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Barney
Summary
In this off-beat erotic comedy Barney Bumpkin charts the sexual adventures of fifty-year-old gay Londoner, Alan, who after being made redundant from his job after 25 years' service, decides to pursue his long-held ambition to become the sex slave of another man.
After a year of searching dating websites, he eventually stumbles across Ram, a feisty thirty-year-old of Indian ancestry, who he realises has the potential to fulfil his fantasies.
However, although the youngster possesses the good looks, desire, self-confidence and intelligence he is seeking, he is far from his perfect match and a battle of wills ensues between them as each strives to get closer to what they want from the other.
Whilst Alan attempts to steer the headstrong young top toward providing the type of domination that excites him the most, Ram sets about training the former dom to better meet his more straightforward needs, sex-wise and otherwise.
Via their on-line message exchanges and a series of increasingly humiliating sexual encounters, many of which take place in public places and involve others, the author brings to life their stormy relationship and depicts both the highs and lows of Alan's quest to find his ideal master.
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Chapter Twenty-Three
Good morning Sir! I'm available for fucking after 6pm today or anytime tomorrow or later on in the week if this suits you better.
I received no reply until 10am the following morning - one which required me to travel to him by car, rather than by underground, and carry out more grocery shopping for him, but this time not at the local mini-market, but at the large supermarket on the way to his flat.
1230hrs today is good
beforehand you will go to a Tesco superstore and get the following:
There then follow a list of twenty or so groceries items, beginning with 2 pints of semi-skimmed milk, but mixed in with them two that especially caught my attention. 3 x Tesco My Baby's Moisturising Oil (500ml) 1 x pink frilly ladies knickers...which you will have on before you get here
also...you will have on sweatpants...white socks and trainers and a tee shirt...and bring a rubber with you
all clear?
Aware the car was short on gas, I realised it would be a rush to refuel, do the shopping and make it to his flat by the required time. So, although I noticed his inclusion of "pink frilly ladies knickers" in his shopping list, I had little time to dwell on it, and fired off a short message to confirm that I would be coming.
I then quickly trimmed my hair, douched, showered, dressed in the outfit he had demanded I wear and rooted around in my drawers for condoms and lube. Before leaving, I also grabbed a couple of folded plastic shopping bags from my collection, one with the slogan "Use me, reuse me and try not to lose me" on its outside - hoping Ram might get the hidden message. Spotting a roll of duct tape in the same drawer, on impulse I stashed it in the bottom of one of them in the hope of encouraging the boy to experiment with bondage, without actually telling him what to do with it.
I sped around the North Circular, stopped off at the petrol station and then psyched myself up to enter the supermarket and face the challenge of buying the requested knickers. I wasn't completely phased by the request as I'd bought the pair of lacy black ones Ram and his mate had discovered amidst my collection of SM gear from the lingerie department of Marks & Spencer in Oxford Street many years before. On that occasion I had managed to conquer my embarrassment sufficiently to remain straight-faced, despite the suppressed giggles of the counter staff when I'd paid for them.
This time round, I decided I would brazen it out at the checkout by pretending the knickers were no more unusual than the other items I'd put in my trolley. Although a wry smile appeared on the lips of the African/Caribbean woman at the checkout, and no doubt she had a laugh with her colleagues about it afterwards, I kept my cool, offered her my credit card and hastily stuffed the knickers into my bag.
However, once outside in the sunshine of the car park, to my annoyance, I noticed a guy was sitting in his car right next to my own with his window wound down, due to the heat. I got in the car, set the bag with the knickers in it down on the passenger seat and rooted through it until I located them. It was only then that I discovered I'd accidentally bought two pairs - one pink, the other white - for the princely sum of 5. Sadly, they were of the utilitarian sort so neither of them had any frills! They'd still be humiliating to be seen putting on in a supermarket car park however!
I glanced across at my neighbour, irritated that there seemed to be no sign of him moving off anytime soon. I was getting late, so there was nothing else for it, I'd have to change into the knickers whilst sitting in the driver's seat regardless of whether he could see what I was up to or not! After all, I assured myself, I'd got changed in the car for sports often enough in the past, so this wasn't all that different and there was a good chance the guy wouldn't even notice.
