Date: Fri, 10 Oct 2003 07:01:41 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: The Lost Hiker Part 14

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.


The End.
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