THE LOST HIKER PART SEVEN.
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.
Paul lay there panicking, they'd been gone at least 10 minutes, his body felt so different to anything he'd ever felt before, he felt like a giant cock in a giant mouth, The sensations he was feeling were incredible His 6 inch cock was stiff and erect, he was covered in sweat, his bum cheeks ached from their beating, the inside of his boyhole seemed filled with acid biting ants, and his sphincter was stretched too wide, all this combined with the vibration from the 4inches around butt plug would surely bring him off. Would that earn him more punishment? He had no idea, but as the precum began to leak, almost in a stream, from his piss slit, he felt he couldn't care less as his mind began to shut down and his body took over, if he came, he came, the rest would have to be dealt with later. A door opened and Carlos and Pablo returned, Carlos walked over and switched off the butt plug seconds before Paul surrendered to his bodies carnal desires. "Just in time I think, we wouldn't dream of letting you cum alone." Paul sighed deeply, more in disappointment than relief. Pablo resumed his position and began licking up the copious amount of precum that had pooled on his belly, poking gently in and out of his navel, then he took his ball sac, pulled down and took both balls into his hot mouth sucking and licking them avidly as he placed his ass directly over Paul's face "Lick and suck my ass, fuck my hole with your tongue" he hissed "fuck it and suck it till I shoot my Spanish milk all over your pretty face." Paul eagerly applied himself to the task, savouring the delicate muskiness that came from the smooth, hairless bum. Veeing his tongue he pushed into Pablo's hole penetrating it easily, holding steady as Pablo started a gentle rocking motion, releasing his balls he took Paul's rigid prick into his mouth and down his throat in one easy motion, causing Paul to moan loudly.
Carlos meanwhile was pushing the butt plug in and out of his boyhole, but never coming past his sphincter, he continually turned it round and around. As Pablo took Paul deep into his throat he pulled it clear, replacing it with a longer, well greased dildo which he rammed home to it's full 9 inches, it's circumference was 5-1/2 inches with a 6 inch corona. Paul bucked as much as he could under his restrained circumstances, groaning loudly, as his boyhole felt stretched to breaking point. His tongue slipped out of Pablo's hole as he screamed out in agony. Smack! Pablo's hand hit his be-ribbonned ass cheek, so he quickly pushed his tongue back home. His ass hurt like Hell and he could feel tears trickling down his cheeks, his tongue was aching, his ass felt on fire again and the feelings in and around his hole defied description. Watching Carlos start to work the dildo in and out of Paul's enlarged hole proved too much for Pablo, repositioning himself he sprayed his cum all over Paul's face, then he pushed the knob into his mouth. "Clean me." He ordered, which Paul quickly did as Pablo tongued his face clean savouring his own sticky spunk. Missing Pablo's expert mouth his cock softened, the only sensation now was the relentless pounding in his hole, even the corona continually rubbing his prostate caused no arousal. Pablo had climbed down to join Carlos, together they watched with mounting pleasure as Carlos brought the dildo further and further out till only its knobhead was left in on the out stroke, then he pulled it fully out eliciting another scream of agony from Paul who thought he would pass-out. He paused for a second, then rammed it fully home, causing Paul to scream even louder, a real turn-on for the two men.. Paul was in absolute agony at this abuse, his whipped buttocks totally forgotten, he was sure his hole must be ripped open and bleeding, he wanted to die of shame ... And then, as his lips accommodated themselves more and more around the well greased dildo, his prostate kicked in and he began to feel less and less pain and more and more pleasure, his screams and groans becoming moans of pleasure, lust. He couldn't believe it HIS COCK WAS HARD AGAIN!
"Look" said Carlos, "he is ready for the last phase." He eased the dildo out of Paul's hole, and they both looked approvingly at the beautiful boyhole gaping open before them. Paul felt empty, he didn't believe it but he felt denied, he wanted something back up his chute, rubbing his prostate, stretching his hole, FILLING him. Carlos obliged him by stuffing his rigid 8 inch thick cock straight into him, not stopping until his pubes ground against Paul's burning flesh. "More Master, more. Feed me your beautiful cock. Don't stop, fuck me hard! Please Master, do it now, I want all of your big fat cock!" Then another sensation! Pablo began to push a 5 inch around, rubbery dildo into him beneath Carlos's cock. Paul was in ecstasy at this extra intrusion and gasped when it continued into him for at least 10 inches before Pablo started fucking him with it . The extra friction and pressure were bringing Carlos close, and when Pablo began fondling his balls he couldn't hold back and he erupted into Paul filling his stomach with shot after shot of steamy manjuice. All this was too much for Paul, when he felt Carlos's hot spunk hitting his insides his balls tightened and unbelievably, he shot another load high in the air, landing on his chest and belly.