I hastily slipped off my trainers, eased my sweatpants off onto the floor and stepped into the knickers. With my face reddened from a combination of the heat and embarrassment, I slid them up over my hairy legs then stretched the flimsy fabric over my thighs - realising as I did so that I'd selected ones that were not only void of frills but also on the small size! With my cock and balls protruding from the taut crotch like fish caught in a net and the rear waistband barely covering the bottom third of my buttocks, I guessed they could be described as "sexy" - but humiliating was probably closer to the truth! Certainly, my bored neighbour was a bit taken aback by what he saw when he glimpsed across at me when I raised my ass from the seat to pull up my sweatpants!
But before he could do anything more than snigger, I had turned the key in the ignition and had hightailed it out of the car park.
I then happily resumed my journey eastward on the North Circular, occasionally announcing to the passing vehicles that I was wearing pink knickers and on my way to be fucked by my dishy Indian master! Perhaps over-excited, I somehow missed a turning, had to retrace my steps and so despite making good progress ended up arriving almost 10 minutes late. After being let in, I hurried up the stairs toting my two bags of shopping, quickly relieved myself, took a drink of water from the bathroom tap to lubricate my throat, then returned to the hallway to put on the blindfold, get down on my knees and knock on the bottom of the lounge door.
"Late again!" Ram commented as soon as he opened the door, immediately grabbing hold of me by the ear and dragging me into the living room on all fours. Unable to see where I was going, I collided with the door and then some nearby furniture, so held back to protect myself from further injury. Annoyed by my resistance, in frustration the youngster increased the pressure on my ear so I scurried forward and hit my forehead on the edge of the coffee table.
"Take your clothes off, so I can see your knickers!" he demanded.
While I hurriedly did as I was told, a pathetic sub, eager to please my young master, willing and eager to emasculate myself further by donning a pair of girly panties, he gathered up the shopping bags and took them to the kitchen to unpack.
"Stand on top of the coffee table and put your hands on your head!" he called across to me, once I was naked but for my skimpy feminine covering.
He made me wait like this while he made himself a coffee, before returning to my side and sliding his fingers beneath the tight waistband and hems, as he inspected them. Heaving a sigh of exasperation, he yanked them down to expose my genitals and awarded my fast-stiffening shaft and ball-sack a series of hard slaps.
"Bend over!" he demanded, after repositioning himself at the other side of the table and yanking the panties down to my thighs, "That's for turning up late - yet again!" he explained, "And that's for buying knickers that aren't frilly enough!" he added, landing more slaps on my bare ass to drive his point home.
Once he grew tired of berating me, the lad had me pull up my knickers and get back down on my knees to service his cock, while he sat down on the sofa, finished drinking his coffee, smoked a cigarette and watched TV contentedly.
Fifteen minutes or so later, by which time I was starting to think nothing else new was going to happen that day, Ram led me from the lounge to his bedroom, and after guiding me through the door, urged me to clamber up onto the bed with a slap on my backside. There, instead of finding the duvet I'd been expecting, I discovered it had been set aside and replaced with what felt like a large bath towel.
"Despite your continued ineptitude, today you're going to have the privilege of giving master a massage," he announced, placing a plastic bottle in my hand, "Here's the oil you're going to use. Make sure you warm it on your hands before putting it on me and stay on the towel - I don't want to find any stains on my sheets once you're done!"
"I'll be careful sir!" I promised, overwhelmed with excitement that Ram had finally taken me up of the offer to massage him I had made eons ago and at the prospect of finally being free to admire and fondle the whole of his body unhindered.
"You're also going to keep your blindfold on throughout," he added, pre-empting the question I was about to ask, "and keep your knickers on as well! I don't want you poking your dick anywhere near my arse! Now, get out of my way, so I can lie down, then get started on my back!"
Wow! What had I done to deserve this treat, I wondered, as I eagerly coated my palms with the baby oil I'd purchased earlier and carefully set the bottle down on the bedside table out of harm's way. I'd incorporated massage into my love-making repertoire many years before, after studying the techniques and memorising the different strokes from a guide book, as I found sliding my hands over the taut muscles a naked lover's flesh to provide them with pleasure, highly erotic. However, I'd never done it whilst blindfolded before!
Rather than stand beside the bed, as a professional masseur would do, I moved to the foot of the mattress and parted Ram's legs, so I could position my knees between them, and then leaned forward to transfer some of my weight onto his back via my oiled-up hands. I began by massaging his shoulder blades and his neck, to ease the tension that tends to build up there and as he moaned appreciatively, slowly worked my way downwards.
