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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 Eleven
"You ready to fuck him now?" Ram asked his mate, after pausing to inspect the state of my ass a second time when the stroke-count reached thirty, "Cos I don't think he can take much more!"
"Sure!" his accomplice agreed eagerly, seemingly surprised that he would be invited to do anything other than watch, "But let me take some more pics of 'is arse before we do it!"
"No problem!" Ram replied backing away, but then noticed the rope that had been wrapped tightly around my genitals was now hanging down beneath me as a result of my hard-on having shrivelled to the size of a weeny during the course of my caning and opted to remove it.
Thinking he was being merciful, he also went on to release the clamps from my nipples, revealing he had never done this before, by his surprise when, instead of me heaving a sigh of relief, my whole body convulsed from the pain as the pent-up nerve impulses were suddenly transmitted to my brain. Realising his error, he hastily attempted to make amends by massaging their swollen tips.
Taking his cue from Ram, after taking his fill of ass pics, his mate repositioned himself before my head and proceeded to remove the cock-gag from my mouth. However, his actions were not entirely motivated by compassion, as I was permitted less than a minute to rest my aching jaw and swallow unencumbered before he thrust his fully-erect cock down my throat in its place!
"Suck it, yer dirty little worm!" he demanded, demonstrating his opinion of me had not improved any as a result of the humiliation I had permitted the pair to inflict on me over the course of the last half hour. Ram too, rapidly moved on from his attempts to mitigate my pain to sating his own desires, by first shucking off his pants and then donning a condom.
With my asshole already lubed-up and stretched, my master's cloaked cock glided in and out of me like a well- oiled piston, his forward thrusts only limited by his thighs hitting up hard against my recently tenderised backside. Meanwhile, at my other end, his more ruthless companion showed the full extent of his contempt for me by interspersing ramming his cock ever deeper down my gullet with slapping me across my face and landing gobs of spit over my closed eyes and into my open mouth!
For his part, Ram took my ass-fucking slowly for once, breathing heavily as he slid his manhood deep inside me and held it there as though to exult in my sexual conquest before working up to a steady rhythm, which as my fucking progressed was matched by his mate inserting his shaft down my throat as far as it would go.
However, so excited were the pair by what had gone before, that within just a few minutes Ram was ejecting his semen deep inside me in a series of cathartic spurts, whilst at my other end, his mate was splattering his seed over my saliva-smeared features. After which, both of my tormentors heaved huge sighs of satisfaction and broke out into peals of triumphant laughter.
However, my humiliation was still far from over.
Once my face been had photographed coated in his spunk, Ram's accomplice hurried off to the bathroom next door to clean himself up, leaving his pal to uncuff me from the bench and help me back onto my feet, but to my surprise, he returned almost immediately.
"Bring 'im next door!" he chortled, taking care not to reveal what he had in mind for me, as he helped his benefactor remove what was left of my bondage gear.
Moments later, I was being frog-marched completely naked into my washroom by the two of them and ordered to lie down in the bath tub, by which time I had guessed what was likely to follow. "Start wanking! Ram commanded with a smirk.
Despite feeling the first dribbles of his companion's urine begin trickling down on my head from above, I did as I was bid, only for the trickle to rapidly turn into a torrent.
"Wait 'til I get the cam, before yer start!" his mate called out once he had emptied his bladder completely, dashing out to retrieve it from the gym. Leaving me to discover that the mischievous bugger had closed the drain from the bath on his earlier visit, so that I was now marinating in a pool of warm piss as I attempted to wank-off.
On his return, Ram inevitably followed his example while his companion proceeded to add pics of this latest humiliation to the ones he had already captured of me.
As I lay there, with my eyes closed tightly shut, my master directed his flow down at me until I was drenched from head to foot. With the taste and smell of spunk and urine filling my mouth and nostrils, I recollected the panoply of humiliations the pair had inflicted on me that day and commenced wanking-off in earnest.
Being caught bare-assed, humping the floor wearing nothing but a pair of socks by way of introduction to Ram's pal...
