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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 Three
Looking back at the sex we had on that first occasion, it was far more reciprocal than what was to follow.
I remember how excited I became by merely hugging and fondling his slender brown body and admiring his handsome face. I distinctly recall Ram sucking my cock in a 69, so we must have ended up on the floor at one point, and us also kissing passionately on the lips - although only after I'd agreed to go up to the bathroom to get mouthwash and rinse out my mouth, given I'd just given him a rim job!
He certainly got my vote for being both clean and health-conscious and also for being sympathetic enough not to force me to take his cock deep-throat when I continued to gag on it.
Instead he patiently explained to me that I just needed to "learn to relax".
Had he ever had a giant cock repeatedly rammed down his throat, I wondered?
However, in general, he came across as a very considerate and caring guy who was only doing his best to give me the sexual domination I'd said I was after in my on-line profile.
Ram sported a rigid erection throughout our encounter which led me to think that he must have fancied me at least a little - though, on reflection, I realised that he could just as easily have got off on the sadistic pleasure he obtained from humiliating me or from the physical stimulation he derived from having any guy service his cock and arse.
Hopefully it was a mix of all three! But I guess I'd better resume from where I left off so you can make up your own mind on the issue...
"Now I'm going to fuck you!" he'd announced.
Given the large size of the Indian lad's dick and some recent bad experiences I'd had, I was not looking forward to Ram screwing me, but accepted that sooner or later it had to happen and was determined to accept it without complaint when the moment arose.
However, when push came to shove, I reneged on my commitment and bucked and slid away from his marauding cock, unable to bear the pain as he tried every which way to squeeze his enormous member inside my, until then, rarely fucked hole.
Ram had begun gently enough, positioning me on my knees with my arse in the air so that he could loosen me up with a couple of lubricated fingers. He'd then provided me with yet another opportunity to display my unquestioning obedience by demanding that I put the condom on his cock for him...
Excited at being complicit in my own deflowering, I tore open the packet, carefully unrolled the latex sheaf and stretched it until it encompassed the entire length of his shaft.
"Stand facing the wall, arms above your head," Ram ordered, hastily rising to his feet without giving me the chance to lubricate his dick.
"Now stick out your arse and spread your legs!"
I did as I was told and soon felt the head of his knob pressing hard against the delicate pink lips of my anus. Please take it slowly, I prayed, trying my best to relax my sphincter muscles so he could slide himself inside me without causing me too much trauma.
But the youngster could restrain his excitement no longer and abruptly thrust his swollen prick inside me as deeply as he could!
Like a stuck pig, I was suddenly overwhelmed with pain and involuntarily backed my arse away from him, forcing him out as quickly as he had forced himself in!
Although my mind was willing, my body refused to obey - the lack of lube and my awkward stance combining to make it far more painful than I could bear.
After a brief hiatus, while Ram roundly cursed me, I bent forward and placed my hands on my knees to better brace myself against his thrusts, and meekly offered my arse to the young Indian a second time.
But the moment he entered me fully, I was again stricken by such unbearable pain that I eased forward on tip- toe and ejected him yet again.
"Bend over with your head in the chair!" Ram demanded in exasperation.
Shamefaced at disappointing him, I hastily shifted his clothes from the recliner and meekly buried my head in its seat with my arse cheeks spread wide, so that he could enter me with greater ease.
With nowhere left to escape, the youngster finally had his way with me, driving my head into the seat cushion as he drove his cock home and then slowly withdrew it, only to prise it inside me again, deeper than before.
Although I whimpered pathetically into the cushion from the pain of each thrust, my muffled pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears - in fact they seemed only to increase the boy's excitement and the pace of his fucking of me.
With my abdomen full to bursting and the pain increasing rather than subsiding, I was on the point of interrupting him once again, when, to my huge relief, his thrusts suddenly abated. The lad had ejaculated inside me.
He had cum in less than a minute!
"Okay, now it's your turn - I want to see you cum!" Ram exhorted, when I finally raised my head up from the chair seeking direction.
By this time, the condom was hanging down from the end of his spent dick, its tip bloated from the huge quantity of semen he had just pumped into my virginally tight ass. I also detected traces of blood, but thankfully nothing else!
