Hitching a Ride Part 2

'Clear the plates, Simon. And don't let me catch you staring at me again.'

Simon jumped up to comply.

'Stop, boy. What's the meaning of that?' Greg pointed at Simon's erection. 'Did I give you permission to get a hard on?'

'No. Sorry. I couldn't help–'

'Shut the fuck up, boy. And call me Master.'

'Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.' A wave of submissiveness swept through Simon as he saw the anger on the Greg's face. 'Will I be punished, Master?'

'Yes.'

'Will you fuck me, Master?' Simon wasn't sure why he said this; he could hardly believe he had. He rationalized it away as an attempt to placate the man and avoid punishment.

'Do you want me to fuck you, boy?'

'Yes, Master.' It was too late to go back now. 'Will I still be punished?'

'Of course.'

Simon felt the tears coming and looked away.

'I want to deal with Charlie first,' said Colin. 'She was a naughty girl this morning, weren't you, dear?'

'Yes, Master,' said Charlie, blushing.

'What did you do?'

'I tried to get Greg's slave to fuck me. Please beat me, Master.'

'Twelve strokes of the cane, because you owned up. It'll be the birch next time, girl.'

'Thank you, Master.'

Despite what she had said earlier, Simon thought he saw genuine fear in the boy-girl's face. She was trembling slightly.

'Now clear away and wait in the dungeon until I'm ready to deal with you.'

Charlie tugged on Simon's ball leash and he followed her out carrying a stack of plates and cutlery.

The waiting made it worse with every minute that passed. The anticipation of pain can be worse than the pain itself. The anticipation of humiliation can be worse than the humiliation. The anticipation of anal rape. Well. Simon trembled too.

The masters came down together. Charlie was bent over a low table to which her arms were strapped. Colin lifted her tight skirt and pulled her lacy knickers down to just above her stocking tops. Her penis was already erect; short but thick. She had been meticulously shaved. The two masters manhandled Simon so that he was kneeling under the table and manacled his wrists to it. Greg attached a pole to his collar and forced him forward until his face touched the end of Charlie's cock.