Being made to demonstrate my submission by sucking my master's cock out on the patio, on a leash, collared like a dog, where I might be seen or overheard by my neighbours... then having to lick his ass-hole while his friend looked on...
Being robbed of the remaining shreds of my manhood by being made to parade around in knickers and other demeaning outfits after relocating to my gym... then reduced from being their pet dog, to being their monkey and ultimately a worm, fit only to wriggle around on the ground as they trampled me beneath their feet...
Only to then be trussed up in bondage and molested and mocked all over again, this time with no option but to suffer whatever pain or indignity they chose to inflict on my tits, cock and ass, whilst unable to cry out, with my eyes tight shut...
Having the body, I had spent so much time and effort keeping in prime condition for my master, thrashed with a crop and a cane and my face slapped and spat upon as his mate showed his contempt for me...
Then, after being rendered impotent as a result of their beating, having the horny youngsters spit-roast me and once they had both achieved their climax, celebrate my unmanning with gales of contemptuous laughter...
Only to then add insult to injury by having me wallow in a bath of their urine when I was finally permitted to make myself cum.. . Whilst all the while, they were busy capturing my humiliation on Ram's camera, rendering me vulnerable forever afterwards to having my sexual submission to them revealed to whole world via the internet...
Despite the pain still coming from my buttocks and tits, my recollections triggered the most tumultuous of orgasms, thereby adding yet another humiliation to all those that had gone before.
After locking the door behind them, still sinking of urine, I wearily climbed the stairs to the bathroom, where I paused to take a long look at myself in the mirror and realised my encounters with Ram were beginning to take their toll. That day, my whole body had ended up completely trashed - not only was my face flushed an angry shade of red from the slaps it had received, but so were my tits and dick as a result of the punishment doled out to them, and when I turned around, I saw that both my ass was striped with deep red welts and the flesh between them was glowing a shade of crimson.
In addition, when I sat down at my PC to record my encounter in my diary before the memories faded, a dull ache emanated from my back and buttocks where they touched the chair and my asshole continued to throb throughout as a result of the butt-plug having stretched the muscles way beyond their previous limit. It would be over a week before my body fully recovered from my ordeal, making me reluctant to work out or have sex with anyone else during this time.
I had imposed similar trauma on others in the past, I realised, but always at their request and, if anything, I had tended to err on the side of caution, often bringing things to an end prematurely at the first sign that a sub was unhappy with what I was doing to him. I guess I had been relying on Ram to do the same for me, especially since I had made clear to him that I wasn't into experiencing excessive pain. However, both he and his mate had assumed my ownership of the sex toys and bondage gear gave him carte blanche to use them and once I was rendered helpless, the pair had become so intoxicated by the power the bondage gave them over me that they had revelled in giving me a taste of my own medicine.
I guessed too that Ram was out to impress his mate by the amount of humiliation I was willing to endure in order to please him and also wanted to ensure that the pics he took of me were as raunchy as possible to enhance his later enjoyment. For whatever reason, he had ended up pushing things way beyond what I was willing to suffer for the sake of sex.
But what also worried me, was, that despite the pain, I had got off on it too! I realised, that if I continued down this path, in the absence of any genuine affection for me on Ram's part, it could only lead to him inflicting ever more extreme forms of humiliation on me and ultimately lead to my self-destruction - either physically, via illness, accident or injury, or mentally, through the loss of my self-respect. I also remained anxious about the pics they had taken of me finding their way onto the internet, as if they were discovered by my friends, I wasn't sure I would be able to bear the shame!
So instead of sending the lad the usual obsequious message of thanks after our encounter, this time round I decided I would wait until my wounds had healed and monitor his profile on the dating website to check if any of the pics they had taken of me appeared on it. After a week had passed, I decided I would test his feelings for me by holding off from messaging him and wait for him to make the first move.
PART TWO
Chapter Twelve
In retrospect, leaving Ram to contact me, turned out to be a foolish decision on my part as, for whatever reasons, I did not hear back from the lad for several months, during which, I failed to find anyone anything like as handsome or enthusiastic to play the dominant role with me, either via the apps or on my visits to saunas and gay clubs.
