Paul slumped against Pablos legs, totally enervated, "What do you think youre doing Boy!" Carlos shouted. "Clean him up, my Slave rests when I tell him to, not when HE feels like it, his Master must be served first!" Paul quickly lent forward and started to tongue his spunk from Pablos smooth hard legs. Carlos reached down undoing his wrists, giving him the chance to balance himself and do a better job. As he moved his hands away he brushed across his bum, giving himself a

The door opened, in walked Pablo still wearing nothing more than tight white boxers, which showed off his sturdy dancers thighs to perfection, and highlighted his bulging packet beautifully. With him was a middle-aged guy in a pair of jeans and T-shirt. "This is Juan, he will shave you, he is very good at it, but will have to move you into positions as he is dumb. When he is finished he will bring you to the barn for the Ceremony. And you," Pablo said, turning to Timmo "did you clean the Boy out properly?" "Yes Master" "Well see!" said Pablo. "Boy come here." Pablo ordered, walking to the shower rod. Paul got up and went over to him. "Bend and grab the rail.

"Go and kneel on the mat in front of the bench" he ordered. "Oh I forgot, if you have any thoughts of your young German friend, Hans isnt it? coming looking for you forget them. My cousin Rafael who does the reception has told him you phoned up to say you had met some Spanish friends and would he empty the room and store your stuff and that youd be by in a few weeks to pick it up. Hans left reception in a foul mood. But dont worry Bambino you have me to take care of you now." Paul didnt know what to think, he had started to accept, even enjoy some of what was happening to him

Paul lay there panicking, theyd been gone at least minutes, his body felt so different to anything hed ever felt before, he felt like a giant cock in a giant mouth, The sensations he was feeling were incredible His inch cock was stiff and erect, he was covered in sweat, his bum cheeks ached from their beating, the inside of his boyhole seemed filled with acid biting ants, and his sphincter was stretched too wide, all this combined with the vibration from the inches around butt plug would surely bring him off. Would that earn him more punishment? He had no idea, but as the precum began to leak, almost in a stream, from his piss slit, he felt he couldnt care less as

Relief didnt last long, however, as Juan approached and ran his cock along Pauls lips. Paul opened his mouth again, "If this keeps up Ill get lockjaw." he thought, as Juans thick, inch cock was pushed into his mouth. Juan didnt 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 Juans knob. Juan leaned over Pauls 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.

Although his boy cock was stiffening yet again his bum hole felt really sore and, from the air he could feel moving across it, he knew that it was still unnaturally open. Adding that to his sore and tender nipples and his aching jaw, he was one well and truly fucked boy! "Oooooooohhhhhhh" he groaned as the men began to manhandle his body. Undoing the straps they carried him across the room and placed him in a sling. "Timmos body will support your head" Pablo told him as he removed the blindfold, "we

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 yesterdays 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.

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 wouldnt be allowed to speak to another slave unless given express permission from a Master!" he thought.

As Paul slowly came awake, the memories of yesterdays events came flooding back, he was so confused, he hated the pain, but enjoyed the sex, he enjoyed being controlled he admitted to himself, but the uncertainty worried, no, frightened him. What would be the final outcome? This was his rd day. Could his body take what they would do today? Would Carlos let him go? Could he afford to let him go? His body stopped any further conjecture, he was DESPERATE to piss, and the sleep

Paul was well and truly lost, why on earth had he took what he had thought was a shortcut when he didnt know the area? Hed 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 hed seen the track hed taken it, estimating from its direction it would save him half an hour.