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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-Seven
"Show's over guys!" Ram announced, when some of the more sexually aggressive new arrivals attempted to take advantage of me without his permission.
Rising to his feet, he withdrew his manhood from my mouth and tucked it back into the front of his jeans. After which, he coolly stubbed out his cigarette, tightened his grip on my leash and awarded the gate-crashers a censorious stare to get them to back-off.
"Stay down!" he hissed at me, as he stooped to retrieve his drink from the table before leading me on all fours through the horny crowd and out into the corridor.
"Shit!" I muttered under my breath, as the concrete floor of the corridor began to bite into my knees as I struggled to keep up with my master, but not in response to this latest indignity.
My thoughts, remained focussed on the tall Indian guy I had caught a glimpse of peering down at me from the rear of the crowd, as I had now remembered who he was and where I had met him. It was the guy I'd had sex with in the station washroom two months earlier - the one I'd decided could easily have been Ram's older brother!
On reflection, given he worked in East London, it was maybe not that surprising that he frequented the club nor, given the delight he had taken in humiliating me, that he should be into leather sex. However, today he was not dressed in a tailored business suit but an equally eye-catching black leather waistcoat, revealing his hair-coated chest and a matching pair of chaps! Had he recognised me in turn, I wondered, and if so, would he want to fuck me again? What if he approached Ram and accidentally spilled the beans to him about our previous encounter on my homeward journey from his flat? Something I had chosen not to confide with him for fear of the possible repercussions.
But there was not much I could do about that now, I realised, I would just have to hope that he had not seen enough of my face to recognise me in the darkness or that he would give his fellow Indian a wide berth. Although I thought he'd enjoyed our encounter as much as I had, the guy had made no attempt to exchange names or phone numbers afterwards, so I'd assumed he'd not been interested in seeing me again. Plus, there was no shortage of submissive white guys at Backstreet who would give their eye- teeth to be fucked by him, many considerably younger than me, but probably few quite as obliging!
Meanwhile, Ram was fast growing accustomed to his role as leather top and was busy taking my public humiliation to new lows. Once back in the, still largely empty, cruising area, he led me to the staging at the rear of the room, and into an alcove created by one of the half-walls, from where, I presumed he judged it would be easier to ward-off unwanted interference from guys he didn't like the look of. After taking another sip of his drink, he set it down on top of the wall and, as I looked-on, took out a couple of condom and lube sachets from the ones he had stuffed into his pocket after he'd spotted them on display in the club foyer, and placed them beside it, ready for use.
He then hitched himself up to sit on the top step of the staging and yanked me up after him with the leash, until my knees rested on its lowest step, with my head positioned between his legs facing his groin. After loosening his belt, he opened his flies fully and pulled out his cock for me to resume sucking on it. Within moments, he was lying back moaning contentedly with the peak of the Muir cap pulled down over his nose as though he were taking a nap! Despite us now being tucked away in a dark corner, I guess he was still wary of being recognised by someone he knew.
With the prospect of being publicly fucked by my master in the offing, I put the presence of his Indian "older brother" to the back of mind, and with my cock thumping up hard against my shaved belly, eagerly performed in public what I had done so often in the privacy of my home and, more recently, within the confines of his Stratford flat. Not only did I willingly take his cock deep-throat, but as my excitement grew and I sensed guys were again gathering around to watch, I also eased down his pants so I could lather up his balls. Such was my excitement at my Backstreet fantasy finally becoming a reality, that if the lad had not been so cagey about exposing his ass to others, I would happily have publicly rimmed him too!
With my escort seemingly off-guard, and me with my head in his crotch engrossed in my own world of fantasy and cock-worship, it didn't take long before one of those watching became brave enough to reach out and touch my ass. However, unlike the slaps on my backside that I'd received earlier, my latest admirer's touches were gentle ones, and when I made no attempt to brush his hands away, he gradually grew bolder.
