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Barney
Barney's Weekend in Brighton
Summary
Having had a great time in the famous British seaside resort's only leather bar in the summer, red- headed Londoner, Alan heads off to Brighton for a weekend break, despite it being out of season. After discovering on his walk from the station, that his favourite venue has closed in the intervening months, he settles into his tiny hotel room, goes out for a meal and spends his first night cruising the nearby gay pub and disco dressed in his biker gear.
But when the only guy who catches his eye takes flight, he decides to cut his losses and have an early night, in the hope that Saturday might have something better to offer. However, a chance encounter on his walk back to his hotel along the rain-drenched promenade, results in him stumbling across just the sort of man and the sort of sex he was looking for. A happenstance that succeeds in transforming his weekend break into one that he will never forget!
- In the Sauna
The next thing I knew, Thomas was standing over me with the now wet towel draped around his waist. "Up yer get!" he demanded.
He must have been hatching his plans before waking me, as while I was still half-asleep, he wrested my arms behind my back and locked the handcuffs I had shown him earlier around my wrists. When I offered no resistance, he proceeded to fasten the dog collar around my neck. I noticed hanging down on a chain around his own neck were the keys both to my room and to the cuffs.
Breathing heavily, he quickly clipped the leash to the collar, dragged me out of bed by it and headed for the door.
"Where're you taking me?" I protested pulling back on the leash, shy of being paraded in the hallway stark naked. It was one thing to fantasize about being publicly humiliated and quite another to actually experience it! Especially when I knew there was a guy staying at the hotel who would recognise me!
"Stop moanin!" the Pakistani replied, "A thought this wer wot yer wer after!"
He had, quite correctly, interpreted my confiding in him about my liking for SM as giving him carte blanche to do whatever he liked with me. Too late for me to have second thoughts now!
"Git darn on yer knees!" he demanded and opened up the door.
I held my tongue and did as I was told, hanging my head in shame as the sturdy chef used his superior strength to drag me along in his wake. Where the fuck was he taking me?
He led me along the corridor until we arrived at a wooden plank door that formed the entrance of a small sauna cabin, that I recalled the hotel had boasted about, which he had discovered next door to the shared bathroom.
As the dry heat rushed out to meet us, I looked inside and glimpsed a familiar face staring at me open-mouthed, from the dim light of its interior.
Lounging on one of the two benches with his lanky thighs spread wide apart and his fingers laced together behind his head was the Latin guy!
Thomas appeared as surprised as I was to find him there, leading me to deduce that he had arrived in the few minutes since he had left.
Now there would be an audience for whatever the chef had in mind for me as a result of my disclosure, one who was unlikely to be very charitably disposed toward me!
Instead of backing out embarrassed, the chef kept his nerve, gave the stranger a polite nod and led me inside, closing the door shut behind us. He sat down on the empty bench opposite the new arrival and used the leash to position me between his thighs with my head opposite his groin. It didn't take a genius to work out what he had in mind for me next!
Although inwardly I cursed at having my sexual submission to the Pakistani revealed to the one guy in the whole town who would relish witnessing me being cut down to size, I also found myself becoming aroused.
Oblivious to this dynamic, but clearly delighted to be able to show off his domination of a good- looking white guy to an onlooker, Thomas parted his towel to unveil his own rapidly hardening cock.
Before the chef had the chance to shove it into my mouth, I managed to turn my head and check out the expression on the Latin guy's face. When our eyes met, he awarded me a contemptuous grin.
Taking my earlier confidences as a green light to publicly humiliate me, the chef prised my head back to face him, but not before I caught a glimpse of the bulge tenting out the towel between the Latin guy's legs. He was not just savouring my predicament but was excited by it too!
Despite knowing that the guy opposite would be relishing every second of my degradation, with my hands tethered behind my back, I had little alternative but to wrap my lips around Thomas's swollen cock.
"May as well enjoy myself!" I decided philosophically, closing my eyes and burying my head between the chef's thighs, at least the Latin guy didn't know who I was!
Clearly starting to get off on the power he had over me, the delighted Pakistani began stroking me on the head as though I were his pet dog, as I did my utmost to provide him with the pleasure he was after.
For a while Thomas was content to leave me to service his dick as I had in bed earlier, but as his excitement grew, he appeared determined to force me to take him deeper.