Although disappointed at not getting sight of any of the pics that had been taken in the course of our final encounter, I was reassured by finding none of them posted on the gay porn sites I frequented or on the growing number of dating websites I subscribed to, leading me to conclude that, thankfully, Ram had kept them to themself.
As the negative aspects of that occasion gradually receded in my memory, I consoled myself by wanking off over the diary entries I had kept of our meetings and by fantasizing about the additional humiliations Ram might impose on me should I dare contact him again after letting so much time elapse before thanking him for fucking me.
So, when, over eight months after we had parted, I discovered Ram had left a track on my profile, I was completely overjoyed, not just because he had finally made contact me again but because by doing it first, he had indicated that he still had feelings for me. However, after being neglected for so long and not sent so much as a copy of a single pic from any of our encounters, I found my thoughts initially preoccupied with obtaining some sort of revenge on him for my neglect.
I toyed with responding using the same couple of words "today... tomorrow?" that he had used to casually summon me for a fucking, and sending him a similar set of instructions as he had sent me prior to our meets - but this time with me in the dom role.
Monday... Tuesday...?
Get yourself here at 12 noon and be on time for once!
Best have a fag before you arrive, as to enjoy another one you'll have to stand outside in the cold - stripped naked.
I expect you to be dressed much smarter than in the past - wear the best formal dress you can muster - preferably a nice dark suit and tie, freshly shined shoes and dark socks.
You can wear underpants - but make sure you tear a hole in their rear to save me the bother of removing them before I fuck you.
Ring the bell to let me know you've arrived then let yourself in - the door will be open as usual. Go to the loo to clean yourself up and make sure you rinse out your filthy mouth with Listerine.
Then go to the kitchen and make me a coffee for once!
By the time I join you, I expect it to be waiting for me on the table, facing the French windows with your trousers down and your ass up in the air.
You're only getting two minutes to do this - so if you're not in position by the time I come down - you can expect to be punished.
Before I agree to meet you, I'll expect to receive two sexy pics of you posing naked from both front and back. Only then, will I get back to you with a date.
Regards Alan xx
However, despite my desire to get even, I realised that attempting a full-scale role reversal on the flimsy pretext of Ram leaving a track on my profile would be pushing it a bit far! Especially as there was a distinct possibility that I had provoked the response by inadvertently leaving a track on his profile without realising it!
But how satisfactory were our previous encounters? Sure, they had their moments and I found the lad incredibly attractive, but in reality, he was still a long way from the ideal dom master I fantasied about and had only reluctantly been persuaded into varying his sexual MO beyond prolonged cock sucking and ass fucking to something more imaginative. So, I wouldn't be losing out on much, would I?
On the plus side, if he turned out to like the idea of playing bottom - I'd have found myself another guy I could have lots of fun introducing to the delights of subbing and public sex. But that would leave me having to shoulder the burden of having to play top role again, which was what I was trying to get away from doing in the first place!
So, after a great deal of reflection, I decided instead to use the opportunity to draft a response that I hoped would gently persuade the handsome Indian lad to take more account of my desires and fantasies in our sex in future and dispense with some of the brutality and anonymity that had characterised our later encounters.
Hi Ram
Noticed you visited my profile yesterday and couldn't resist dropping you a line. Hope you are okay and having fun fucking some of your many admirers. Meeting you was one of the highlights of last year for me - a dating website contact who actually turns up for a meet and delivers on what they have promised is extremely rare! I must admit I have missed the excitement that your visits provided - before, during and after us meeting up!
On reflection, I realise I should have been more grateful that you showed any interest in a mature guy such as myself and should have made more of an effort to prepare myself so that I could satisfy you. However, although I liked the bondage and my submission to you being shown off to someone else, I was disconcerted by how much pain I had to suffer in our last encounter, especially as I had told you in advance that I wasn't into anything more than moderate pain.
I'd also already confided that I'm not a guy who gets pleasure per se from being fucked and sucking cock (in the way I do from say nipple play, wanking off and, more recently, from licking ass) but I do get off on the sexual humiliation involved in having these imposed on me, particularly by a handsome, self-confident, guy such as yourself.