When he received no reprimand from my master either, he paused to tear open one of the sachets of lube and used its contents to help him ease his fingers between the crack in my buttocks. After locating my hole, he began expertly running the tip of one of them around its circumference, turning me on even more. As I wriggled my ass around in response, he took my obvious pleasure as the green light to go still further and slid one, and then two, of his digits in and out of my hole until they were both embedded up to the knuckle.
Excited by being taken advantage of in this way, I sucked on my master's dick more enthusiastically than ever. But once I had surrendered my ass to the stranger and he had had watched me writhe with pleasure in response to his attentions, he was plainly keen to take things a stage further. He began by reaching between my legs to gather up my genitals in his palm and after taking a firm hold on them, used them to drag my ass upwards until it was positioned more to his liking. He then prised my legs wider apart so he could reach beneath me to wrap his fingers around my rock-hard cock from the rear, after which he began slowly sliding his fist up and down my shaft to heighten my excitement even more.
While this took place, Ram continued to lie back with his face hidden beneath his cap savouring the pleasure of having his cock sucked so uninhibitedly, seemingly oblivious to what the stranger was up to. However, when moments later, the fondling and probing stopped and was replaced by a couple of hard slaps landing on my up-turned buttocks, the sound of it, combined with me flinching in response, served as a wake-up call, rousing him from his torpor to resume a more active role in my humiliation once more.
But rather than fend off the interloper, as he had the guys in the smoking area, for some reason this time round, Ram seemed happy to let him continue unreprimanded and, as more blows continued to land on my ass, took a firmer grip on my leash to hold me in place so I would be unable to escape them. When the guy began to tan my ass more liberally in response, he spurred him on to up my suffering further by repeatedly calling out "Harder!"
Only when the lad's accomplice paused to check out the state of my ass, was I able to tear my head away from Ram's cock and crane my neck around to find out who my latest admirer was. Given the mix of guys in the club I'd figured it was most likely to be a sexually experienced older white guy that Ram had taken a fancy to, so was gobsmacked when I caught sight of the face of the Indian I had spotted earlier!
Noticing my backward glance above my pummelled buttocks, he flashed me a wide grin to show I had been recognised and gave me his tell-tale wink. After being denied the pleasure of spanking me due to the constraints of our brief previous encounter, he now seemed intent on making the most of the opportunity Ram had given him and, as others nearby urged him on by echoing Ram's chant of "Harder!" he resumed my public humiliation with added gusto.
With my head swiftly directed back to sucking Ram's dick, despite the increasing pain, I determined not to resist my chastisement and instead embrace it as the long overdue punishment I deserved for my secrecy and sluttish behaviour. As though reading my thoughts, my tormentor began mixing in "Slut!" into the chants accompanying my spanking, reminding me how eager I had been to worship the cock of a complete stranger I had met on the tube only minutes before and strip myself completely naked in a station toilet, despite knowing we might be discovered at any moment.
How good he'd been at tweaking my nipples, I recollected wistfully, but above all, how he'd surprised me by shoving my head into the toilet bowl to up my humiliation before he'd penetrated me and, after he'd cum, had flushed my head down the pan with cold water as a measure of his contempt! But despite this, how I had shamelessly pleaded with the besuited Indian to permit me to lick his ass before he abandoned me and how eager I'd been to prise my tongue into his hole as I laid down on the stinking, wet toilet floor, wanking furiously to achieve my climax.
I also recalled that after I had reached home afterwards, I had eagerly written up my tube-train adventure and wanked-off yet again whilst dreaming that he had been even more ruthless with me and instead of returning my clothes after using them to wipe himself down, had gathered them up and dumped them in the nearest garbage bin, to leave me stranded naked and humiliated on the station platform!
Although, had it actually come about, I doubted I would have coped well with this scenario, in the more secure, but equally public setting of Backstreet, I found myself willing the two mischievous Indian tops to combine to impose ever more extreme degradation on me and make my dreams of sexual slavery finally come true.
As though to remind me that the consequences of fulfilling my submissive fantasies might be difficult to live with in reality, as my spanking continued, another part of me directed my thoughts along a different track, when it dawned on me that as a result of my master's anxiety to get away from the crowd and relocate to a less exposed location, my expensive boots had been left back in the smoking area. Would they soon be joining the others hanging down from the ceiling of the bar, gathering dust, leaving me to return home barefoot as the slaves of old, I wondered?