The lad grabbed a handful of tissues to clean himself up from the box I had left out for him and then slumped down on the sofa still breathing heavily to savour his moment of post-orgasmic bliss.
Ram was a nice guy, I decided, unlike some of the more selfish self-styled tops I had come across on-line, he was going to permit me to cum before took he took his leave!
Equally grateful that he had cut short my suffering by cumming so quickly, I watched approvingly as he carefully peeled off the rubber and wrapped it up in the tissues so that none of his spunk spilt on either the furniture or the floor.
"Get on with it then!" he added impatiently, as I continued to stare at him in wide-eyed admiration as he finished cleaning up his dick.
In response, I knelt down at my idol's feet and gazed up at his slim young man's body. My earlier excitement having been doused by the shock of penetration, I had to tug hard on my shrunken cock to get myself re- aroused.
Despite all the planning I had done in advance of our meeting, this was a moment I had not anticipated, as I had not envisaged Ram leaving it entirely up to me to decide how I should cum.
I toyed with the idea of asking him to tweak my nipples while I wanked-off but decided this was far too demeaning a task for him at this stage in our relationship and something he should only do of his own volition, when he thought I deserved it.
Instead, I decided that what I wanted to do most of all was to worship him and add to my humiliation by doing this in the most demeaning way I could think of.
So, I reached out and held his foot up to my cheek and asked his permission to remove his socks.
"Okay, but no tickling!" was the lad's endearing response.
I took hold of each slender foot in turn and carefully peeled away its purple sock. Then I gently brushed the tops and soles of his feet with my lips and kissed each of his toes whilst continuing to wank myself furiously.
Going through my mind was how this was surely the ultimate in self-effacement - I was stark naked, down on my knees, newly fucked, masturbating myself, excited that the handsome young Indian should allow me the privilege of even kissing his feet!
Clearly having an inkling of what was going through my head, Ram responded by adding to my humiliation by inserting his toes into my mouth.
I gobbled them up eagerly, despite this being the first time in my life I had done such a thing, and then settled down to sucking the big toe of Ram's left foot as though it were his cock (though of a much more manageable size).
Jumping to the conclusion that this was one of my biggest turn-ons, the youngster slid his toe in and out of my mouth more and more forcefully, and within minutes my excitement reached a crescendo. But it was the humiliation involved in doing it that had excited me, rather than any long-suppressed sexual fetish for worshipping feet.
When I came, I was imagining that Ram had forced me to kiss his feet and lick his toes in front of an audience, rather than me doing it voluntarily in the privacy of my own home. I dreamt that I was being made to masturbate like a dog in a public place to reveal to all-comers the extent of my submission to the stunningly beautiful young Indian lad, who in the course of a single encounter and the exchange of a few on-line messages had turned me into his willing slave!
Seemingly oblivious to the impact he had had on me, once I was done, Ram handed me some tissues, finished dressing and wordlessly took his leave.
Desperate to see him again, after recording every delicious detail of our first encounter in my diary and wanking-off over it, I sent him a message of thanks that same evening, hoping against hope that this was just the start of my adventures with this imaginative and mischievous young Indian top.
Hi Ram
Thought I'd let you know that I thought this afternoon was pretty incredible. You played the dominant role to perfection - taking my obedience for granted, chastising me when I stepped out of line and taking things at your own pace so that you could enjoy every minute of your pleasure and my humiliation.
Sorry I was a bit anxious and failed to stay hard - I should have told you in advance that tweaking my nipples is the quickest way to get and keep me excited.
As you found out, I'm not that experienced a cock sucker and am not used to being fucked regularly either - so you presented me with quite a challenge - I suggest you mark-up the dick size on your profile from "average" to "large" BTW - I doubt you'll get any complaints!
It's perhaps too much to hope that we may meet up again - but you never did get round to describing that particular roleplay fantasy you had in mind for me... I'm still intrigued. I'm at your disposal should you ever want to take things further.
Thanks again, Alan xxx
Chapter Four
The following day, the website informed me that my message had been received, but when a week passed and I heard nothing in reply. I thought about sending him another but decided I better not risk it, as the last thing I wanted to do was scare the guy off by appearing too demanding. So, I put Ram to the back of my mind, comforting myself that I had other irons in the fire, sex-wise.
