AUTHORITARIAN mm, bondage, mild S & M, non consensual.
This is a novel of gay sex, some of the sex depicted will be consensual, some will not. If, where you live, you are underage to read this kind of material, or this material will be unlawful for you to read regardless of your age, I'm sorry but please leave now. If you are offended by gay sex, just go away. If this story is the kind of thing that pleases you and/or gets your juices flowing, then I hope you enjoy it.
THE LOST HIKER.
Paul was well and truly lost, why on earth had he took what he had thought was a shortcut when he didn't know the area? He'd left the Hostel with the intention of walking to the nearest village, about one and a half hours away, buying some wine and fags and returning to sunbathe by the Hostel pool. The road curved round a forest, and when he'd seen the track he'd taken it, estimating from it's direction it would save him half an hour. He hadn't expected the track to turn away from the village, but he'd plodded on taking this fork then that. Now HE WAS LOST! His back pack was getting heavier so he stopped, dropped it off his shoulders and lit up his last Ducados. The sweat trickled slowly down his broad back, he'd long ago removed his T-shirt, and down his hairless chest, across his tight stomach to puddle in his navel. He had a good body for 18, due to his swimming and hiking, he didn't do weights, content to carry a few heavy books in his back pack whenever hiking. His baggy shorts were soaked, moulding themselves over his four inch flaccid cock and heavy balls.
Carefully extinguishing his fag, he rose, stretched his 5ft 8 body and looked around. Just to his right he could see what looked like a clearing, he picked up his back pack and walked over. It was, and there was also a cool inviting small lake. His spirits lifted, dropping the pack, he removed his trainers, dropped his shorts and ran, naked, tight bum cheeks jiggling, down the shingle beach into the cool inviting water. Ah, bliss!
Ten minutes later he is floating on his back, cool and relaxed, staring down his smooth body at his limp cock lying pointed at his navel. He thinks back to last night in the Hostel showers where he met Hans a 20 year old German Hiker, he was 6 ft 2, muscled, and they kept glancing at each other 'til Hans moved by him and took his lengthening cock into his big hand and started to wank him. Paul was in heaven. Reaching over he did the same to Hans and they were soon hard. Hard! Paul was rigid, his thick 6 inches straining to touch his belly as Hans kept a tight grip while rubbing him sensuously up and down. Paul had Hans in an equally tight grip, marvelling at the 9 inch member throbbing in his hand. They both tensed and shot load after load of hot steamy spunk onto the tiled floor. Hans kissed him on the mouth gently forcing his tongue past his teeth, Paul's legs almost buckling. They kissed for a couple of minutes then Hans broke away, saying "see you tomorrow afternoon by the pool? I've promised to go out with my mates, they're waiting."Paul muttered "sure," slowly coming round.
Of course the inevitable happened, Paul's cock had started to harden at the memory. Guiltily he looked around, treading water. Oh God there were two guys examining his clothes and back pack, locals by the look of them.
"Perdon senores, what are you doing?" he shouted as he made his way to the shore. The older guy, who was about 30 with a thin, sinewy, but well defined body looked up from rifling Paul's bag and muttered something in Spanish to the other guy, who quickly scooped up Paul's clothes. He was about 6 foot, muscled, smooth-chested and wearing just a pair of ragged shorts, the other guy was in a T-shirt and dirty faded denims.
"We are just gathering OUR belongings and going home Paul, why do you ask? He spoke in quite reasonable English.
"Those are MY clothes," said Paul, who was standing with the water up to his navel, "and how do you know my name?"
The guy just waved his passport at him. The passport he'd forgot to put back in the Hostel safe!
"You can't do this, you can't leave me here like this" he pleaded as they turned to walk away, it's robbery, it's inhuman, I'm lost. Just leave my shorts and trainers and passport then, and point me in the direction of the Hostel. You can have the other stuff, I won't tell anyone. Please" he pleaded.
They stopped and turned, "Come here then" the older guy said pointing at his feet.
THE LOST HIKER-PART TWO
Trembling with fear Paul left the water, his hands automatically covering his shrivelled genitals. "Put your hands by your sides, NOW!" barked the older guy. Paul obeyed instantly his whole body breaking out in goose bumps. He walked forward gingerly over the rough shale, his cock and balls shrunk to nothing, he felt so embarrassed, so humiliated, but, most of all he was frightened. Head down, he trod gingerly over the rough shale until he stood in front of them.
