Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 10:31:06 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: THE LOST HIKER PART 4

   Paul came slowly round, soft morning light streaming through a small
window above the bed. He went to stretch, then stopped, restrained by the
chain. Memories of yesterday's ordeal flooded through his clearing brain,
bringing back his fears. He heard a key turn in the lock, the door opened
and in walked Carlos, dressed only in a pair of cotton shorts, his
hirsute body glistening with water droplets. "Good Morning Cara" he said
cheerily, "sleep well?" Paul went to answer then stopped, looking at
Carlos with fear. "Come, come Bambino, you may speak. In fact today the
rules are different. You may speak at any time, as long as you are
positive. No *It hurts* or *Please stop.* Do you understand?" "Yes
Master" Paul sighed. Carlos untied his wrists, helped him to his feet and
led him into another room via the corridor. It was a bathroom. Pointing
to the toilet Carlos told him to remove the butt plug, use the toilet and
shower. "When you are done press the button by the door once and we'll
get on with the next stage." "Yes Master." Carlos left again locking the
door.
   Full of conflicting emotions, and a desperate need for the loo, Paul
quickly took in his surroundings. The room was about 12 feet square,
tiled all over, as well as the floor, in white ceramic tiles, apart from
a large stainless steel shower with no curtain, with a shelf. Opposite
was a floor to ceiling four foot wide mirror. There was the usual shower
head with another hose running from it that finished in a 7 inch
stainless steel rod with four rows of holes an inch apart running down
it. He shuddered guessing what it was for. Sitting on the toilet, next to
a bidet he reached back and removed the butt plug giving a jolt as it
exited non too gently, he threw it into the shower and finished the job
in hand. Afterwards he took a long hot shower wondering how was he going
to get out of this mess and worrying because he knew he was beginning to
like certain aspects of it. When he had finished he skimmed as much water
off his young body he could and standing, trembling slightly, by the door
he pressed the button.
   He waited for what he thought was ten minutes, them pressed again. Ten
seconds later the key turned and Carlos walked in, he was naked, his hair
plastered over his body, he had obviously showered too. He glared at
Paul, "WHAT WERE MY INSTRUCTIONS?" he shouted.
   Totally confused Paul stammered "T t t t to use the toilet, um, to s s s
shower and to push the button...Master" he added.
   "To push the Button ONCE BOY" emphasised Carlos, "when are you going
to learn to do as you're told? Much more of this and I will have to think
about replacing you. You are an intelligent boy, think before you act or
speak."
   Paul started to tremble again, what did he mean *replacing you* what
was his punishment to be? He felt totally lost and vulnerable once more.
"Kneel in the shower facing the mirror, rest your head on your arms and
get your white arse high in the air" Commanded Carlos. As Paul hurried to
obey he went to a wall mounted cabinet, removing several items to the
shelf, giving Paul a pad for his knees and a thick oblong of leather,
"You may use that to bite on. This will punish you" he said, showing Paul
a rubber hose about 18 inches long. "You will receive 10 strokes, you
know what will happen if you ask me to stop in any way?" "Y y y yess
Mmmaster, I d d deserve to b bbe punished for being d d disobedient" he
stuttered, trembling and frightened, but beginning to think. And
curiously he felt his cock stirring, *God, am I beginning to enjoy this?*
he thought.
   Carlos stood and admired the quaking boys beautiful bottom, so white
against his tan, so smooth, totally hairless, well muscled, a true
bubble-butt. *Yes hair next* he thought, raising his hand, bringing the
hose down angled across it "One" Paul shot forward howling, he'd never
felt pain like, tears streaming once more he bit deeply into the leather.
Carlos continued to ten, Paul lay on the shower floor a sobbing wreck,
his bum was on fire, the pain was excruciating and it felt as if his
heart was beating in each tender cheek
   Lifting him gently up Carlos held him rubbing his back, "All over now,
you did well, I'm proud of you, but today there will be no balm, you must
remember what happens if you don't obey" "T t t thank yyyou Master"
sobbed Paul into his shoulder. "Look in the mirror." Paul turned his head
and cried out, the lashes were turning to weals and Carlos had placed
them so precisely that they looked like arrows pointing to his bum hole.
"Feel them" he lightly touched one, wincing on contact. It was red-hot
and so tender. "Thank you Master for giving me something to remind me to
obey" Paul was learning fast! "Good boy, now for your enema." Carlos took
a dollop of Vaseline from a jar on the shelf, rubbed it around the steel
rod, took another dollop "Grasp the rail under the shelf and stick your
butt out. I'll do this gently, I think your bum has had enough
punishment, for the moment" Paul did as he was told and felt Carlos
gently insert a finger into his boyhole, working it around until he
relaxed, the finger was removed and the steel rod slowly inserted to it's
full length. Paul's cock began to rise. "The water is body temperature,"
explained Carlos "hold it in until I tell you to let it out" turning on
the tap. Strange emotions coursed through Paul's body as the water slowly
filled him, he grasped the rail tighter as Carlos began to gently massage
his distending belly. Just as he thought he would have to risk further
punishment Carlos turned the tap off, still massaging his bulging belly
"Hush, hush just a few more minutes, now clench" said Carlos, quickly
pulling the rod out. Paul concentrated on keeping his boyhole closed as
his stomach cramped. Carlos kept rubbing, murmuring encouragement in his
ear. Paul thought he could hold on no longer, "O.K. now" Carlos said
helping him up and to the toilet. Paul sighed in relief, his bowels
exploding into the pan. This was repeated twice. By the fourth and fifth
times Paul was totally at ease with it, and was allowed to drain out over
the shower drain. "Well done Mi Cara, you are spotless inside, now for
your hair!"
   *What hair* Paul thought.*He sported a # 4, short enough surely?*
Carlos knelt before him and applied shaving soap to his navel trail, his
cock and balls. Paul went bright red and felt his balls disappear into
his body, this what too much, but what could he do. Carlos picked up a
razor and proceeded to expertly shave him, massaging his balls till they
refilled out his sac, almost lovingly caressing them with the razor. Once
again Paul felt totally humiliated, where would this end? Carlos stood,
"Lift up your right arm" he shaved that "Now the left. Now turn around.
Good, your arse is still perfectly hairless, so that pleasure will be
mine when you're older." *When I'm older? What does he mean* Paul
wondered. "Kneel" ordered Carlos. Picking up a pair of scissors he cut
Paul's hair as short as he could, then he shaved his head bare. "I think
I'll leave the eyebrows, this time. "Get under the shower and rinse
everything off" Obeying instantly Paul stood under the warm water, it
stung his bottom terribly and he began to whimper quietly to himself.
When he'd finished he stood dejectedly looking at the floor. "Look at
yourself in the mirror" Carlos told him, lifting his chin in his hand.
Paul stared, fascinated, he looked about 14 years old, and his head
seemed to be wearing a skull cap where his white skin contrasted with his
suntan, he suddenly felt very sexy! "Beautiful, beautiful" Carlos
whispered in his ear. He took his hand and led him into the corridor,
then into the barn.

END.
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