At this juncture, Ram decided I'd been punished enough, or more likely that he risked cumming prematurely should I continue sucking his dick much longer, and dragged my head away from his groin using the leash. Clambering down from his plinth, he pushed me ass-first before him so he stood facing his Indian accomplice.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked him.
When the guy replied in the affirmative and gave him a friendly grin, the lad quickly drained his beer glass and after tugging me upwards, placed it in my hand. After consulting his new mate on his drinking preference, he opened up my wallet, extracted another twenty-pound note from it and thrust it into my other hand, "Go buy the drinks and bring 'em out to us in the smoking area!"
"My name's Ram by the way..." he added, returning his attention to his new-found friend, while I stood dumfounded, my heart sinking at the prospect of having to return to the bar even more provocatively dressed than I had been the first time around.
"I'm Ashok, good to meet you!" I overheard the guy I had dubbed his older brother reply as the pair turned their backs on me and headed off to the smoking area, leaving me to head off to the bar buck naked, apart from the collar and cock-strap, with the leash still hanging down from it, displaying my freshly beaten ass! Despite my fears, I told myself I must obey, and threaded my way through the dispersing circle of spectators across the cruising area to reach the now crowded bar.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
As I suspected, due to my lack of clothes and footwear, collar and reddened ass, it proved impossible to ward-off the unwanted attentions of those surrounding me as I waited to be served at the bar, which they interpreted as an open invitation to molest me in whatever ways they chose. When several minutes later, new arrivals continued to be served ahead of me as result of my harassment, the larger of the two Indians appeared at my side, and after identifying the problem, swiftly took action to resolve it. "Sorry guys, this one belongs to me!" he told the two leather guys who had been mischievously squeezing my tits and fingering my ass as I'd forlornly waved my twenty-pound note at the barman to attract his attention.
"Down on your knees, slave, and resume licking my boots!" he added to me, grasping hold of the handle of my leash and sliding it over his wrist to mark his ownership and snatching the note from my fingers.
Crest fallen at letting him down, I swallowed my pride and meekly accepted Ashok's brutal reminder of my reduced status in the world by falling down to the floor and licking the tops of his gleaming footwear with my ass up in the air, leaving my former molesters looking on in awe.
"I believe I'm next!" he then asserted, interrupting the barman as he was about to serve yet another new arrival out of turn.
So swiftly was the towering Indian appeased, that barely two minutes later, I was being paraded through the cruising area on all fours at the end of my leash, while he embraced the two beers he had purchased in the same capacious palms he had used earlier to reddened my ass.
"Open the doors for me!" he commanded when we neared the rear exit, pausing to let me scamper ahead of him to aid him make his way back outside without spilling a drop of the drinks.
By the time we emerged, not only were my knees sore as a result of having to crawl across the concrete floor but my ass was smarting too, as along the way braver guys than those at the bar had taken advantage of my helplessness to land blows on my upturned buttocks as I'd passed them by.
Recalling my missing boots when we entered the beer-garden, I paused to check out the bench where I had stowed them earlier, but they were nowhere to be seen!
"Is he after these?" a young Black guy sitting on the bench chirped up mischievously after witnessing Ashok give me a kick up the backside to encourage me to move on, as though I was a disobedient dog determined to sniff at every passing lamppost.
Upon hearing his words, I looked up and recognised the youngster holding up my boots as the slender sub I had took a turn fucking on my most recent visit to the club, when he had been offering himself to all-comers in the adjoining corridor. As he had addressed his question to my owner rather than to me, despite me undoubtedly being the only guy in the club without footwear, I lowered my head to avoid him identifying me as one of the guys who had fucked him, now reduced to being a slave at the business end of a collar and leash.
"I guess they're his!" Ashok replied with a grin as I hung my head in shame, "He's a habit of leaving his clothes lying around in public places!" he added in mock exasperation.