I could usually score on my occasional visits to the sauna and guys continued to contact me in response to my two on-line profiles - although either me, or them, usually bailed out before getting to the point of actually meeting up, they at least provided me with new material for my wank fantasies!
But when another week passed, I concluded I was unlikely to hear from the mischievous Indian again and in my desperation, considered driving to a leather bar and hanging around the darkroom wearing nothing but a jockstrap, boots and a collar to see if I could land myself a dominant man that way.
The idea of making myself so vulnerable in public excited me tremendously but on reflection I doubted I would be up to facing the consequences should I be taken advantage of by a guy who was less scrupulous than Ram was about his personal hygiene, whose cock may well have been sucked by half a dozen other guys before me and likely as not also been shoved up a similar number of arses!
With my luck, I also thought it highly unlikely I would attract the type of guy I fancied (certainly no one as handsome as Ram) given the limited selection the average gay leather bar had to offer and the scarcity of guys with their origins in the Indian sub-continent frequenting them.
Equally, I had qualms about rejecting suitors after having led them on by dressing so provocatively, as it would not only involve me stepping out of my submissive role but would also result in those that witnessed the rebuff giving me a wide birth in future. Plus, some guys were hard to shrug off once they had their cock jammed down your throat and didn't take rejection by a sub kindly!
My conclusion was that I would have to go the whole hog and accept all comers whether I fancied them or not - but then I risked being fucked over by the completely selfish tops I disliked so much. Add to this, the not unlikely possibility of being spotted subbing by someone who knew me and I decided I wasn't that desperate ...at least not yet!
So instead, to pass the time while I waited for the young Indian to respond, I decided to take some new selfies of myself - with me naked and in more overtly submissive poses than I had in the past. Then, if I didn't hear from him soon, I could send the pics to him in the hope they might persuade him to get in touch with me again.
I placed my camcorder on a tripod in the home gym I'd set up in the spare bedroom and started off posing in my regular workout gear, then gradually stripped down to nothing, before wanking to get myself hard, then pointed my arse at the camera and parted my cheeks to emphasize my availability. Thinking of the extra leverage and control that sending these images to a top would give him over me, I rapidly got myself excited and cosied up the lens to capture pics of myself cumming in close-up.
Afterwards, I spent an hour or more putting together a selection of stills from the video that I hoped might arouse Ram, and any other interested tops, adding some of the faceless ones to my on-line sub profile in the hope that this might also help deliver the goods...
A few days later, on a dull Monday afternoon I was contemplating a trip to the sauna (I rarely visited at the weekends as I had other commitments then and going when the place was packed out didn't seem to improve my chances of scoring much) when it occurred to me that I hadn't checked out the website for messages that day. So before taking the final decision to go, I logged onto my profile "just in case".
Although I discovered I'd received no fresh contacts as a result of the new pics I'd added to it, to my surprise I had finally received a new message from Ram.
hello alan and ta for yours
had a pleasant time with you also...would be fun to do it again...my fantasy we can discuss when we meet next...
are you at yours this week at all?
Ram xx
Wow! He'd finally got back to me when I'd more or less written him off! This meant our first date was a success after all - or that at least that he was sufficiently keen on me to judge me worthy of servicing him again!
My more cynical self, told me he'd probably been on the lookout for sex and, like me, had not been successful.
So, the rat had finally got back to me as a last resort, totally ignoring the fact he'd let three weeks elapse before bothering to reply to the message I'd sent him on the very same day as we'd met!
Nevertheless, noticing he was still on-line, I replied immediately, in the hope that he might be able to meet up the following day! As the blood rushed to my cock, I set my resentment aside and hastily typed out a suitably obsequious response.
Tomorrow would be great at whatever time is convenient for you sir - I will have the place to myself until at least 6pm. Please let me have your instructions for how I should dress for your visit and if there is any equipment you would like to have available or any refreshments. I will leave the door open for you as before.
