THE LOST HIKER PART NINE.
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.
"Wake up! Wake up! Slave, wake up!" spoken loudly in a guttural accent the words brought Paul out of a deep, dreamless sleep. He went to rub his eyes, but of course the chains stopped him. Sanding by the bed was the blonde lad from the canteen. Sensing that Paul was about to speak he discretely put a finger to his lips. Paul caught on immediately, "a slave wouldn't be allowed to speak to another slave unless given express permission from a Master!" he thought. And slave was right, the blonde wore a thick leather collar with 4 equidistant steel rings attached, both ankles and wrists had similar collars/belts around them as did his waist. The only other thing he was wearing was a pair of very tight, white cotton boxers, which highlighted, pointing straight upwards, a cute soft prick and two surprisingly large balls.
"My Master has instructed me to tell you that you are to come with me and do everything I tell you. You are not to address me at anytime. Any hesitation or talking will be punishable." commanded the blonde. Paul, now fully alert, knew that CCTV watched his every move. No way was he going to get caned again. The blonde unchained him and gave him a bottle of water "Drink it all." He ordered. Paul drank it steadily down, he was very thirsty. "I wonder what herb or drug is in this concoction?" He mused, realising now that drugs were playing a major part in his training, for he had realised that he was being trained, which eased his mind somewhat. If he was being trained he was going to be useful to someone so the threat of death which had been worrying him so much was gone. He finished the drink, the blonde took the bottle from him, dropping it on the bed. "Follow me Slave." He ordered, leading Paul from the bedroom, along the corridor, and into the bathroom. Paul couldn't take his eyes of the perfectly rounded bottom that preceded him, the boxers tight into the crack. "Owww!" moaned Paul his glans in torment yet again as his stiffening cock hit the herbs. He was sure the blonde sniggered.
"You are to use the lavatory, I will then give you an enema, then I will shave your whole body apart from the areas of your body covered by the chastity belt. The Master will deal with that. Start!" Paul could feel himself going red with embarrassment, he didn't want to go to the loo in front of this boy, but he was desperate to. Taking orders from a Master and doing it was bad enough, but the blonde was a kid his own age, and a Slave too, it was humiliating. Gritting his teeth he located the butt plug and was just about to remove it when he froze. "The chastity belt" he thought, "I haven't got the plate in, my piss will soak the herbs and activate them, that can't be right." He looked in panic at the blonde "If I tell him I'll be punished for talking, if I don't who knows what will happen to my cock. If I try to hold back as I shit I'll automatically piss." Half crouched he stared imploringly at the grinning blonde who was enjoying Paul's obvious discomfort. Paul held the chastity belt in one hand and pointed to it with the other, just as the blonde began to tell him to get on with it a voice, which came from a concealed speaker, said "Stop!" The blonde turned to face the door and dropped to his knees, lowering his head. The door flew open and in stormed Pablo dressed only in tight white boxers, he looked really angry. Ignoring the blonde he came up to Paul. "What do you want? Say it loudly enough for that moron to hear." "Master, I need the plate inserted" replied Paul nervously. "Did you hear that Slave?" Pablo shouted as he turned to the blonde. "Y y yes Master" he stuttered. "Well give it to him, then assume position 1 facing the door" Pablo ordered. The blonde hurriedly complied, he inserted the plate, and returned to the door. Stripping off his boxers he knelt and leant forward placing his head on folded arms. His beautiful white butt was totally exposed, it was naturally hairless. Paul could see tremors running through the vulnerable boys body. "Do your business while I attend to him. You did well, I would have had to punish you if you would have spoken, he was given precise instructions what to do, but enjoyed your discomfort too much to remember them."
Paul gingerly removed his butt plug and threw it into the shower, he then continued with his ablutions. Leaving the room Pablo quickly returned with a thin cane, which whistled through the air as he practised a few strokes. He stood to the right side of the trembling blonde. "Watch, and hopefully learn!" he ordered Paul. He delivered six hard blows to the blonde's right buttock, pausing only to hear him count the blows, the blonde shouted out the numbers almost in a scream, and by the sixth he was in obvious distress. He was sobbing uncontrollably and tremors were running through his body, Pablo had placed the blows in parallel lines from the small of his back to the bottom of his buttock. Paul could see that they had almost broken the skin, "God" he thought "they were struck far harder than mine!" Pablo moved to the left and dealt him six more, almost identically placed opposite the first six. "T t t twelve" groaned the boy, his voice almost inaudible beneath the sobs that racked his body. Pablo moved to his head, "Position 2" he ordered. Paul, his eyes glued to the blonde's tortured behind, saw him shuffle his legs apart bringing his tiny pink, rosebud hole into view. SWISH, THWACK he heard as the cane descended into the boys crack, landing fully on his pucker. "THIRTEEN" screamed the blonde in pure agony his head shooting forward off his hands. "That is part of your punishment, the rest will be carried out at the Ceremony. You may thank me then" said Pablo, totally unperturbed. "Y y y yeess M m master" stammered the boy between the sobs and chokes and tears, breathing in ragged bursts. "If he'd have wet those herbs and got the juice on his prick there would have been no Ceremony, you should be thankful we were watching!" "Slave are you finished?" Pablo asked, looking at Paul. Paul dragged his eyes from the blonde's ravaged behind. "Yes Master" "Come here and put this potion on for him," he said taking a pot from the cabinet, "you needn't be gentle." He handed Paul the pot. As Paul started to apply it, as gently as he could, he was amazed at how hot the blondes buttocks were and how proud the weals were to his touch. He hoped the stuff was as good as the lotion he had had put on, his bum felt O.K. now and he'd hardly felt the marks when he touched his buttocks. Angling round he turned his bum to the mirror, he couldn't see a blemish, Thank God! The blonde was wincing and jerking every time Paul touched him, his body still trembling", but his breathing had returned to normal.
"Stand" ordered Pablo. The blonde got shakily to his feet. "Do you think you'll be able to hold the razor steady enough to shave him without cutting him?" "N n no Master" he stuttered. "I didn't think so, give him his enema and I want him as clean as you can get him, then a quick shower, then press the button" continued Pablo as he removed the chastity belt. "I don't think you'll be getting excited for a while looking at that zebra striped ass!" He left the bathroom, Paul leant forward grasping the rail and the blonde very gently inserted the rod in his bottom, looking over his shoulder Paul caught his eye and smiled tentatively at him, the boy tried to smile back, but started sobbing again. Paul knew he could do no more, so he let him carry on with his task. By the time he had washed Paul out seven times he was almost back to normal, as he turned the shower on he looked at Paul, smiled and whispered "Timmo" Paul whispered his own name in reply. Finished both boys knelt facing the door after Timmo had pushed the button.
End of part nine. 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.