Hitch Hiker

*** Chapter 2

My mind was so preoccupied with all that had happened during the night and how it could change in the so near future.
At just nineteen my body was perfect, and I knew it and I wanted to make the most of it but I needed to consider my future, my apprenticeship my sports rugby and running, how could this new situation affect all that.

I had slept a couple of hours and now I slipped gently into a nice hot bath my razor and soap in hand ready to make my body smooth and silky for Mister John. The simple thought of Mister John kissing me so passionately made my cock stand to attention and made shaving a little more complex.

The long full body mirror was well position behind the bathroom door, my body was not naturally hairy except for my legs from mid-thigh downwards and my forearms. I soaped my legs and shaved them with particular attention. My cock and balls looked clean and neat, my arm-pits also and the small number of hairs around my nipples and chest were now cleared. I finished off with a quick rinse off and dried myself down then a last check in the mirror before applying some Nivea body lotion to sooth the irritation.
My brothers were all out today and my father was at work so just my mother and I as we sat together in the lounge watching the tele and I became more and more agitated as the clock drew closer to 15h.

I saw his car draw up in front of the house as did my mother as Mister John stepped out and made his way to our front door and rang the bell. “That must be your friend come to pick you up, better go and show him in.”

My hands were shaking, and my cock was just getting stiff. I opened the door and saw Mister John in front of me, he was wearing a simple tight pair of yellow hipster slacks with a light cotton multi coloured shirt, as he stepped forward to get into the house, pushing past me to greet my mother seated at the other side of the room. “How wonderful to meet you Mrs Jones, Philip has told so much about you, and may I say what a lovely home you have.” My mother was visibly impressed and thanked him for his kindness and inviting him to have a cup of tea before we left. She teased me into accepting and scorned me for always being in a hurry. My mother got up to prepare some tea in the kitchen as Mister John leaned over me to grab my neck and kiss me as deeply as he could. My cock went stiffer and was more visible through my thin cotton slacks.

As we settled to drink tea together John noticed the family portrait of me with my three brothers, “These are all your sons Mrs Jones, a very handsome group but I think Philip is the sexiest of them all, such a sweet supple physique, very exciting don’t you agree?”
“Philip, stand up let’s have a look at you,” he took my hand and pulled me to my feet, showing off my prominent stiff cock just like a trophy. “Don’t you agree?”

Mister John continued his mockery by pointing out my mishap clearly to my mother “oh dear I appear to be embarrassing Philip, I do apologise but at least you know he’s a healthy young man.” And he slipped his hand into the small of my back and sliding it down over my cheeks and squeezing.

“OH!!! my goodness Mrs Jones, Philip has no knickers on under his trousers, no wonder he is so embarrassed.” My mother looked at me in anger and shame her face blushed bright red, “go upstairs and put some underpants on now, goodness me, have you no shame.” “That is so shameful Mrs Jones I will go and make sure he does as he’s told. Don’t you worry one moment. Perhaps a smack on his bare bottom would teach him a lesson. Do you think? Yes, yes, that’s a good idea.” Mister John pulled my hand and took me straight upstairs. He grasps my hair from the back and pulled me up the stairs to the landing and whispered in my ear “get naked. Now!” I hesitated to obey, and he yanked my hair sharply “Now!” He shouted. I was naked in 2 seconds. My mum called up to know if everything was OK. “Yes, mum I’m fine, don’t worry.”

His hands were quickly all over me checking for a smooth shave. A silk cord was tightly tied double around my cock and balls and passed through my legs up my back between my cheeks. “Now get dressed again.” The end of the cord came over the waist band of my trousers and was now in his hands, we stood in front of the mirror. He gave a quick yank on the cord to watch my erect cock twitch up and down under my trousers the spectacle was quite exciting to see especially with an intermediate erection. He had me under total control. as we walked back downstairs.

“We’ll be going now Mrs Jones, it’s been nice to have met you and I shall take very good care of this handsome young thing as if he were my very own.” His hand twitching the cord all the time and I felt my cock bouncing around and up and down my pants. With that we walked out of the door.

I was out of the house, away from my family, I felt free to live as I chose, at least that’s what went through my mind. Liberated from my adolescence into the slavery of mind adulthood, the liberation of my sexuality a blooming into what I hoped would be a new and revolutionary sex life.

Dreams of unending orgies and orgasms my body freed from the chains of pure masculinity. Yet now I belong to this man beside me, can that make me free.
We drove across the forest in silence which made me a little apprehensive, but Mister John was in no apparent mood for conversation, just giving the cord a tug from time to time to remind me he was in control. I was imagining all sorts of exciting scenarios involving my naked body and total physical and mental submission.