Needless to say, despite the knickers constraining it, by the time I reached his waist, my cock was again fully hard, so excited was I by the prospect of running my hands over the twin mounds of the Indian lad's butt. However, not wishing to push my luck so far so soon, I diplomatically returned to oil up my hands to coat the backs of his legs instead and ran them repeatedly over the muscles of his slender calves, before running them more vigorously up and down his thighs, after which, the proximity of my favourite part of the lad's anatomy began to beckon me again.
But before covering his buttocks with oil, I risked provoking his wrath by deviating from his instructions by first easing them apart so I could lick the whole length of his crack with my tongue. When he didn't object, I did it several more times and, to underline the extent of my devotion to him, playfully eased its tip inside his hole until he wriggled with pleasure.
Encouraged by receiving no reprimand for taking the initiative, soon afterwards I resumed his massage by kneading the muscles of his ass with my hands and was soon running both of them in a sweeping motion over his oiled-up thighs, ass and back, back, ass and thighs repeatedly, whilst slowly upping the pressure and delving deeper into the more yielding curves of his pert behind. Despite knowing I was again taking my life in my hands, each time I did it, I let my lubricated fingers venture a little deeper into the cleft of his buttocks and then risked sinking them fully into his crack to oil it up fully. Growing bolder, I then repeated what I had done with my tongue with my fingers, and to my delight, the lad didn't ward me off but emitted yet more groans of pleasure, as I circled the taut ring of muscles with the tip of my forefinger and then pushed my luck still further, by sliding it slowly in and out of his hole.
After securing his consent for me to probe the most intimate part of him to augment his pleasure, I grew in confidence and resumed massaging the whole of his torso more vigorously to loosen up the muscles fully, but kept returning to the honey-pot of his ass time and time again as an integral part of this process. As sweat began to gather on my brow, I drew this part of the massage process to a conclusion by gently lowering myself down on top of him to gradually bring all of my weight to bear and then grab hold of his hands to encapsulate the whole of his slender body beneath me in an all-encompassing embrace.
Despite my rock-hard cock being constrained by the knickers, he had insisted I wear, my shaft inevitably aligned itself between his buttocks, provoking me to grind my hips rhythmically up against his behind to enhance my pleasure and mingle the oil that coated him with my sweat. Amazed to be permitted such intimacy, as I lay on top of him, I sought to add to my master's enjoyment still further by running my fingers through his hair to award his scalp a vigorous massage too. As I had expected, this soon set him groaning with pleasure once again and hopefully distracted him from the continued upward thrusts of my cock against his ass that accompanied it!
"Time for you to do my front!" Ram announced, clearly keen to experience more once his scalp massage was completed. I guessed the lad had not experienced a full-body massage before and only today had come to realise just how pleasurable it could be. Certainly, one as intimate and erotic as the one I had perfected over the years as a result of incorporating my experiences from past lovers and professional masseurs to refine my technique. He clearly also didn't realise that massaging his front was likely to be a far more erotic experience than his rear and one in which he would not be able to hide in the towel the extent of his sexual arousal from me.
Elated to have been left to my own devices for so long, I obediently slid from his back to allow him to turn over and returned to the bottle to spread more baby oil over my palms. Knowing from experience that massaging his chest was most likely to turn him on, I opted to begin by doing his hands and arms first. So, it was not until I repositioned myself between his legs and accidentally brushed against it that I realised my master's cock was lying taut across his belly even harder than my own!
Once again, I deviated from the strictures of conventional massage and lowered my head to take Ram's cock into my mouth and massage it with my lips, but as I sucked, I also raised my oiled-up hands to his chest. As though performing a salaam in slow motion, I was soon cupping his pecs in my palms and running my hands down over his ribcage and the flatness of his stomach all the way to his crotch. I alternated this with taking his engorged cock ever deeper down my throat, taking advantage of his excitement to mischievously tweak his nipples almost as hard as he did my own.