Carlos eased his cock and the dildo from the boys burning hole, walked to his head and said "You have done so well Bambino, now finish the job, clean my prick!" and he placed his cock in Paul's waiting mouth. Paul eagerly applied himself to the task. Pablo picked up a jar of ointment and gently started to apply it to the boy's bright red, wealed buttocks, "This will help them heal quicker, and ease the pain." He told Paul, then he took up another jar and smoothed the contents around and into his still gaping hole, his tender boy hole closed a little and he hardly felt Pablo insert the same butt plug he'd slept in last night. The creams felt so soothing, he began to feel a warm glow of contentment as he continued to nuzzle on Carlos's softening cock. "Enough mi amor" whispered Carlos, drawing his cock from the boy's beautiful mouth, "or you'll have me hard again!" They both moved to his torso and tongued off his drying cum, playfully nipping his nipples and kissing his chest and belly. Pablo took his cockhead in his mouth gently cleaning it, then he eased the foreskin back and cleaned his knob, while Carlos cleaned his shaft and balls.
When he was clean they released him and massaged his aching limbs. Then they fed him another milky drink and helped him to his bed. Shackling his arms as yesterday they left him to recover in sleep. Just before he drifted off Paul thought, "I think it's worth it, the pain for such exquisite pleasure, but it still frightens me that I might do something really bad. What would they do to me then?
End of part seven, part eight to follow If you have enjoyed it and have any comments please let me know, INSILVA92@aol.com
THE LOST HIKER PART EIGHT.
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. Part 7has been amended ,you may wish to re-cap before you read Part 8.
As Paul slowly came awake, the memories of yesterdays events came flooding back, he was so confused, he hated the pain, but enjoyed the sex, he enjoyed being controlled he admitted to himself, but the uncertainty worried, no, frightened him. What would be the final outcome? This was his 3rd day. Could his body take what they would do today? Would Carlos let him go? Could he afford to let him go? His body stopped any further conjecture, he was DESPERATE to piss, and the sleep butt plug was reminding him how badly he wanted to shit, and he was so thirsty. "God," he thought, "if some one doesn't come soon I'll piss myself, and probably force this plug out like a rubber bullet!" even in his predicament that caused him to giggle. He swung around and found the shackles had enough play for him to stand, relief flooding through him when he felt no pain as his buttocks rubbed on the sheet. He moved from one foot to the other which eased his need to piss.
He didn't know it, but when he stood he triggered an alarm so that his captors knew he was awake. Pablo was sent to deal with him.
Paul heard a key turn in the lock and looked to the door expectantly. "Buenas Dias Boy" greeted Pablo, dressed in a pair of baggy shorts, with a towel draped around his sensuous neck. "Which is worse, your need for the toilet or your thirst?" "My thirst, Pa ... Master" Paul replied remembering his place. Pablo handed him the bottle of chilled liquid he was carrying. "Not too much, then I'll take you to the bathroom." Paul drank eagerly from the bottle and was disappointed when Pablo took it from him. "You can finish it when you've been to the bathroom and showered" he said. When they got to the bathroom Pablo told him to use the toilet, shower, press the button and kneel on the mat in front of the door, "Make sure you do just what I told you. Oh, of course, you may finish the water, after you've showered, but before you buzz. Understand?" "Yes Master" Paul replied as Pablo left, locking the door behind him. Paul used the toilet after gingerly easing the butt plug from his boyhole. Relief flooded his body as he discharged yesterday's excesses. He took a long leisurely shower, gently cleaning his tender buttocks, pleased to feel that the weals had gone down considerably. He was about to give himself an enema when he remembered Pablo's words, so he soaped up a couple of fingers and eased them into his boyhole. It felt a little tender, but nowhere near as bad as he expected it to after yesterdays double insertion. His cock began to stir, so he turned the water to cold and finished off, he was afraid he'd get more punishment if he wanked, but he was beginning to feel randy again. Drinking the rest of the water, he put the bottle down, pressed the button, and knelt expectantly on the mat.
Within seconds the door opened and there stood Pablo naked now but for the towel his beautiful cock pointing straight at Paul's mouth, his long foreskin completely covering his knob. Behind and to his side was Ramon, he too was naked, his snake, half hard hung down his leg. "Very good Boy, we were watching you on camera, you did all that you were told." Said Pablo. Paul blushed at the thought of being watched, then felt so relieved that he hadn't given in to his body's desires and wanked! "Suck me Boy, get your Spanish milk" ordered Pablo stepping forward. Paul gladly took the delicious cock into his mouth, pushing his tongue between the foreskin and knobhead, relishing the taste of precum. "Not now Boy, swallow me, I need to come." And he pushed slowly forward. Paul gagged a little, but found it much easier to take Pablo's smooth, stiff cock down his throat, quickly finding his nose in the surprisingly silky pubic hair of his favourite Spaniard. He saw Ramón move to his side and felt him lift his cock, before he could react he'd fastened his cock into some metal contraption, tying it off around his balls, under his legs and back around his waist. Placing his hands on Paul's head to regulate his fucking, Pablo explained. "I think you call it chastity belt, it is a small metal tube, at the top is a sachet of herbs, if you get hard and your knob touches them it will feel like you've put your prick in nettles and your erection will go down. Like all the things we use it is an old Romany recipe." "Oh God," thought Paul, "how many times will I do that today?" All further conjecture stopped when he felt Pablo's throbbing cock begin to thicken, Pablo eased back into his mouth, and Paul felt the spunk race up his shaft to erupt into his waiting mouth. He swallowed greedily savouring the warm sweet, saltiness, Pablo held back, then plunged all the way back into his throat to spasm another three times. Paul's cock stiffened, "Aaaaaagggghhh" he screamed, muffled by the softening cock, as he felt a thousand pin-pricks on his emerging glans. His cock deflated. "Works well, doesn't it?" chuckled Pablo, "it did on me too." Ramon too was laughing to himself. Pablo removed his cock. "Let me clean it Master?" pleaded Paul, something to take his mind off his tingling knob. "After you have milked Ramon, and then we'll see to your beautiful behind." "His monster will take my mind off anything!" thought Paul.
