Confessions of a Wannabe Gay Sex Slave - Chapters 1

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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 Nineteen

To my surprise, as quickly as the following morning, I got a message back in return!

yes was very enjoyable...good to have you over xx

Elated by this, but wary about our sex reverting to a pattern similar to what had gone before, I risked penning the lad a much longer message to remind him what I was looking for from him in exchange for being his sub and put forward some ideas of the sort of things we might get up to in the future.

Dear Ram

Thanks for your message. I hope you didn't think I was rude by leaving so quickly after sex on Monday night - but I enjoy the sub/dom role play and don't want over-familiarity to get in the way of the fantasy - I hope this suits you too.

First off, I want to thank you for your patience in training me up as your sub... I hope I have now sufficiently mastered the intricacies of deepthroat cock-sucking and ass-licking to your satisfaction and in the future hope to become more accustomed to getting fucked regularly by your XXL cock!

I'd be happy to meet up more regularly at your place (whenever it suits you) but would also like us to break some new ground to avoid things getting stale. If you are willing to continue to play the role of master from where we left off then nothing could be better as far as I am concerned. However, I'm still not sure if you just put up with my foibles in order to fuck me or enjoy the power play as much as I do.

Apart from pledging you my obedience and putting my mouth, throat and arse and the rest of my body at your disposal, I was wondering what else I could offer you, that you might welcome, in return for you indulging my fantasies.

I could share erotic stories, hot internet sites and porn pics/vids with you that you might like. If you'd like this, let me have an email address and I'll send you some samples. I could probably get off on the humiliation of doing domestic tasks for you - cleaning your flat for you (naked), doing your laundry, going shopping, etc. (though if these weren't followed by sex afterwards, they'd rapidly lose their appeal I fear) and I would definitely welcome giving you a body massage and bathing you on a regular basis (even wearing a blindfold)!

Ideally, I'd like you to be able to snap your fingers and me turn up to be fucked whenever and wherever you like (including public/gay places) but the reality is although I'm often available I have a partner and regular commitments that are difficult to drop at short notice....

I appreciate there are risks attached to sex in public/gay places that you may wish to avoid - being recognised by someone you know for instance (though I enjoyed you having me strip naked and wank-off in the front seat of my car as we drove along the North Circular immensely). You are only a few tube stops away from one of my favourite gay leather venues, The Backstreet in Mile End, I'd love for you to take me there on a quiet night and fuck me there in front of the other leather guys...

I'd also like you to specify challenging things for me to wear when I visit you - with me travelling either by car or public transport (you get to decide which) - however, the reality is that you won't want me visiting your home looking too outrageous and there are limits to how much I'd be willing/able to humiliate myself in public...

The idea of sending you pictures of myself in humiliating poses excites me as does being videoed or photographed by you... but I'm not sure I'm brave enough to have face pics of me posted on the internet like this, though this would be incredibly humiliating...Whatever happened to the ones you and your mate took of me BTW?

As you may have gathered from our past encounters I have a pretty low pain threshold but am willing to put up with a moderate amount of pain - such as being put over your knee and spanked or slapped across the face (as punishment for lateness for example) - as it is the humiliation of it that is the big turn-on for me. Having to spank myself outside a meet would be equally humiliating....

I also found it pretty degrading when you pissed on me and wouldn't mind you doing it again if it turns you on too. The downside is needing to shower afterwards... unless you wanted to add to my humiliation by having me travel home stinking of pee...

If this is all too much hassle for you, then just ignore it - I don't want to be a burden to you - but at least you now have a better idea of what turns me on - feel free to exploit it! Your would-be sex slave Alan xxx

Although I received no immediate response to my lengthy message, ten days after sending it I received a further summons:

today at 1600hrs at mine in Stratford

have on grubby jeans and a white tee shirt...white socks and trainers

confirm

I quickly verified I'd be there and promptly received another message which gave a hint as to what would lie in store for me.

bring condoms and lube

Given his choice of grubby jeans and the earlier meet time, I wondered if Ram was going to take up on my offer to perform some menial tasks for him before fucking me... If he were feeling especially mischievous, he might even entice me over just to perform the work and send me straight back home again without fucking me... But prompting me to bring rubbers suggested he would be calling on my more usual services as well.