When I received a surprise slap across the face for this, I quickly sought to make amends by wrapping my hands lovingly around the base of his cock and oiled-up his ball sack so I could fondle it as I sucked. But so excited was I at being let loose on my young master's body that I rapidly strayed off-piste again and gradually slid my fingers beneath his scrotum until I could insert one of them into his ass-hole from the front. However, this time round my wandering hands were rebuffed by my master withdrawing his cock from my mouth and slapping me across the face a second time.
"I'm the only one who'll be doing any fucking around here!" he announced, pushing me aside and rising from the bed, after which he forced my head down into the towel with my ass up in the air.
"Take off your knickers, girlie!" he demanded, leaving me to disentangle the now oil-soaked, tight-fitting band from my ass and genitals and drag it down over my thighs, while he set about donning a condom.
"On yer back... with yer legs in the air!" he added, after impatiently yanking the knickers free of my ankles. Then, standing at the side of the bed, he aligned my up-turned ass with the tip of his cock and as he entered me, hitched my legs over his shoulders so he could fuck me from the front with our faces barely inches apart.
Due to the presence of the massage oil, which by now coated both of us from head to toe, I felt only pleasure at being enveloped so completely and penetrated so deeply and let out a contented moan as the lad began to glide his shaft in and out of my hole.
"Keep yer eyes closed!" he demanded, pausing to yank off the blindfold so he could add to his satisfaction by seeing the expression on my face as he entered me.
Aroused by the unprecedented intimacy, and turned on by the smell of coffee and cigarette smoke that permeated his breath as it mingled with the scent of the oil, I found myself tempted to open my eyes, especially when for only the second time since we had met, Ram placed his lips on top of my own and slid his tongue deep into my mouth as he continued to thrust his shaft inside me.
I guessed his dick was hitting the right spot for once, because as the pace of my fucking accelerated, I found myself losing all control of my ass muscles and uncertain if I was about to piss or cum in response to the pounding the lad was giving my ass.
With neither need nor time to bring to mind the humiliations he had imposed on me that day, I surrendered fully to his youthful passion as we both hurtled headlong toward orgasm.
Parting our lips to vent our mutual satisfaction, we came within seconds of one another and were soon lying spent side by side on the bed in something akin to connubial bliss.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Only seven days after my last encounter with Ram, I mischievously left a track on his profile just for the hell of it, wondering if he would respond. To my surprise, he replied at three-thirty that same afternoon, proposing that we meet up again that evening. However, when to my dismay, he also included another, even lengthier, shopping list along with his instructions, I guessed maybe he was just running short on groceries!
arrive at 1900hrs and not a minute earlier beforehand you will go to a tesco superstore and get the following:
There then followed a long list of items, beginning with 2 cartons of semi-skimmed milk, but this time none of them were of any particular sexual interest, apart from possibly the carrots! ...for the shop you will have on a vest and jogging shorts...white socks and trainers...
and bring a rubber with you
all clear?
As the weather was pretty hot, doing Ram's shopping dressed in running gear shouldn't cause too great a stir in the supermarket I reflected, gladdened that the lad was still putting some thought into what I should wear for our meets and that it seemed to be getting less and less each visit! It also set me wondering what particular form of humiliation he had lined up for me after my arrival.
Although I'd been given over three hours' notice, I realised to avoid being late I would have to allow time for shopping and getting caught up in the rush hour traffic, so abandoned my plans for the rest of the day and prepared to leave more or less immediately.
I was now more familiar with the layout of the supermarket and the location of the goods the lad usually had me buy on his behalf, so the shopping was over with pretty quickly. Thankfully, the traffic wasn't too bad either so I arrived outside Ram's flat early, but refrained from texting him until dead on 7pm.
Once admitted to his lair, I set the shopping bags down in the hallway, took a quick piss and a drink of tap water, before returning to put on the blindfold, getting down on my knees and knocking on the bottom of the lounge door for admittance.
"In you come!" Ram commanded, holding open the door to allow me to slide the full shopping bags before me on the smooth vinyl surface until I reached the centre of the room. Instead of being greeted by the sound of the news on TV, today I noted he had some lively dance music playing in the background to accompany our antics.
"On your feet, hands on head!" he demanded, whisking away the bags to unload them in the kitchen, then added from there, "While I'm unpacking, you can start running on the spot! Cos today we're having a workout!"
By which I understood, I was about to have a workout! Having had one of my own in my home gym that morning, I was less than enthusiastic about the prospect, but lowered my arms from my head nonetheless and did as I was told.