"As my hands are full at the moment, would you mind tying the laces together and hanging them round his neck for me?" he asked him politely.
"No problem!" the youngster replied with a conspiratorial smirk.
"You must take better care of your stuff in future!" Ashok warned me, as he stood by while the obliging youngster did his bidding.
"Now show the nice man how grateful you are!" he added, when he was done.
Uncertain how I was expected to do this, I hesitated and was awarded a second kick on the buttocks to prompt me to respond, after which I stooped to kiss the tops of the sub's soiled footwear in the same way I had his own moments before, only for the lad to burst into laughter and then lean forward to pat me on the head.
"Good boy!" he sniggered gleefully, reaching down to fondle my butt as I proceeded to lick as well as kiss his shoes.
"That's it, make 'em shine!" he added and, while Ashok looked on with approval, rewarded himself for his trouble by also sliding a finger in and out of my exposed hole in imitation of fucking me. Then with a smirk presented it to me to lick clean!
When I reluctantly complied with his wishes, he broke into a fit of the giggles, leading me to conclude from the pleasure he obtained from humiliating me that he had recognised me after all.
After joining in his laughter, my escort gave him a friendly wink before parting to enter to the beer garden, where he set down the drinks on the table where Ram was sitting, impatiently awaiting our return.
"About time!" he complained, pocketing the change his mate had deposited on the table and immediately taking a large gulp of his beer.
"What the fuck you been up to?" he demanded of me, after taking the leash from his mate's hand and raising my head from the floor so we were face to face.
"The barman refused to serve him!" Ashok replied on my behalf, "Plus he's been looking everywhere for his boots!"
"He won't be needing his boots again anytime soon!" Ram responded in anger, "From now on he's goin' barefoot!" he decreed, yanking them from my neck and throwing them beneath the table in disgust.
"Now get down there and start sucking our dicks, slave boy!" he added, prising my head below table- height and awarding me a slap on my reddened behind to hurry me up as I clambered through the woodwork to do his bidding.
Once I was enveloped by the darkness beneath the table, Ashok sat on the bench opposite him and the pair continued getting to know each other whilst they downed their beers and Ram smoked another cigarette. Leaving me to open up the front of their pants in turn as they chatted and move from one to the other to suck the precum from their fast-stiffening cocks, like a bee gathering nectar.
Only when their beer glasses were empty again, did the inebriated pair finally let me loose from my slatted wooden prison, after which they draped me over the table top, face-down with my knees on one bench and my head and arms hanging down over the other, to be publicly fucked.
While Ashok jerked my face up with the leash and slid his impressive shaft repeatedly in and out of my mouth, Ram landed yet more slaps on my buttocks with the flat of his hand, drawing the attention of everyone within hearing distance to the goings-on taking place in their midst.
As guys fought each other to gain a better view of the action, he paused my chastisement to stretch a condom over his member and without bothering with lube, aligned its tip with my hole and thrust it home in one go, just as he had in private so many times before.
Thanking my lucky stars for the lubrication his companion had provided earlier, I took Ram's rapid entry as my due and distracted myself from the pain by submissively running my lips up and down the velvety length of Ashok's mammoth cock. But, despite me willingly taking as much of it inside me as I could without gagging, he proceeded to up my humiliation by cupping the back of my head in his giant palm and prising his shaft ever deeper down my throat, until I was no longer able to breathe.
Meanwhile, at my other end, Ram adjusted my ass until it was positioned more to his liking and plunged his, only slightly less impressive member, fully inside me several more times before holding it there. The pair then gave me a fresh insight into just how appropriate the term "spit-roasting" was for this form of sexual domination by pushing against each other in a reverse tug-of-war, to probe me ever deeper, whilst occasionally permitting me to catch a breath to ensure I didn't expire before they were done!
The more I struggled and whimpered from the discomfort, the more determined the pair became to impose their wills upon me and began gradually upping the pace of my ass- and face- fucking, to whoops of delight from those watching. When Ram threatened to reach climax more rapidly than his companion, he moved to delay his orgasm by mixing in slapping my buttocks with fucking me. A move immediately matched by his mate at my other end, who began alternating ramming his cock down my throat with slapping me hard across the face whenever I gagged.