"On your knees, hands clasped behind your back." he was ordered, "Good, now listen carefully and don't interrupt! I am Carlos, this is my cousin Ramon. If you do exactly as I tell you, you may come out of this alive"
Paul felt the tears start to run down his face, and saw Ramon move directly behind him, taking something out of his pocket.
"Ramon will now tie your hands together, then blindfold you and we'll take you to somewhere more suitable for what we have in mind. The less trouble you give us and the faster you react to my commands the sooner this ordeal will be over; in fact you may get to like it. BUT, any attempt to escape, any speaking, unless I ask a direct question or ANY disobedience, will result in punishment. DO YOU UNDERSTAND BOY?" shouted Carlos.
Automatically Paul mumbled "Yes Sir" "Oh, you can moan though" he laughed.
He felt Ramon tying his hands with rope, and then a dirty rag was tied over his eyes.
"Stand" ordered Carlos.
He rose shakily to his feet.
"One last thing" said Carlos, and he felt someone's hand on his genitals, he flinched.
"Are you disobeying?" queried Carlos.
"N n noo" stammered Paul, forcing himself still as the hand roughly got him half hard. More rope was wound round the base of his cock, under his balls and tied off tightly.
"That is your lead" sniggered Carlos, and they set off, Paul being pulled along by his rope bound cock. He was in total confusion what was going to happen to him, adding to the confusion was the fact that his cock was standing stiff and leaking precum. He heard his kidnappers talking and laughing in Spanish then they stopped. He felt a hand milk his cock and a finger run over his glans gathering his precum.
"Delicious" Carlos whispered in his ear, "not far now."
Paul heard a dog barking quite close, the air turned cool, he supposed they had entered some sort of barn. A door closed behind him. He was pulled forward, causing more precum to ooze out, and again it was collected but by a rougher hand this time. Ramon he guessed. Another door closed. They began to untie his hands, but immediately stretched them out and up and tied them to wooden beams. His legs were forced apart and a cane, he guessed, was tied to each ankle. The rope around his cock and balls was pulled down and tied fairly tightly to the cane. He was spread-eagled, totally at their mercy! The blindfold was removed, he blinked his eyes, trying to take in his surroundings as he got used to the sunlight streaming in through an opening ten foot up in the opposite wall, which was about 20 feet away. They'd walked about 6 steps in so he figured there was 10 feet behind him, it was roughly square. The wall in front was fully shelved and he could see dildos, chains, belts, harnesses the full Torturer's Chamber!
Carlos and Ramon stood in front of him, their eyes gleaming as they started to undress, Ramon was totally hairless apart from a small rectangle of thick black hair above his massive cock. Carlos had a sinewy, muscled body which was covered in short, curly black hair apart from a shaved crotch, he fondled his cock which grew to 8 inches and was thicker than Paul's, precum started to form, Ramon leaned over scooped it up, popping his finger straight into Paul's gaping mouth. Paul jumped, then quickly sucked it clean.
'Bueno, bueno" encouraged Ramon in a deep voice. Carlos began playing with Ramon's meat until it too stiffened. Paul gasped, It must have been 10 inches long and was as thick as his wrist.
"OH MY GOD!" he thought, "I can't take that!"
"Enjoying my cousin's beautiful prick are you? You'll enjoy it even more when it's choking you, or splitting that fine white arse!"
" I can't take that" Paul pleaded, his eyes glazed with fear.
"Did I ask you a question boy, and where was the Sir? I think you had better learn what happens to naughty little boys, and if you scream don't worry there's no one near for miles"
He turned and spoke to Ramon who went to the shelves and returned with a table tennis bat. Going behind Paul he gave him three hard slaps on each cheek, Paul slumped in pain, tears welling up then streaming down his face. His half hard cock shrank to nothing again.
Carlos moved in closer, lifting his chin with his hand, "Now do you see what happens when you disobey me?" Paul nodded sobbing, then gasped as Carlos gently licked the tears away. "If you are good to me and Ramon, we can be nice to you." He moved even closer and kissed Paul full on the lips, pushing with his tongue till Paul opened his mouth. Carlos fucked his mouth with his tongue for several seconds and as he withdrew he gently stroked Paul's cock until it started to harden again. Reaching with his other hand he wrapped it round Ramon's monster, squeezing upwards he gathered the copious precum onto his fingers and placed them by Paul's lips. He needed no second bidding as he greedily licked the fingers clean of the sweet tasting goo.
"Good boy, good boy" purred Carlos as he knelt and took Paul's cock into his mouth and straight down his throat in one expert thrust.