"I'll leave the cash and the empty bags out in the hallway, so you won't forget 'em when you leave!" he announced five minutes later, as he edged past me to reach the door to deposit them outside, by which time I was already beginning to flag.
"Is that the fastest you can manage?" he asked on his return.
Despite me already being red in the face and sweat beginning to gather on my brow, I speeded up my action, determined to show him what I was capable of, only for him to return to the kitchen and set about making himself a drink.
As the aroma of freshly made coffee slowly filled the room, once again the pace of my running began to slacken, provoking Ram to shout out "Faster!" before he returned to place his mug on top of the coffee table, settle down on the sofa and light up a cigarette, to scrutinise my efforts more closely.
"You're looking a bit red in the face already and we've only just begun!" he smirked, after exhaling a cloud of smoke in my direction, "I know, why don't you take off the running gear and we make this a naked workout session!"
Grateful for any excuse to take a break, I paused to catch my breath before dragging the already sweat-soaked vest off over my head and sliding the running shorts down to my feet to step out of them.
"That's it, take a little breather!" he conceded as he snatched my jogging gear away from me, "Cos I've got a whole lot more exercises lined up for you today..."
"But first, let's finish off the warm-up by having you do some star jumps for me!"
"Four sets of twenty. Go!" he added in the manner of a professional fitness trainer when I was slow to respond. Reluctantly, I raised my arms and parted my legs and set my now unrestrained genitals swinging, as I jumped up and down eighty times for my master's amusement, counting out each jump under my breath until I eventually reached the required total.
"Now let's move on to something a bit more challenging!" he announced, as I bent over gasping for breath.
"We'll start with some squats, I think... it's about time we firmed up that flabby butt of yours!"
"Four sets of twenty. Go!"
"What flabby butt?" I thought resentfully, as I thrust out my arms, bent my knees and began easing my ass up and down, again counting them out so I made sure I did no more than the required number.
"Do it slower and get that ass lower!" Ram demanded, doubling the amount of effort involved in an instant. Once I'd gasped and groaned my way through all four sets and had begun to wonder if I'd ever be able to walk again, the lad demanded I turn around so he could check out my ass. While I did my best to hold my muscles taut, he grabbed hold of as much of my flesh as he could and proceeded to yank it around.
"Still a bit on the flabby side," he commented, "I think we'll need to do another set!"
"I'm not sure I can sir!" I warned, "I had an hour-long workout only this morning!"
"I'm surprised you're making such a meal of it in that case!" Ram replied unsympathetically, "You know what they say, no pain, no gain!"
I knew the saying well, but had always refused to be pushed beyond my limits by over-enthusiastic gym instructors in the past, fearing that I might do myself an injury. However, knowing this time there would be consequences should I refuse to co-operate and that Ram was plainly itching for an excuse to punish me, I heaved a resigned sigh and continued where I'd left off. But I only managed six more before the lad got what he was after.
"I can see I'm going to have to provide you with an incentive to do better!" he said, heaving a sigh and rising to his feet, "Bend over and touch your toes!"
After positioning me sideways on to the sofa, my host headed off to the kitchen to select an implement he judged suitable to administer my punishment and returned to make up the shortfall in the number of squats I'd performed by landing twice as many slaps on my ass followed by "six more for luck" with what felt like a large wooden spoon.
"We'd best give your legs time to recover now, I think..." he announced as he ran his hands over my buttocks to check out the impact his blows had had on my ass.
"Nice and pink," he gloated, "and so sexy in a sub, don't you think! Maybe I should get you to spank yourself every day in future so they always look this way!"
"Okay, straighten up and put your hands back on your head!" he instructed, focussing back on the workout following his musings.
"Now for something you can do lying down... that'll maybe help reduce this belly of yours!" he added, tugging at the flesh covering my abs before I had the opportunity to tighten up the muscles.
"Back up a bit!" he added, after deciding what would come next, and proceeded to remove one of the sofa cushions and place it on the floor where I'd been standing.
The next thing I knew, I was laid out on the cushion flat on my back, with Ram squatting above me with his ass in my face!
"This exercise is designed to strengthen the lower abs," he explained, "you raise your feet up from the floor as high as you can and hold them there, until I count out the next one. But I'm going to make it more pleasurable for you by having you kiss my ass every time you do it!"