You've humoured my penchant for advance instructions in the past and demonstrated a genius for taking control and testing out my obedience in original and unexpected ways - in return you've had your arse licked, your balls slavered over, your cock sucked, and got to penetrate my tight fuck hole (eventually) in any position you cared to name... not to mention being provided with endless cups of cold coffee...
However, because I find you so attractive, I would like to be allowed to actually see you occasionally when we meet and also be allowed to cum while kissing your bare feet or sucking your toes as well as by licking out your ass. I would of course expect to have to earn these privileges by pleasing you and debasing myself in any way that amuses you.
I can be available at home most weekday lunchtimes (if this time of day still suits you) but will need a day or two's notice. Let me have your instructions or just leave a track on my profile if you're interested and I'll get back to you.
Alan xx
In a state of high excitement, I kept checking my profile at regular intervals in the hope of receiving a reply but, once again, after me sending him a message revealing my on-going infatuation with him, I received nothing in reply, other than two days later, a second track on my profile. Hoping this meant he was open to seeing me again, I added to my humiliation by sending the bugger a further message telling him when I was available to meet up in the week ahead. This one succeeded in generating a speedier reply from him, but not one that I'd been expecting.
hello a got your message ta
havent a car at the moment so is a little tricky to get over to you
xx
Realising this was an opportunity to fulfil some of the fantasies I had not even touched upon in my earlier message, I immediately drafted a reply:
Hi Ram
Thanks for the message. You may remember that a while back I described one fantasy of mine was to meet up with you in your neck of the woods and have sex somewhere outdoors.
However, it's still far too cold and there's no leaf-cover for another 6 weeks - so this is out, at least for the time being! I can't think of anywhere suitable indoors near you where we can meet either, during the daytime, but perhaps you know a place? If you do, I'm more than happy to drive across for sex at lunchtime at a venue or your choice.
Alternatively, we could agree a rendezvous point and I could pick you up and drive you back to my place in my car (or you could drive - whichever you prefer) and then drop you off again afterwards. You could tell me what to wear and amuse yourself by humiliating me during the journey.
Let me know if you're interested.
Alan xxx
wednesday midday works for me...
...i will drive us back (assuming you have insurance which will cover me on your car) whilst you will be seated in the passenger ...i will tell you what you will be attired in on wednesday morning if you confirm acceptance of the details within this message
That's fine - car is insured for other drivers over 21 so I guess you qualify! Will be there. I will check tomorrow morning for your further instructions.
Alan xxx
After sending off my confirmatory message, I immediately began to speculate what I had let myself in for.
Excited at the prospect of meeting up with Ram again, I decided I might as well fantasize about it in advance as I knew for sure that the capricious lad was likely to come up with something completely different to what I expected to happen.
At 12 noon precisely I would see him standing smoking at the corner of the junction - having waited in the nearby supermarket car park in order to make sure I arrived exactly on time. He'd be wearing a winter version of his usual casual gear of jeans, sneakers, etc.
I would pull up and immediately vacate the driver's seat to let him get in. I would silently climb back in to the passenger side and let him drive us back via the North Circular Road. I would leave the radio on to hide the silence and wait for him to speak to me before saying a word myself.
Would he tell me off for not contacting him for so long I wondered? He was in the driving seat both literally and metaphorically - and might well want me to start "making him happy" prior to our arrival at my home, given the length of the car journey was over twenty minutes. I imagined him telling me to take off my clothes as we drove along - one item at a time spaced over the course of the journey - first my shoes, then my socks, then my jacket and tie...
However, knowing how cautious Ram was, I couldn't see him making me take things much further than that - so made a mental note to put a travel rug in the car so he could have me hide beneath it as I serviced him to eliminate the risk of us being spotted by a passing bus, truck or traffic camera. He would get me to put the rug over me before having me take off my remaining clothes and, once I was fully naked, have me get down on my knees below the level of the dashboard and take out his dick. As he drove along, I would wrap my mouth around its mammoth length - caressing it with my tongue to "keep it happy" until we reached our destination...
At which point I came!
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