The weather was cloudy with slight rain and drizzle with a temperature around 17° C so not to unpleasant.
We arrived at a small hamlet close to Ashurst with some three houses scattered around we took a side road for some ten minutes before arriving at what appeared to be a small industrial plant a bit dilapidated in some areas like the warehouse area, but the offices looked functional and the small factory unit seemed quite modern. We drove up to the main gate that was chained and locked and the whole area appeared to be secured with simple torsion grilled fence up to 1m20.

Mister John leaned across to the glove compartment and took out a key. “Now get out of the car, strip naked, put your clothes on the seat then go and open the gate to your new home.”
It felt so good to be naked again especially with my newly shaved body every wisp of air seemed to penetrate my sexuality and my cock was expanding again. I left the cord around my cock and balls in place for John.
The large cumbersome padlock and chain opened quite easily, and I swung open the gates to let the car in.

Mister John immediately placed all my things into an empty oil drum then sprayed some liquid, lit a match and whoop… all gone up in flames. As if reborn. I moved over and stood next to John, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, turning his lips to mine and we kissed again. His warm hands ran over my sweet silky skin, my muscles taught I curved and turned my body to encourage his caresses, trying to incite him to continue.
“I’ll show you to your cell.” He barked after several minutes and slapped me gently on the ass.

The term hit me like a ton of bricks, my jaw dropped, and my new sense of freedom waned away.
“Follow me….”

I was close to him, suddenly feeling the cold and losing my erection. We walk across the courtyard into the factory unit through the large double sliding doors into a large white tiled work space that reminded me more of an abattoir than anything else. There were chains and pulleys hanging from the ceiling and steel rings anchored to the walls and floors all around. I walk into the room behind Mister John, when he stopped and indicated to me to stand in the middle of the large empty space.
The double doors slid shut and were bolted. The room was lit by skylights and some windows around the walls and a few large central lights.

“In the corner over there is your cell.” He pointed to a large cowboy, western style steel rod cell with door and lock. Inside was a folding army issue camp bed with blanket and rough pillow.
“Now go to it and lock yourself inside then hang the key on the wall under the window… make your bed then stand to attention with your back to the wall and that Fay is your home.”
“Whenever I tell you HOME then that is where you go and that is what you do. Is that perfectly clear?”

I confirmed and walked to my cell and followed his instructions to the letter.
“Come here Fay.”

I went through the inverse process and walk back to Mister John’s side, I even found it quite exciting as my erection had started and I glanced into his eyes and risked a smile.
“Fetch my cane on the wall.”

The cane was a 1,5m length of bamboo cane with a leather handle and wrist strap that was leaning against the door pillar. I walk across to pick it up and inspect it as I brought it back for Mister John.
“Fay, I need to be clear with you. I will explain once and once only. You belong to me. You will obey me instantly. You will react instantly and with urgency to any order. You will show me every possible respect and humility. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand Mister John.”
“Otherwise you will be punished according to my justice. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Mister John, I understand that.” My mind was shivering at the thought of the extent to which my words could be interpreted. My body was trembling at the prospect of imminent punishment.
“Now bend over in front of me, grasp your ankles and keep your legs straight, your head stays down, spread your legs about 50cms, slightly more.”

The cord was still dangling from my balls as John started to walk around me dragging his cane behind him. His hand slipped easily over my cheeks through to my balls and worked quickly to detach the cord. His hand continued down my back and he crouched down to caress my head and to stroke my head.

“Such a nice cute boy and yet you know you must be punished. You were told to strip at your home and you hesitated, there is no sense of urgency in your obedience and you lack respect for me and show no humility. Those are all cardinal sins for someone in your situation. You must not look me directly in the eyes and will keep your head lowered at all times.”
“This cane I’m going to whip you with is mine and is yours to look after with your life. Any time I need to punish you, you will have it ready and you will instantly take up this position in front of me ready to accept your punishment. CANE is your code word for this. Do you understand?”

I confirmed my understanding.
“Good, now let’s try again.”
“HOME!” I ran to my cell.
“COME!” I ran to my Master.
“CANE!” I presented myself with the cane to my Master for punishment.
“Better, now you are too close to me, move away, you need to be at the tip of the cane. Now I will strike you and you will not budge an inch.”

I received one painful strike across both cheeks that sent searing pain through my buttocks pelvis and thighs my knees trembling violently, I yelp with pain. The second stroke was higher and stronger as I felt the tears running across my forehead, what had I done.
“Keep your position. Do not budge an inch!” he crouched beside me and shouted in my ear.