"Got it?"
"Yes sir, I've done them before." I mumbled back from beneath him.
"Great! We'll start off with a set of twenty!" he responded, shuffling his ass around to align the crack between his buttocks with my nose before he began.
"ONE!" he counted out, leaving me to raise my legs from the floor and pucker my lips to kiss the nearest part of his undercarriage as I could reach. As I strained to hold my position, I realised that this exercise not only worked my abs but also the muscles at the front of my thighs as well.
"TWO" only came after what seemed like an age, but thankfully was quickly followed by "THREE" and "FOUR" making me realise that the longer he had me hold my legs in the air, the more demanding and painful the exercise would become. This was something Ram maybe realised too, as he varied the length of the interval randomly until the set was completed.
"Excellent!" he applauded, "As your reward you may now lick my ass!"
Wanting the interval between sets to last as long as possible, I parted his buttocks with my hands and slid my tongue as far inside his hole as I could, only to have to commence a second set barely a minute later. After I somehow managed to complete it, I was awarded the same treat as before, but in the middle of the third set, I could feel my right thigh muscle beginning to cramp. In a blind panic, I shoved Ram's ass from my face and sat up to combat the excruciating pain, sliding the blindfold off in the process to see what I was doing.
"Well, we didn't get very far with our workout, did we!" Ram commented wryly, standing back to watch as I began vigorously massaging my thigh as though my life depended on it.
"I guess we'd better return you to light duties for the rest of the day!" he added, as he watched, realising that unlike the exaggerated cries I'd made when he'd spanked my ass, this time my suffering was completely genuine.
"Though I suggest, you beef up that workout of yours in future!" he commented light-heartedly a minute or so later, awarding me an affectionate pat on the top of my head to console me as the pain gradually began to subside and my breathing become more regular, causing me to glimpse up and discover that not only was he already fully naked but that his cock was also erect. The youngster was now plainly getting off on humiliating me as much as he was by having me service his dick!
"Let me put the sofa cushion back, so you can sit down," he offered solicitously, leaving me able to catch a glimpse of his rear as he lifted it up from the floor.
"Here, let me give you a hand!" he then added, from which I gathered he was growing concerned that our sex session might have to be curtailed before he fucked me as a result of his bullying.
"There's no need to put the blindfold back on," he added, when I made a move to retrieve it before sitting down, adding an even more surprising concession to ensure our love making would not end prematurely.
No sooner was I seated, than he sat beside me and drew me down to his chest where he held me tightly in his arms, "Poor slave boy, hurt his leg!" he commiserated, as though comforting a small child who'd had a fall, whilst stroking me on the back of my head reassuringly.
Happy to milk my suffering and the lad's guilt for all it was worth, I responded by wrapping my arms around his torso in return, and gradually eased my head downwards until my face was rubbing up against his cock.
Catching sight of his genitals at close quarters, after being deprived of seeing them for so long, I tightened my arms lovingly around his waist in a grateful hug and as the emotions welled up inside me, took his perfectly formed penis into my mouth and commenced sucking on it.
Although the tenderness Ram showed toward me that day was undoubtedly motivated by pity and laced with irony, I was more than happy to accept any affection the lad cared to show me with gratitude. That the manner he spoke to me was also demeaning, only added to the pleasure as far as I was concerned, as it simultaneously reminded me that my status in our relationship was an inferior one.
Despite my aching limbs and the threat of my leg returning into spasm at any moment, given free rein to worship and view his body, I ignored the pain and proceeded to demonstrate my continued submission to my handsome young master, by sucking, licking, kissing and caressing him unreservedly. Hoping that my actions would finally persuade the lad that he had no need to blindfold me to ensure I complied with his wishes, or to hide any part of his body from my gaze, as I worshipped each and every bit of him with equal intensity, regardless of any flaws he himself might judge himself to possess.
Still conscious that my muscle cramps might interrupt us a second time, at this juncture, Ram opted to lead me limping to his bedroom so we could resume our lovemaking in even greater comfort. But no sooner had I laid down on the bed, than he threw himself on top of me and began kissing me on the lips as he thrust his hard shaft up against my belly, seemingly turned on by the added vulnerability my exhaustion had given me. Completely bushed by my earlier exertions and overwhelmed by the intensity of his passion, I lay back and let him have his way.