In response to this drink-fuelled frenzy of lust and abuse, I countered my instinct to resist by directing my thoughts to the hirsute masculine beauty of my two tormentors and told myself how lucky I was at my age to be thought worthy of even licking their boots! Plus, wasn't being humiliated in this way in the midst of my favourite leather bar in front of a crowd of jeering spectators the fulfilment of one of my longest held fantasies?
A full five minutes later, Ram let out a cry to warn his companion he was about to cum, prompting Ashok to withdraw his dick from my mouth so he could finish himself off and complete my public disgrace by decorating my face with copious amounts of his spunk.
Filled with the bonhomie that follows the achievement of orgasm, the pair heaved sighs of satisfaction as they gradually came down from their sexual highs and then broke into laughter when Ram mischievously emptied the contents of the condom that had been embedded up my backside onto my face, to mingle his semen with that of his new-found buddy and publicly baptise me as their slave.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
As the pair backed away from me to tuck their tumescent dicks back inside their pants, I carefully wiped their cum clear of my eyes and heaved a sigh of relief, only to immediately catch sight of the ring of spectators surrounding us, who had been cheering them on.
Although I was mostly viewed with smiles of appreciation for the raunchy entertainment I had inadvertently provided them with, mixed in with them there were also a few looks of envy from those who would have gladly taken my place as the Indian pair's slave, and also glares of hostility from some who clearly regarded my public sexual capitulation to them with either pity or contempt, but had watched the free show nonetheless. However, at that moment, I had more pressing things to concern me than what the bystanders thought of me, uppermost of which was whether I too, would get to cum before the night was over!
It wasn't long before I discovered that my masters were not done with humiliating me, as they too had been surveying the circle of guys watching us and realised they were hanging on in the hope they might also get to impose something similar on me, once they were out of the picture. Thankfully, they chose not to abandon me to my fate but instead, after a brief consultation, motioned two of the bystanders over to join them!
"These two guys are going to fuck you while we chill out!" Ram explained to me, after he'd caught the eye of the guy in the leather shorts who had ogled me in the darkroom on our arrival, whilst Ashok had done the same to the young Black guy who had returned my boots. Excited by what they'd just witnessed, both eagerly stepped forward in response.
"I'll be watching to make sure you do everything they tell you to. Cos if you don't. instead of cumming before we leave, you'll be getting your ass tanned again and maybe a whipping as well!" he threatened, chuckling at the alarmed expression on my face as Ashok held out the handle of my leash for one of them to take from him, to signify the temporary transfer of ownership. When the Black youngster was the first to claim it, I heaved a sigh of relief that at least they had chosen one guy that I found attractive!
After a few whispered words in his protege's ear, Ashok announced he was heading off to the bar to buy more drinks, leaving Ram to oversee proceedings from the adjoining bench whilst he enjoyed a post-coital cigarette. But when he left, there was a bit of a hiatus as the two subs they had selected from the crowd closed in on me, uncertain of each other and how they should begin, despite knowing that my co-operation had been guaranteed by my master.
In contrast, as I got used to the idea, the more turned on I was by the added humiliation of being handed over to two slender subs to be used and abused in front of my fellow leather guys, most of whom had only previously witnessed me in the role of top. So, to help break the ice, I quickly fell to my knees and began to cover their footwear with kisses.
My abject display of submission did the trick, as when in turn they began treating me as though I were their pet dog, their confidence rapidly increased. Soon they were reaching down to pat me on the head, and stroke my ass and thighs, then, as they got off on humiliating me like this, flipped me over onto my back to tickle me beneath my shaved armpits, pinch my nipples and slap my genitals around, until I was pleading with them to stop.