Paul gasped and his cock stiffened like a rod of iron, then he bucked his hips forward as Ramon forced a dry finger right up his tight boyhole, pushing it firmly in and until Paul loosened up and started moaning in pleasure. Then Ramon found his prostrate and began rubbing it furiously. "OH MY GOD" Paul screamed as his cock grew bigger than ever before, blasting his load of hot spunk into Carlos, who quickly drew back to his cock head and let the hot, thick, boy spunk fill his mouth.
Paul collapsed against his ropes, he had NEVER come like that before, it was awesome. As he came around he felt Ramon's finger gently stroking his prostrate and his flaccid cock began to rise again. Seeing this Ramon unceremoniously pulled his finger out creating a loud plop. Carlos felt his burgeoning prick and quickly untied the rope.
"We'll forget the words, pretend they were screams" he said as he straightened up. "Now it's our turn" he leered as they stood in front of Paul fondling each others rigid cocks.
THE LOST HIKER - PART THREE.
Ramon bent and untied his ankles from the cane, then he and Carlos untied his wrists. They waited a few seconds as Paul tried to restore the circulation in his limbs, then led him to a padded bench which had been out of sight behind him. Placing him on his back they positioned him so that his head hung off the bench, then placed a stool under his head that placed his mouth and throat in a straight line. A thick strip of cloth was passed round his forehead and tied under the stool, immobilising his head. Paul started to tremble and sweat, imagining Ramon's monster cock fucking his throat, his cock shrivelled away again. Another piece of thick cloth was placed round his waist and tied tightly off beneath the bench. They pushed his legs up, back, and apart, tying rope around his ankles which they secured to two steel rings hanging from chains attached to a beam about 8 foot high. They ran along the beam and down one wall. Ramon went to the chain and pulled down, raising Paul's legs in the air. Carlos called "Bueno" and the chain was fastened off. Paul moaned, his bum was just off the bench and he was supporting himself from the neck to the middle of his back. His legs, stretched wide and pulled back were already beginning to ache. They took his arms and tied them along the bench's legs. He was opened up and totally vulnerable.
Without thinking he pleaded "Please stop now. Please! Please I can't ta." He shut up, realising what he'd done and softly started crying.
"Oh Paul, if only you'd remember and be obedient, and no Sir too, I'm afraid this punishment will be worse, far worse" Turning to Ramon he spoke rapidly in Spanish. Ramon went to the shelves, returning with a tray of various objects, which he placed on the floor by Carlos. He stood, handing Carlos a paddle, and holding one himself. They stood on either side of Paul's exposed bum.
"Listen carefully," instructed Carlos, "you will get 12 strokes, me first then Ramon alternatively, I want you to shout out the number of each stroke, you may scream, moan, BUT, for any other word I can understand you will receive 1 lash of the cane. Do you understand" he said looking hard at Paul.
"Y y y yes Master" Paul stuttered.
"Master is good, I like that."
Paul gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes tight shut, once again he felt terrified, would his ordeal never end? THWACK, the first stroke landed, "God" Paul thought "this is far worse than the bats" then remembering, shouted "One" By the time he'd received 8 he was a blubbering wreck, croaking out the numbers almost inaudibly. After 10 he could cope no longer, "Please, no more, Master" he whimpered. THWACK, "Eleven" he moaned twisting his bum, which felt as if it was on fire. THWACK, "T t t twelve" he managed weakly, almost passing out from the incredible pain he felt in his whole body.
"Paul oh Paul, four words I heard, but you did say Master. You must learn, if I say something I will carry it out, speaking will only make things worse." Carlos bent down and showed Paul the cane, thin bamboo, very supple as he swished it through the air. Ramon approached Paul's head, bent forward and began to kiss him gently. Paul was so confused, then THWACK, the cane landed, "Aaaaaagggghhh" he moaned into Ramon's mouth, "one" he mumbled THWACK, "two" he cried, his bum now felt totally numb, but the cane felt like a red-hot poker. He never said four, he did pass out!
He came round in a few seconds to find it was now Carlos kissing him and Ramon was rubbing something wonderfully soothing all over his throbbing bum, and the pain was slowly receding.
"There, there my beautiful boy, please do as I say next time, I don't want to hurt you, only give ourselves pleasure, you have such a lovely body, so full of youth, so full of promise. I only said we might kill you to frighten you, to make you more compliant. But you must obey me, O.K?"
"Yes Master" Paul said timidly.