In no time, he was draping my legs over his shoulders and sliding his condom and lube-coated shaft up my ass, which, like the rest of my exhausted body, offered no resistance. Folded beneath him with our faces barely inches apart, he began kissing me passionately on the lips and sucked my tongue into his mouth to underline the completeness of his ownership of me. Seemingly turned on by the extent of my surrender, he rapidly reached his climax, only to became more solicitous again, once he was spent.
After withdrawing his dick from my hole, he gently lowered my legs down to the bed and instructed me to commence tugging on my tumescent cock, while he rose to dispose of the rubber. Observing I was struggling to get hard on his return, rather than provide me with further inspiration, he lay down beside me, gave me a hug and suggested I take a rest. Only, to my annoyance, then promptly fall asleep!
However, I soon got over my resentment when I realised that for the first time since we had met, I had the young Indian I had idolised for so long completely at my mercy! Suddenly, waking him up was the last thing I wanted to do! Instead, I gradually eased my body further away from him to reduce the risk of disturbing him as I resumed pulling on my cock, which had miraculously sprung back to life again the instant I had realised the possibilities the lad's unconsciousness had opened up for me.
Dare I sneak out to retrieve my phone from the hallway to secretly obtain my first pictures of him, laid out on the bed naked? A move fully justified in my book, given I had still not seen hide nor hair of the humiliating video and still pics he and his photographer mate took of me two years previously! But, given I would have to clamber over him to do so and the flash would probably wake him, I quickly dismissed the idea and realised I would have to settle for committing his good looks to memory and, for once, make use of his unprecedented vulnerability, to inspire my orgasm.
Despite the temptation to begin my amorous survey with the more intimate parts of the lad's anatomy, given I had already sampled their smell, taste and texture so many times in the past, it hardly seemed necessary. It was his handsome face that I yearned to examine more closely, having been smitten by it after the briefest glimpse when we had first met and only been permitted to see it again on just a handful of occasions since.
Coated with a covering of glistening sweat as a result of fucking me, I noted his face was a darker shade of brown than his body, as a result of its exposure to the summer sun. His silky, raven-black, hair was swept back from his forehead, upon which, not a single wrinkle was to be seen, with just a few strands falling beguilingly over it as he slumbered. With his eyelids closed, it was not his piercing brown eyes that captured my attention but his nose, which I noted for the first time was endearingly askew and his parted lips, which were framed by a neatly trimmed goatee beard and moustache, which partly obscured his dimpled chin. All of which combined to give him a mischievous look that perfectly matched his nature and made me fall in love with him all over again.
Although I longed to stroke his hair and kiss him gently on the tip of his nose, I decided not to squander my opportunity by awakening him in this way, which I was pretty sure would not be welcomed by him in any case! So instead, I painstakingly reversed my position on the bed until my face was positioned opposite his feet, deciding this was by far the most appropriate place for a slave to commence worshiping his master. After admiring their shapely slenderness and inhaling their odour, I gently rubbed my cheek against their soles to sample their texture before sticking out my tongue and licking them from top to bottom, after which I took each and every one of his toes into my mouth and sucked on them in turn.
At what point my actions awoke my host, I had no idea, but it was hard for me to believe he was not aware of what I was up to, so I guessed he was more than happy to leave me to worship him whilst wrapped up in my own submissive fantasy world, while he continued his nap. Only when I kissed my way up his legs and began licking the juices from his spent cock did he finally stir, and then only to turn onto his side and present me with his ass in its stead!
Nothing could have suited me more! With yet another of my fantasies fulfilled, despite my thigh muscle threatening to convulse again at any moment, I stuck out my tongue and redoubled the pace of my wanking until my cock erupted spectacularly and I enjoyed the most satisfactory of orgasms.
"Let yourself out," Ram murmured as I rose from the bed, "all this exercise has tired me out!" After which he immediately drifted back off to sleep, leaving me to sneak off to the bathroom to clean myself up before donning my workout gear and taking my leave.
Despite aching in virtually every muscle of my body, I managed to drive home without incident, joining in with my favourite songs on the music player and feeling blissfully happy!
However, when I got home, I had so much difficulty climbing the stairs that my partner immediately noticed my discomfort.
"That boy'll be the death of you!" he warned, shaking his head from side to side with a broad grin.
To be continued...
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