Following receipt of Ram's instructions, I delved deep into my wardrobe to identify the items he had demanded I should wear. I discovered some faded old Levi jeans I used to go clubbing in which had holes cut beneath the crotch and arse to make them more revealing which I decided would do nicely along with a ten-year-old Gap tee-shirt which was showing signs of wear. As he hadn't mentioned underwear, I happily went without any.

Again, I set off in good time, and again I was delayed. On this occasion I got stuck in a traffic jam for twenty minutes due to an accident but thankfully managed to make up the time after the hold-up and in the end arrived just a few minutes after the hour. When I reached the entrance to the block, I found the front door propped open and the sound of vacuuming coming from the staircase. So, I rang the bell for flat 5 on the entry phone panel and when Ram answered announced my arrival by whispering "it's ass-licker here" into the microphone, acutely conscious someone might overhear me.

"What number?" he demanded forcing me to add the "69" to my title before he pressed the release button, after which I rushed straight through the open doorway and up the stairs to the first floor.

Ram's flat door was already ajar when I arrived on the landing, so I breathlessly pushed it open, only to immediately encounter a post-it stuck to the back of it, telling me to go to the nearby mini-market to buy two pints of low-fat milk and to make it snappy! As, by this time, I was dying for a piss, I called in on the bathroom before venturing out to buy my master the milk he needed for his coffee. There, I noticed the blindfold I had worn on my previous visit hanging over the radiator to dry. Was he just hygiene conscious or had it been so badly soiled during an earlier encounter that he'd had no choice but to give it a wash, I wondered?

Thankful that I'd had the foresight to bring some cash with me, I headed off to the nearby Turkish-run supermarket located in the midst of a small parade of shops which also included a fish and chip shop and a launderette. Uncertain of the shop's layout, I asked an Indian-looking youngster, busy stacking shelves, where the milk was located. After eyeing the state of my jeans, he awarded me a big grin and wordlessly guided me to the fridges which were located at the rear of the premises and then to my surprise stayed to watch.

With my cock twitching from the unexpected encounter with a lad who was very much my cup of tea, I bent over to select a carton from the chiller cabinet. While I deliberated on whether to impress Ram with my generosity by buying him four pints of semi-skimmed rather than the two-pint one he'd requested, I felt a hand tentatively caress my rear. Having a good idea who the hand must belong to, I made no attempt to ward the youngster off, with the result that he grew bolder and slid his slender fingers through one of the holes in the denim so he could fondle my ass.

If at that moment another customer had not appeared at the end of the aisle, who knew how far he may have taken things! "Welcome to the East End!" I thought to myself, as I toted my carton to the till, vowing to visit the shop again soon!

After paying for the milk, I hurried back to Ram's flat and this time when I climbed the stairs, ran into the cleaner, who to my surprise turned out not to be a stereotypical charlady but a rather camp young white guy who I guessed might well be gay. When he did a double take at the state of my jeans as he paused his labours to permit me to clamber past him, my suspicions were confirmed, and I gave him a friendly grin! Were East End lads all as welcoming as this to their gay visitors, I wondered, or was it due to the aura projected by my toned body and neatly trimmed hair, combined with the provocatively revealing clothes I was wearing?

Buoyed up by my popularity with the locals, I pushed open the door of Ram's flat and slid down the latch to lock it behind me, as directed by a second note that had appeared during my absence. This also told me to put on the blindfold (which was now hung up beside it), get down on my knees and knock on the lounge door to be let in. Instantly excited, I followed my instructions to the letter and when the door opened was herded into the living room, lugging the milk behind me, where I discovered the TV set was playing at low volume.

But to my disappointment, when I blindly presented my purchase to Ram, he didn't give me the affectionate pat on the head I'd been expecting for exceeding his requirements. Instead, he heaved a sigh of exasperation and wordlessly snatched it out of my hands. While I stayed on my knees wondering what I had done to upset him, he headed to the nearby kitchenette, where I heard him stir milk into his coffee and then curse me as he struggled to cram the four-pint container I'd brought him into his modestly-sized fridge.

After setting his coffee down on the table, Ram grabbed me by the ear and hoisted me upwards until I was laid over his knees and commenced spanking me on the seat of my pants.

"Why do you think I'm punishing you?" he asked after he'd landed twenty or so blows.

"I brought the wrong size milk, sir!" I replied contritely.

"That's one reason!" he retorted, prising his hands though one of the holes in my jeans and pinching the pallid flesh of my buttocks.