"Op'n up wider!" he demanded, linking his fingers together around the back of my head and keeping up the pressure until I finally gave in and allowed him to prise his manhood all the way to the back of my throat.
Having overcome my resistance, he held my head in this position for several seconds before finally relaxing his grip and allowing me to gasp for air.
After discovering the control it gave him over my breathing, the chef mercilessly drove his shaft all the way down my throat repeatedly and held it there, laughing at my desperate attempts to pull away so I could take a breath.
So preoccupied was I with keeping the chef happy that I barely noticed when a new hand reached out to pat me on the head. But when it was joined by another and the two drifted downwards to fondle my arse, I deduced Thomas had given the grinning Latin guy the nod to join in!
But when the newcomer's roving hands proceeded to squeeze my nipples between his fingers, whether he regarded me with contempt or not, my hostility toward him instantly melted away! He had hit upon the one thing that was always guaranteed to turn me on - something that the sexually less experienced chef seemed completely unaware of.
"So, the tough leather man likes having his titties tweaked, does he?" he gloated in my ear, "As well as sucking cock, deep throat!"
With my dick as stiff as a board and my mouth filled with the Pakistani chef's meat, I was in no position to contradict him!
"Ee likes te bi fucked an'all!" I overheard Thomas confide with a chuckle, "Yer can fuck 'im if yer like! But urry up! Am gerrin close!"
As the Latin guy tweaked my tits with one hand and began to play around with my cock and balls with the other, I sucked on the chef's dick more and more frenetically, my head buzzing at the thought that two guys I fancied so much were now conspiring together to increase my humiliation still further.
"Thanks," the Latin guy replied with a snigger, hurriedly shedding his towel and taking a condom and a sachet of lube from the selection contained in the little wicker basket the considerate hoteliers had left nestling between the sauna benches.
After putting the condom on his dick, the Latin guy reached a slender arm below my cuffed wrists, caught hold of me by the balls and used them to tug my rear end up from the floor. He tore open the lube packet, coated his cock and then prised two long fingers into my battered hole.
I was about to be spit-roasted!
The Latin guy positioned himself behind me, slid his long thin cock along the seam of my arse and aided by the sweat that was now coating both of our bodies buried it deep inside my hole in one swift motion. The happy chef, meanwhile, continued to ram his cock in and out of my throat with increasing rapidity.
Once he had me skewered on his cock, the Latin guy grasped hold of me by the hips and thrust his weapon repeatedly in and out of my hole. The forward motion drove the chef's cock still deeper down my throat at my other end. A race was now on to see who would reach orgasm first.
Pummelled simultaneously from both ends with my hands cuffed together, I struggled in vain to regain some modicum of control by thrusting my arse back to meet the Latin's cock so I could steal a gulp of air in between the chef's increasingly rapid thrusts and hopefully advance both men's path to orgasm.
So absorbed was I by this, that only when I felt a rush of cold air enter the cabin did I realise that the sauna door had been pulled opened.
Somehow, I managed to turn my head to one side and glimpsed the hem of a towel above two hair- coated legs. A guy stood in the doorway taking in the scene of orgiastic mayhem just as it was approaching its zenith.
As he looked on, the Pakistani let out a groan and finally shot his load into my mouth, while at my rear the Latin guy's thrusts stuttered to a halt as his cock simultaneously injected his spunk into the condom embedded inside me in a series of orgasmic spurts.
Despite being an apprentice in the realm of SM sex play, by accident the chef had ensured that I was spit roasted to perfection!
There was nothing I wanted to do more at that moment than to reach orgasm myself but, with my hands still tethered behind my back, this was clearly not an option. For the same reason, I was left with little alternative but to gulp down the further course of gourmet cum served up by the virile Pakistani chef.
As I waited patiently for the pair's blood to cool in the hope that Thomas would release me from my bonds and allow me to wank off, my attention turned to the newcomer who was still standing in the doorway.
"Looks like I missed out on all the fun!" commented a familiar voice.
Both Thomas and the Latin man giggled good-naturedly as they slowly extricated themselves from their respective ends of my body and cleaned themselves up.
Recognising the newcomer's voice as that of my college buddy, I was suddenly much less keen to be released. I kept my face submerged in the chef's groin for as long as I could and when he stood to drape his towel around his waist, I fell to my knees to hide my head in the gloom.
Then to my alarm the same voice added, "Mind if I take over?"
To be continued...
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