Hitching a Ride Part 2

'To taste your cane, Master.'

'I suppose you still think you deserve to be fucked up the arse like the whore you are.'

'Yes, Master.'

'Well you don't, you worthless bag of shit. What are you?'

'A worthless bag of shit, Master.' Simon started to cry. He had never felt so worthless and ashamed in his life.'

'You felt the flogger yesterday. Did you like it?'

'No, Master. Please have mercy.'

'You will now feel the cane. You will ask me to give you six strokes. You are not allowed to come. If you still have a erection after six, you will ask for six more. Understood?'

'Please have mercy, Master.' Simon knew his erection would not go away.

'Ask for the cane.'

'Please cane me, Master,' Simon said through his terrified sobs. He waited. and waited.

Swish. Thwack.

Yes, it hurt; it stung; twice as bad as the whip. I can't take six, he thought as the second blow forced a loud scream out of him.

Charlie's mouth worked over the glans of his long, thin, circumcised dick, making it quite impossible to lose his throbbing erection. In fact, he was nearing an ineluctable orgasm, an orgasm he mustn't have.

The beating had stopped. His arse was on fire. Charlie continued licking around the helmet.

'Are you still hard, boy.'

'Yes, Master. I'm sorry.'

'You will be. Six more. Ask for it nicely.'

'Please cane my wicked arse, Master.'

Simon came with the second stroke. Charlie swallowed and sucked until it hurt almost more than the cane. Simon passed out.

When he came round, Greg was finger fucking his arse. His erection was mercifully gone but that didn't last long as Greg's fingers worked on him, lubricating him this time. Then he felt it. A hard, insistent pressure, demanding access to his virgin hole. Suddenly he didn't care about the pain. All he wanted was to have his master fill him up and use him.

He heard his voice begging. 'Fuck me, fuck me.'

He relaxed and, suddenly, it was in, stretching and tearing at him. He screamed. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his life. Master moved in and out now, increasing his penetration at each thrust until Simon felt his master's balls slapping against his own at each stroke.