He stood again and struck me a third time at the very top of my thighs, the pain was again sharp and violent. I whimpered slightly, and tears welled up in my eyes and continued to run over my forehead.
He threw down the cane at my feet and placed both hands on my butt cheeks to massage the marks left by the cane. His hands were warm and full of some sort of cream that he spread across my cheeks, it was so very sensual and exciting my cock was instantly rock hard. Then the massage generated heat from the cream that seeped through to my muscles starting to burn the skin, his hand was massaging my balls with the cream and the heat was penetrating my whole pelvic basin.

His fingers were groping each testicle individually, separating it squeezing and stretching. My cock as hard as rock forcing against my abdomen, as his fingers slipped behind the head and pulled it backwards to milk it like an udder. I had difficulty maintaining grip of my ankles and keeping my legs straight.
“Now follow me upstairs I want to taste your sperm again. Take the cane with you.”

I straightened up and felt warm and tingling all down my back and buttocks my cock standing out proudly in front.
“When you FOLLOW me, you must always be on my right-hand side and one metre behind me.”

We left the factory unit through a side door into a hall reception area then went up a broad stairway to the right that turn back on itself, so we found ourselves on the floor above the factory unit. Mister John open the heavy metal door which swung inwards to a very dark space. He ushered me forward and pushed me gently into the room. The lights started to flicker on around the outside giving a dim light on the enormous open expanse of what appeared to be a luxurious living area. A shower and bathroom space to the left, a large kitchen and dining space et the other end of the room, a series of several beds like a dormitory.

Mirrors and curtains were predominant everywhere in warm red and oranges and dark wood floorboards. The lighting was very dim throughout, but there was a nice cosy comfortable feel to the whole space. The temperature was just right too as I stepped further into the centre amongst groups of stools and loungers and deep long sofas strewn in random formations. In the centre of the room a small plinth in white marble about 60cms off the ground and approx. a metre square and this is where Mister John directed me, explaining to me that whenever I was invited to the Master’s play room this was my place.

“You will instinctively come here and stand here. Your body is a piece of art that is on display. It is your duty to ensure that it is displayed in the correct way and all its attributes are displayed to their utmost advantage. You will also change pose and position every five minutes.”
This sounded exciting, so I quickly jump up onto the plinth and took a natural pose. Mister John seemed to approve, but took the cane from my hand then stood back to view. My bottom still sore from their previous caning I was anxious expecting to receive further strokes but John was simply using the very tip of the cane to point and guide like an extension to his finger, which I now find particularly sensuous.

The tip was on my right ankle, “use the whole space available, your right ankle in one corner and the left toes to the other corner,” and he tap slightly on the skin to indicate, then for me to lift my ankle slightly the canes rigid tip passed under the arch of my foot, an immensely sensitive zone sending directly, electric signals to the head of my erect cock demanding is expansion and precum.

My hands were clasped tightly together behind my neck, tense stretched as I felt the cane move slowly up the inside of my leg gently caressing the calf muscle now also rigid and strung tight as a bow, over the knee and onto the lower inside thigh pausing slightly before continuing up to my crotch.

Now his hand was on my crotch weighing my balls taking them in the cup of his hand, his fingers tightened around the purse, gently at first then tighter and tighter, pushing the whole backwards and downwards, taking down my erect penis with it and the foreskin to reveal a tight silky mushroom head with a forming drip of precum on the tip.

His head moved closer and tongue slipped from his mouth to warmly caress the drip from the tip of my bursting cock. He drew my cock downwards to give access for his tongue to the whole surface of the head licking slowly and precisely every pore. His tongue was gentle and precise. My eyes closed as my mind concentrated solely on the sensations running across my cock’s head and through my body.

One hand was making its way to my left cheek, spreading wide his fingers to caress the whole area still sensitive from its recent caning, sending painful, pleasure signals to my cock head, the tips of fingers were inside my crack tickling the entrance to my sweaty cunt. I suddenly remembered I hadn’t shaved my ass at all and I prayed he wouldn’t notice.

My prayers were not answered, and after a few seconds he withdrew from me, leaving me with an incredible sense of frustration.
“Follow me…” We walked across to the dormitory area where he showed me the lounging beds laid out around a large space of glass floor looking down on the floor below and what was in fact my cell.
“I can watch you in your cell from here and on the wall an intercom, learn how to use it.”
We walked on to the bath and shower area where he showed me the enema shower and told me to get cleaned up and to shave correctly all over.