THE LOST HIKER PART FOURTEEN. AUTHORITARIAN
mm, bondage, mild S & M, non consensual. This is a fantasy 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.
Relief didn't last long, however, as Juan approached and ran his cock along Paul's lips. Paul opened his mouth again, "If this keeps up I'll get lockjaw." he thought, as Juan's thick, 7 inch cock was pushed into his mouth. Juan didn't push it in too far, just the cockhead and about an inch of thick shaft, Paul took the hint and reached up to pull back the foreskin and concentrate on polishing Juan's knob. Juan leaned over Paul's body and lapped up the boyjuices from his quivering cockhead, but never taking his boycock into his mouth. Paul noticed a pair of hairy legs come up behind Juan. He realised Carlos was fucking Juan when Juan's cock shot to the entrance of his throat on the initial insertion, but Juan soon pulled it back. It didn't take long after that before he felt Juan's knob swell and his mouth was awash with his salty cum, he managed to swallow it all. He went to relax when Carlos thrust his thick 8 inches straight into Paul's aching mouth, Paul groaned around it, his jaws couldn't take much more as the tart tasting cock was steadily pushed down his throat Hoping to speed things up Paul began a rhythmic swallowing motion. Fresh from Juan's ass Carlos was close to orgasm. As Paul's throat muscles massaged the thick 8 inch cock thrust down his throat he felt the spunk race up Carlos's shaft and spurt straight into his body, no need to worry about spilling any cum this time! While Carlos was cumming Master A was easing the dildo from Paul's fully stretched hole, as it exited with a loud plop Paul's boyhole gaped open his bright red ass lips hanging out, the cum and cream inside his boychute clearly visible. Carlos pulled his cock from Paul's mouth and the attendant Timmo quickly eased it into his mouth to clean it.
"Ooooohhhh God, put it back, please. Please put it back," cried Paul, "or somebody else fuck me. I need my hole filled again." Carlos lifted his head. "Your wish will be granted mi amor." He told him "Look!" Paul gazed down his body, Master A had put on a pair of white surgical gloves and was liberally covering them with the cream. He made a fist with his right hand, it was as big as a grapefruit! "Oh no, not that," Paul cried out, "it's far too big, it will split me in two!" Using both hands Master A began to push at his ass lips, then he inserted four fingers of his right hand up to the middle knuckles, alternating with his left he set up a steady fucking motion. "Please, no more" moaned Paul, his pulse quickening, his whole body becoming red, suffused with blood. Sweat covered him from head to foot as Master A had his right hand at it's widest pushing against Paul's resisting sphincter. The others were stroking him and kissing him, murmuring words of encouragement. Paul was oblivious hearing only the blood pounding in his head, feeling only the pain as the large fist pushed to gain entrance to his boychute. His cock had gone limp, his body focussed on resisting the relentless invader. Master A steadied his right arm with his left hand and pushed even harder. He was in! "Aaaggghhhhhhhhh" Paul screamed, and promptly passed out.
Seconds later he came round, Mater A had stopped all movement, letting Paul get used to his fist. "You are doing really well mi amor" soothed Pablo, "not much longer to go. I told you we wouldn't do anything to you that your body couldn't take, the more you relax the easier it will be for you. Here, drink this;" and he fed him more of the liquid. "When you are ready let us know." Paul lay still letting his body get used to the fist, the others still lavishing loving attention to his body. He felt so strange, he had a man's fist inside him, and he was beginning to get used to it! His heartbeat was almost normal but he was still sweating profusely, the pain of Master A's entry had gone , replaced with a pleasing feeling of fullness. "I think I'm ready." He croaked. Master A leaned forward, taking his flaccid boycock fully into his mouth. He began a gentle fucking motion with his hand. "Oh God, yessssssss" groaned Paul beginning to enjoy the dual sensations his cock and boyhole were sending to his fevered brain. His cock rapidly stiffened and Master A started a swallowing motion causing precum to dribble down his throat. Locating Paul's prostate he began to massage it. He lifted his head, Timmo took his place swallowing Paul's throbbing knob straight down his throat. Master A repositioned himself, placing the knob of his 9 inch cock alongside his wrist at the entrance to Paul's well stretched boyhole, with a smile he pushed forward "Aaaaaagggghhhhh" Paul screamed out as pain seared through his aching body. Master A began fucking him relentlessly, Paul was sobbing uncontrollably once more, crying "NO, NO, NO MORE, PLEASE, NO MORE! Even with the pain Timmo's expert throat muscles were doing their job, when he felt Paul's hot cock begin to swell he eased back until he was holding the cockhead firmly in his mouth, grasping the rigid shaft he gave it a couple of tosses. That was enough, Paul erupted in his mouth, his body bucking wildly, he had the most fantastic orgasm of his young life, his boy hole continually spasming, trying to close around Master A's still fucking arm and cock, as jet after jet of steaming hot boy cum shot into Timmo's mouth. The extra pressure from Paul's spasming hole was the final straw for Master A, he pushed in as far as he could, shooting his load deep within Paul. The awesome spectacle was too much for the others and they wanked furiously over the writhing boy's body, covering it with their thick spunk as they came. The smell of man sex was tangible in the air, as slowly they all came down to earth. Paul groaned softly as Master A eased his softening cock and then his fist from the boy's ravaged, gaping hole.
He took another jar, removed his gloves, and started to apply the balm to Paul's tortured flesh. Paul moaned again , then began to relax as the soothing balm took effect, easing the ache and causing his hole to slowly close to resemble something near normal. " Oh mi amor, you have done so well, you have exceeded all our hopes. Come, it's nearly over now." They began to remove him from the sling. "Nearly over?" Paul thought. "What else can they do to me, what else can I take?" They lifted him, legs stretched wide, and carried his cum soaked body over to a bench where Master A sat, legs apart as Timmo, on his knees, sucked on his thick 9 inch cock. When they arrived Timmo moved, Master A's cock standing proud, it glistened with Paul's own cum, Timmo had not swallowed, but kept it for this. In one movement they lowered Paul onto the stiff member, his stretched hole accepting it with ease. Paul felt Master A's pubes and balls and knew he was fully impaled. They let him go and he sat there supported only by Master A's stiff prick.
"Slave, this is your new Master, serve him well and he will treat you well. He chose you 5 days ago, and we believe he has made a good choice." Pablo intoned. "5 days ago?" thought Paul, "I haven't been here 5 days have I?" Pablo went behind Master A and removed his mask. Paul looked up. It was Hans! Paul fainted.
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