Ramon took Pablo's place and presented the enormous knob to Paul's lips, Paul took it into his mouth, grateful that it wasn't fully hard yet. He licked all around and over the hole that was the cock slit, veeing his tongue, he even managed to enter it a little. Ramon began moaning loudly "Chupe! Chupe!" He moaned. "Suck." Translated Pablo. So Paul sucked. The monster stiffened, filling his mouth to capacity. Suddenly, without warning, Ramon went rigid and his mouth was flooded with Ramon's hot, tangy, manseed. Valiantly Paul tried to swallow it all, to no avail as the rest escaped his mouth, streaming down his cheeks. Pablo knelt beside him , licking up the excess off his face. As the monster softened and slid from his aching mouth it was replaced by Pablo's tongue, they kissed and Pablo fed him the spunk that he had just licked up. Straightening up Pablo told Paul to stand. "Bend forward, hold onto my waist." He ordered, holding his cock to Paul's mouth, "Now you can clean it while Ramon treats your behind" Paul willingly took Pablo's soft cock back into his mouth, his hand pulling the long foreskin back so that he could get to work on Pablo's knob. He could feel Ramon smoothing ointment on his buttocks, it was very soothing, he gave a little gasp when Ramon inserted a thick ointment covered finger into his boyhole, but soon relaxed as the ointment started to work. "O.K. that should be enough, now relax and let Ramon put your butt plug back." Paul relaxed and felt the butt plug slide easily in. "God" he thought, "I think I actually missed it. What the hell is happening to me?"
Pablo led the way from the bathroom, Paul staring in awe at his lovely firm brown bum, jiggling in front of him "Fuck" he prayed, "don't let me get hard again!" He was taken to a kitchen and told to sit at the table, Pablo and Ramon left and a lad came in carrying a plate, he was a blonde, with blue eyes, about 5ft 5 tall with a tight, trim body, no muscles to speak of, but carrying not an ounce of excess fat. He was naked except for a pair of denim cut offs, cut so high they were almost obscene. Paul felt his cock stirring and tried to think of anything to take his mind off the blond. No success, his glans rose, touched the herbs and his glans was pin-pricked once again. "Oh shit!" he groaned, writhing on his chair, which only made him more aware of his plug. Sniggering quietly the blonde put the tray in front of him and left the room. Steak and potatoes! It looked and smelt delicious. He suddenly realised it was two days since he'd had solid food. He was starving. In 10 minutes flat he had cleared the plate and finished the glass of water that accompanied it. He sat back replete, the door opened and Pablo came back in. "They must have cameras everywhere." Thought Paul. "No need to ask if you enjoyed it," Pablo said "we saw you did." Confirming Paul's suspicions. "We're going to have a light work-out now, then I'll give you a massage to get rid of any kinks still in your muscles. Afterwards you are to have a siesta to refresh yourself for tonight's activities. Any questions Boy?" "Yes Master, I'll probably need to piss again before I have my siesta, but I have this on?" "Look carefully at it. You see there is a slit all the way round the top apart from a supporting rod either side?" Paul nodded. Thwack! Pablo smacked his cheek. Thwack! then the other one. Paul recoiled and looked at him in amazement, tears welling up in his eyes. "Never ever nod or sign to a Master when he asks you a question. You speak when spoken to. DO YOU UNDERSTAND SLAVE!" "Yyyyes Master" Paul blubbed. "If Carlos was here you would be getting the cane again, but I want tonight's Ceremony to go ahead, so I want you unmarked if possible, but one more lapse and I WILL MARK YOU! Ceremony or no Ceremony GOT IT?" Paul gulped, "Yes Master." "When you want to piss a plate is inserted that stops your piss wetting the herbs, your piss goes everywhere so you do it in the shower, O.K.?" he asked in a normal voice as if nothing had happened. "Yes Master, I understand." Paul replied. "Will I ever learn ?" he thought, "I've made the guy I really, really fancy hit me, and what's this Ceremony he spoke about?"
So for the next couple of hours they worked out, Paul got hard a couple of times, when the sight of Pablo working out got too much for him, and paid the price. He did piss, and it went everywhere. He was given a drink ' to help him sleep' before he was taken back to his room for his siesta. As Pablo fixed his chains he wondered again what mysteries, horrors, pleasures he'd experience later, but luckily for him he'd dropped off before his cock responded.
End of part eight. If you have enjoyed it and have any comments please let me know, INSILVA92@aol.com My email will be closed 11th September till the 19th.