In my excitement I appended one of the stills from the series I had taken earlier that week - the first naked face pic with me in a submissive pose that I had ever shared with a guy I had met through a dating website! Although I did not possess a single image of either his face or body (clothed or otherwise) I was handing over, unsolicited, an intimate one of myself with no strings attached.
My hope was that Ram would not only be aroused by having a permanent record of me displaying himself for his pleasure but also enjoy the additional power I was giving him over me. If he decided to show it to his pals or share it with the world by posting it on the internet, I had no right to complain. Indeed, part of me actually wanted him to do just that as a means of increasing my sexual humiliation at his hands. The message I hoped to convey was that if he fancied me, then I was his to do with exactly as he pleased!
It seemed to do the trick as, to my surprise, this time I received an immediate reply.
hello alan and ta for yours
instructions for tomorrow -you will be dressed in a white tee-shirt and nothing else -coffee will be ready to serve with milk and brown sugar - stronger than you had made it previously and on time! -the back door open with an ashtray and a box of matches sitting on the table in the garden
Ram xx
ps expect me at midday tomorrow...do not disappoint me regarding the above!
The tone of this message set my pulse racing as it showed that the youngster had assumed the dominant role I had hoped he would. He could have made any demand of me, however outrageous, and I would have rushed to obey him - in fact, the more sexually humiliating the request, the more I would have liked it!
Yet he had settled for merely having me strip down to a tee-shirt for our next meet and provide him with coffee (albeit of precisely the right consistency and as soon as he arrived). However, I noted he had spiced up this mundane request with a threat, not to "disappoint him," leaving me to speculate on what the possible consequences might be should I inadvertently let him down!
I dashed off a reply:
Okay Ram - you're the boss - see you tomorrow at noon!
I then returned to study his message in more detail.
So, Ram was a smoker! I hadn't realised this on our first meet as we'd stayed indoors and he had refrained from smoking while inside the house. Sitting out on the patio would give him the opportunity to indulge his addiction to nicotine as well as to caffeine and have me service him sexually at the same time, in a sort of mini-orgy!
Why did he want us to meet so early in the day I wondered - did he want lots of time to do what he liked with me or was this just the time of day that suited him best? Would I get to know what his sub-dom role play fantasy was this time round or was this just a ploy to get me horny? Was he really planning to carry it out when we met?
I thought it unlikely that Ram was planning on doing too much to me outdoors as I didn't think he knew just how private the garden was and so would be wary of us being observed. But the more I thought about it, what better test of a new sub's obedience could there be than demanding he strip naked and allow himself to be fucked outside his own back door regardless of the risk of his neighbours witnessing it? In contrast, he would be off and away immediately afterwards (perhaps never to be seen again) leaving me to face the consequences of broadcasting my taste for sexual humiliation to all and sundry!
So, as a precaution, just in case this was what Ram had in mind for me, I decided I would put up the sun umbrella to provide additional cover (whether or not the sun was shining). This would reduce the number of potential witnesses and allow me more comfortably to comply with his demands whilst still providing the additional frisson of sex outdoors.
It also occurred to me that, this time round, I needed to prepare my arse and throat to take Ram's extra-large cock. So later that night I not only loosened my arse with a modestly sized butt-plug but also wrapped a suitably large banana up in cling-film and slid it down my gullet by way of a rehearsal for what I knew was to come on the following day.
After I'd done this a few times, and worked out that it was impossible to breathe through either your nose or your mouth while you have a cock/banana blocking your larynx, it began to dawn on me that through my eagerness to please him, I was allowing Ram to train me to become a better sub without having to go through the bother of disciplining me.
Then it hit me that if this were to continue for any length of time then fantasy would very soon turn into reality and I would become a sub - his sub!
Given the toe-sucking episode last time, I wondered if he would allow me to lick his feet and worship him again after he had fucked me in order to heighten my humiliation as I made myself cum or, better still, now that he thought I got off on this, make me beg for the privilege.
I wanted him to be strict with me and hoped he would add some more stringent demands to his list by sending me another message on the morning of the meet. The more humiliating or challenging the orders the better, as far as I was concerned, as this would give him a pretext for punishing me should I fail to comply.
I fell asleep dreaming of the chastisements that might be coming my way should I dare disappoint him...
To be continued...
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