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Barney
The Isle of Dogs?
Summary
After hearing about Playa Del Ingles reputation for being a sun-drenched gay paradise, Ian Hamilton opts to take a winter holiday in the Canary Islands.
Travelling alone, after the beak up of a relationship, he opts to book with a gay tour operator, thinking he will soon make friends with his fellow tourists.
But introverted Ian doesn't make friends easily and when his travelling companions all seem to be in tight-knit couples or groups and no one he fancies takes much interest in him, he turns to the locals to satisfy his craving for sexual domination and his lust for hirsute Latino and Arabic guys.
A few years later, a more sexually accomplished Ian hears the resort now has a leather scene, so decides to visit Gran Canaria again.
This time, he mixes more with his British compatriots, but after finding it hard to pin down a guy he fancies, who is into the sort of sex he enjoys, he fears he may have to settle for watching the drunken antics of others.
Until, on the last night of his stay, he summons up the courage to make a move on a strikingly handsome guy who has caught his eye in the disco.
When his affection is reciprocated, Ian proceeds to introduce his companion to the delights of public humiliation and bondage, only for things not to work out quite as he had planned...
Part 3
By the time Mehmet thrust his impish face between the curtains a second time, Ian's ass was blushed a dark shade of pink and his previously erect cock reduced to a mere memory.
To add to his humiliation, Ali had tucked his shrunken shaft and battered ball sack between his legs to emasculate him completely, leaving his golden pubes bereft of any adornment and his inflamed nipples standing out swollen and sore from his pallid chest like a pair of dugs, their colour matching that of his beaten backside.
In other respects, Ian stood exactly as before, submissively displaying his naked body with his hands affixed to his head with his gaze directed down to the floor, but now the crimson cheeks of his face were adorned with rivulets of tears.
In the intervening time, Mehmet had not been idle. He had not only shut up the shop where Ian had stumbled across his sexual nemesis, but also borrowed a video camera from a fellow stallholder and made his boss a cup of tea, both of which he now held up in his hands.
After a few words were exchanged between the youngster and his master, that Ian couldn't understand, he handed over the drink and set about putting the cam to use.
He began by drawing back the curtain fully to let in more light from the nearby storage area, then commenced recording the unwary tourist's humiliation for them to enjoy long after his brief vacation had ended and he had returned to his icy home in the north.
Now with an audience to appreciate his inventiveness and superior sexual acumen, Ali set about demonstrating his masculinity by showcasing the unquestioning obedience that the severity of the white boy's beating had conferred on him to both the youngster and for the camera.
"On your knees!" Ali barked, catching hold of Ian by the ear the moment he had crouched down, leading him across the floor to kneel before the chair he had utilised for his spanking earlier.
He then sat down on it and, with an exaggerated sigh, turned the tourist sideways- on, with his head down to the floor, on all fours.
With a smirk, the Arab then deposited his aching legs in the middle of Ian's back as though he were his footstool and took a first sip of his much needed drink.
He then sat back with a smile on his face as though to recover from the fatigue the punishment he had just inflicted on his captive had generated, rather than from a morning spent fruitlessly peddling his wares to indifferent shoppers.
The chastened Ian, who had long ago adopted the mind-set of a slave, instantly obeyed his undoubted superior and posed displaying himself in this most ignominious of positions, whilst Mehmet circled around him to capture his humiliation from every angle.
Aware of Mehmet's return and that he was now witnessing his humiliation, though not yet that he was recording it on cam, Ian's cock slowly twitched back into life.
Although the spanking had been more severe than he had experienced in the past, the frustrated tourist had persuaded himself to accept it as the price he would have to pay for being permitted to worship Ali's manly body and hopefully that of his young assistant as well.
As he relaxed and sipped his drink contentedly, the Arab's dick stiffened as he contemplated how he would add further to the submissive white boy's humiliation prior to fucking him.
"Kiss my feet!" Ali eventually demanded, removing his legs from Ian's back and setting aside his empty cup before guiding his head down to the top of one of them.
As the beaten tourist bent down to award a series of kisses to the tops of each of the Arab's feet, Mehmet gleefully recorded his reddened arse displayed up in the air.
In an attempt to ingratiate himself with his master, Ian gently removed his battered sandals and set them aside so he could both massage the soles of his feet and kiss them simultaneously.
"Lick!" Ali decreed after letting out a groan of pleasure to show his appreciation of Ian's efforts, holding up one of his feet to his slave's face and pressing his toes up against his lips.
Now completely submersed in his role as Ali's slave, Ian opened up his mouth in response and immediately began wrapping his tongue around each of the Arab's toes in turn, sucking on them lovingly as though he actually relished the taste of the dust and sweat that coated his master's feet.
Ali looked up to catch Memet's eye and nodded to him to train his cam on Ian's crotch where his cock was now to be seen swelling rapidly.
Once Ian had finished licking each and every toe, Ali held up his whole foot up to his mouth to increase his degradation still further by insisting he also lick each of his pallid, dirt-streaked, soles all the way down to the heel.
Revelling in this display of abject submission, the Arab then prised all five of his toes inside the tourist's mouth at once, stretching his lips as wide as those of a clown and causing drool to dribble down from its straining corners.
After repeating this for his other foot, Ali finally rose from his chair and prised Ian's whole body downwards until he was lying flat on his back with his flushed head trapped beneath his moistened soles with his pink dick silhouetted against his belly, fully erect.
As Ali demonstrated his contempt for the white tourist by trampling every part of his exposed body into the floor beneath his feet - paying especially attention to his cock and balls - Mehmet zoomed in to capture every deliciously humiliating moment for them to enjoy afterwards.
It was at this juncture that Ian became aware of Mehmet's camera pointing down at him for the first time.
As his thoughts flitted between the potential long-term consequences of his submission to the horny Arabs being recorded on video and the more immediate arousing aspects of his humiliation no longer being restricted to the two guys who were fucking him, Ali moved on to up the ante still further.
"Now you kiss Ali's arse!" the Arab grinned, distracting Ian from his fears by stepping out of his pants and crouching down above his head to reveal his hair-coated buttocks to him for the first time.
As he crouched down to train the camera lens on the tourist's face, Mehmet began giggling uncontrollably as his master's backside came to a halt a few inches above his face.
"Kiss my ass!" Ali repeated.
As always, Ian's instinct was to obey, so despite his qualms, he raised his head from the floor and pressed his lips tenderly against each of Ali's buttocks to award them each a plethora of sloppy kisses.
"Lick!" came the inevitable next command, as Ali lowered his arse further until his crack was located directly above Ian's nose and mouth.
Again Ian rose to the challenge!
Such was his excitement that he reached for his cock to tug on it as he embraced his degradation fully, willingly sinking his face between the cleft of the Arab's buttocks, ignoring his distinctly masculine odours and sticking out his tongue until it was inserted into the taut circumference of his hole.
Meanly, while Ian obediently carried out his master's instructions, Mehmet prised his hand away from his dick and, while he waited for his head to re-emerge from Ali's backside, videoed himself whacking the white boy's pink shaft from side to side and it springing back each time harder than ever, as a result of his excitement.
To be continued.....
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