking on the ass. Then I had to suck him and Pier off. After that, I got spanked on my ass again, with the boys' cum still in my mouth. It was so hot Haukon, I came spontaneously.”
Haukon gives Ivar another kiss. “I'm happy to hear that Sven and Pier took such good care of you.”
Ivar blushes “I almost forgot to ask, how was your date with Mikkel Stralsund?”
“It's unbelievable, Ivar, what that guy can handle. I had to work up a sweat. I really enjoyed myself.”
"Good to hear. Then my ass is safe for a while.”
“No Ivar, I will not forsake my duty to you. You’ll get your ass spanked with the tawse, whenever you need it, no matter how tired I am.”
Ivar moans softly.
* * * *
It's already later in the morning, but the boys are still lying lazily in bed. Ivar places his head on Haukon's chest and gently bites one of his Dominant's nipples. Haukon looks up from the phone he was reading on, disturbed. “Hey, don't do that!”
Ivar takes Haukon's balls in his hand. “Come on, Haukon, I’m horny.”
“I'm just enjoying reading, man!”
Haukon is saved by the bell when there is a knock on the door.
"Yes?" Haukon shouts with a trace of relief in his voice.
“Bastiaan here, can I come in?”
“Sure man. I will let Ivar open the door.”
Ivar looks angrily at Haukon. “I'm still naked!”, he hisses at his Dominant.
“As if Bastiaan has never seen you naked ass... Well, what are you waiting for? Let Bastiaan in!”
Grumbling, Ivar walks to the door.
“Oh, you were still in bed?” Bastiaan looks amused at the naked Ivar who makes an aggrieved face towards Haukon.
“As long as we can't go home yet, we'll just make do.” Haukon stretches extensively again.
“That is now going to change,” says Bastiaan, “I just got a call from Friiö Dijkstra. There is a crisis in the Veenstra house. Things are about to explode. Aukje has gone to the Temple priests and requested officially a divorce from Per.”
“Oh, that's sad news,” Haukon looks disinterested, “do we have to be there?”
“Yes, you lazy bastard,” Bastiaan gives Haukon an annoyed look, “this also concerns you and Lars, and indirectly Ivar as well. Dijkstra wants to talk to you, together with Per and Aukje.”
“OK OK, when should we be at the Friiö?”
“This afternoon. So, get dressed boys, we'll leave as soon as possible.”
