Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2003 10:01:08 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Lost Hiker Part Nine

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.
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