Unlike my leather-clad masters, the pair were both scantily dressed and not shy of shedding what few clothes they possessed in order to have me service them more easily. So, as they proceeded to kiss me on the lips, thrust their cocks into my mouth and slide their fingers in and out of my ass, I kissed, fondled and hugged whatever parts of their slender anatomies came within reach to enhance my own pleasure as well as their own. So, when the Black youngster pulled down his pants and crouched down over my face, I didn't hesitate to grasp tight hold of his hips and slide my nose between his ebony buttocks to publicly lick out his hole with my tongue.
After having shrunk to the size of a weeny during the course of my violent face- and ass- fucking, my cock began to swell again in response to the youngsters' more playful chastisements, fortified by my realisation that by becoming the sexual plaything of two young subs selected from the watching crowd and publicly licking one of their arses, my humiliation had reached a new low!
Thankfully, with a stern-faced, Muir-cap-wearing, Ram keeping a watchful eye on proceedings, none of the miscreants who had spanked or attempted to fondle my ass earlier had the temerity to interfere and the youngsters were permitted to be as gentle or harsh in their treatment of me as they wished. As my excitement grew, in the hope of finally being permitted to cum, I reached down to grasp hold of my fast-hardening dick, but to my disappointment, the other guy intervened to slap away my hand.
However, instead of chastising me for attempting to wank-off, he quickly stretched a condom over my manhood and coated it with lube! After which, he unfastened the zipper that ran along the seat of his leather shorts, crouched down over my groin facing his accomplice and gradually skewered his skinny ass on my shaft! He then commenced bouncing up and down enthusiastically on my groin, whilst yanking hard on his dick.
Realising both of us were hurtling toward orgasm at a rapid pace, the Black guy reached out to catch hold of his companion's nipples and twist them and when he whimpered gratefully in response, took hold of him by the back of his neck and wrenched his face down toward his erect dick into. Far from protesting, he eagerly took it into his mouth, grateful to have a cock to suck on while he was simultaneously penetrated himself on my captive shaft.
"Suck it!" the Black youngster called out to him theatrically, clearly relishing his debut in the role of dom, "And you, keep on licking my ass!" he added to me, tightening his buttocks around my tongue as he thrust his shaft repeatedly in and out of his accomplice's mouth, leaving me to embrace the opposite role by clasping hold of his thighs to support myself as I sank my tongue still deeper up his ass!
Barely a minute later, no longer able to contain his excitement, the lad gave notice he was about to cum and withdrew his cock from the leather sub's mouth. In response, he rapidly accelerated the pace of his wanking and, as his accomplice in my humiliation drew back to shoot his semen over my face, pulled himself off in tandem with him to coat my entire torso in cum. A move that drew a cheer from the watching crowd which had gathered around us once again.
Abandoned on the ground, basted in spunk, I closed my eyes and resumed pulling on my dick to achieve a climax of my own while I recollected the myriad of indignities I had willingly suffered over the course of the evening.
However, by now, Ashok had returned to the beer garden with the promised drinks and rather than stand by and watch me beat-off without their permission, my two Indian masters stepped in to up my humiliation a notch further.
After coating the sole of his boot with the cum adorning my chest and belly, Ram presented its underside for me to lick clean, while Ashok placed the toe of his boot over my ball sack to stretch down my foreskin to expose my cock-head as I wanked.
Determined to reach orgasm nonetheless, I tightened my muscles in response to their torments and pulled both faster and harder on my dick, until on the very brink of cumming, it belatedly occurred to me that to avoid the threatened beating I ought to seek my master's permission before I came. So, regardless of who might overhear, I gasped meekly, "Permission to cum sir?"
But despite my public show of obsequiousness, I was not immediately rewarded by Ram giving me his consent, instead the leather-clad pair reached down in a pincer movement to grab hold of my nipples.
"Now you can cum!" Ram announced derisively, as the pair commenced twisting their tips so forcefully that I writhed on the ground beneath their feet like a worm in its death-throws.
Nevertheless, two minutes later, I finally triumphed over the excruciating pain and cried out, "I'm going to cum!" repeatedly, as I hurtled toward my long-awaited climax and took one step closer to fulfilling my fantasy of becoming another man's sex slave.
END
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