"Now, open your mouth and suck my prick, it's been waiting so long" murmured Carlos moving behind Paul's head, "soon we will feed you and let you sleep. Wait, would you like a drink?"
"Yes Master" said Paul only now realising how thirsty he was.
Carlos lifted the stool raising his head to a drinking position, Ramon put a large glass off yellowish liquid to his lips, it smelt of aniseed, he sipped, it tasted delicious, he let Ramon feed it to him until it was all gone. Carlos replaced the stool and rubbed his thick 8 inches across his lips, Paul savoured the oozing precum, Ramon was massaging his ass again, running a finger up and down his pucker. He opened his mouth wide relishing the thought of Carlos's beautiful brown cock, as it slowly entered him he ran his tongue lovingly round the head trying to get into the foreskin, he felt great and in the back of his mind he thought "They've drugged me, so what"
He let Carlos feed him more of his thick 8 inches until it hit the back of his throat, as Carlos pushed he gagged, Carlos eased back, "Breath through your nose bambino" he encouraged pushing for ward again, "Relax your throat" he tried and felt Ramon's mouth start sucking his cock as he continued to play with his boy hole. The cock went in, he breathed quickly through his mouth, as he started to gag again Ramon forced two fingers straight up his bum to the hilt, he started and all 8 inches of cock went in his mouth. Paul gasped around it, finding his breathing had settled. Ramon now had three fingers up him, rapidly frigging his arse, hitting his prostrate every time. He felt wonderful his body glowed, his throat opened and closed around Carlos's cock and Ramon's fingers were bringing his rigid cock to orgasm. His balls tightened, Carlos forced his cock as far as it would go. Paul's cock erupted once more sending boy cum all over his body. Carlos followed filling his gullet with spunk, then drawing out until just the spurting cockhead lay in Paul's mouth, who sucked and swallowed for all he was worth.
As he came down from his high Carlos and Ramon changed places. Once again he started to tremble in panic, "No, no Paul, don't panic, all I want you to do this time is suck his prickhead, it is too soon for anything else." Paul relaxed and started to enjoy his body again when Carlos eased two well lubed fingers back into his boyhole searching for his prostrate. He licked the enormous knob of Ramon's huge 10 inch cock, relishing the steady trickle of precum. Opening his mouth wide he let Ramon ease his knob inside as he started to suck. His own cock began to rise when Carlos found his prostrate and began to massage it, once again his body glowed. Even more when he felt a warm mouth envelop his cock, swallowing it down to his pubic hair, and Carlos's throat started massaging his precum leaking prick. Ramon was busily wanking his shaft, and Paul felt his huge knob swell even bigger. His jaws were aching but he knew Ramon was close, which seemed to spur him towards his 3rd orgasm of the day. Ramon shot, load after load of hot, thick, sticky spunk filled Paul's mouth to overflowing leaking from his mouth to run down his cheeks and Ramon scooped it up, putting it back into Paul's mouth as he withdrew his softening cock. It was too much for his overexcited young body, he tensed and for the 3rd time that day his cock exploded. Carlos moved back to his cockhead, greedily swallowing Paul's sweet boy juice, and at the same time he thrust a dildo about the same size as Paul's cock firmly up his arse. Paul bucked and fed even more boyjuice to Carlos who lapped it up.
All three of them came slowly down from their highs, Ramon and Carlos released him from his bonds, and Carlos began to anoint his aching body with an aromatic ointment which eased away his aches and pains. "Gypsy magic" said Carlos, meanwhile Ramon went out of a door behind the bench, returning with a large jug of what looked like thick creamy milk. He filled a glass giving it to Paul. "Drink this, It's a food supplement, better for you than solids I think" Carlos said continuing to massage his body.
Paul finished three glasses of the rich, delicious drink and began to feel drowsy, "There's a mild herbal sedative in it, to help you sleep easier. If I judged correctly you'll sleep like a baby for a good 8 hours." Carlos was telling him from what seemed like far away. He felt strong arms lift him and carry him towards the new door, then he drifted off to sleep. Behind the door there was a small corridor with several more doors leading off, Carlos opened one, inside was a single cot. Ramon placed him on it and Carlos tied his wrists together with a piece of cloth, attaching it to a chain hanging above the bed head, it afforded him a little movement, but he wouldn't be able to reach the butt plug lodged firmly in his arse. They left, closing and locking the door behind them.
END. If you have enjoyed it and/or think I should continue please let me know, INSILVA92@aol.com