Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2003 18:51:18 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Lost Hiker, parts #1 to #3

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.
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