"Because I arrived a little late sir?" I guessed.

"Wrong again!" he replied, forcing his hand deeper inside the seat of my pants. "What did I say you were to wear for me to today?"

"Some old clothes, sir," I replied.

"That's right!" he confirmed, "I didn't say you should come looking like a complete slut!"

To underline his annoyance, he vented his frustration by tugging at the frayed edges of the tears in my jeans and proceeded to make a couple of the holes considerately larger.

"That should give your neighbours something to talk about when you get home!" he sniggered, then reached around my waist to unfasten the clasp on the jeans and yank them down to my ankles. After which he proceeded to land more blows on my bare buttocks to underline his displeasure.

"Remember to follow my instructions exactly in future!" he warned, hoisting me up from his knee by the ear, "Now take off the rest of your duds and face the door with your hands on your head, until I'm ready for you."

"Yes sir!" I replied and meekly did as I was told while Ram turned up the volume on the TV set and finally took a sip of his long-awaited coffee.

It didn't take long before I was forgiven however, as after I heard his mug returned to the table, I was summoned back to the sofa on my hands and knees and my face thrust down to his groin. Despite knowing his annoyance with me was largely fabricated, as I knelt down before him, I found myself filled with genuine feelings of contrition and became determined to make up for my shortcomings by giving my young master the best blow job he'd ever had.

I soon discovered Ram was already nude save for his underwear, so I took the liberty of resting my hands on his bare thighs to fondle them as I nuzzled my nose and mouth up against the outline of his semi-erect dick through its thin cotton covering. As his shaft continued to stiffen rapidly, I showered it with hot kisses and, after breathing in his delicious scent, sighed contentedly as my own excitement grew in tandem with his own. Within a few short minutes both of us had become fully hard.

"Take it out," was Ram's next command, after running his hand through my hair and stroking me gently on the back of my head in the way I'd hoped for earlier.

Only too eager to comply, I interpreted his words as giving me permission to remove his underpants completely and, with his co-operation, eased them down over his rear and off over his legs. Overwhelmed by excitement at having his fully naked body at my disposal, despite not being able to see it, I buried my head in his moist, sweet-smelling groin and gobbled up his shaft.

Over the course of the next few minutes, I lavished on my master's genitals the most varied and imaginative love making I could come up with. I peeled back his foreskin to run my tongue around its perfect head, licked its entire length from top to bottom with the flat of my tongue and engulfed each of his balls in my mouth in turn before tightening my lips around his shaft and sliding it in and out of my mouth, only to repeat the whole process just as enthusiastically all over again.

"Congratulations!" he commended, as I paused to take a breath after having taken him deep throat, "You finally seem to have got the hang of cock-sucking!" After which he slid his ass further down the sofa, raised his legs into the air, and thrust my face into the cleft of his ass for me to demonstrate my proficiency in another area of sexual pleasure-giving I had acquired since meeting him.

Thrilled by his praise, despite its sarcastic edge, as soon as I realised what he was up to, I grabbed hold of his legs to provide him with additional support and went on to prove my worth by prising my snout into his crack and licking out his hole more enthusiastically than I'd ever done before.

After declaring me to be "an A1 ass-licker as well!" Ram thrust my head away from his ass and rose from his uncomfortable position to stand beside me.

"Now it's time to introduce you to another of your domestic duties!" he announced, patting me on the head affectionately and repositioning my body so I was crouching on all fours, side-on to the sofa. "Stay like that while I make myself another coffee," he added, before walking off.

"You want a drink?" he called from the kitchen, as an afterthought, once he had completed his task.

"Yes please, sir!" I shouted back over the sound of the TV ads, feeling thirsty after all the cock sucking and ass- licking I'd done.

After hearing the sound of a running tap, Ram returned to the sofa and placed a bowl on the floor in front of me. He then pressed my head down to it until my face met the level of the water.

"There you are!" he sniggered, stepping away to turn up the volume on the TV still further as the familiar theme-tune of a soap opera sounded.

While I lapped up the water like a dog, he quickly returned to retrieve his coffee, then put his feet up on my back before settling down to enjoy the latest episode of his drama, at which point I realised my new duty involved me playing the role of his footstool!

At first it struck me as a little odd that my young Indian master should choose to watch my mother's favourite soap opera to accompany his sexual domination of me! Then it occurred to me that although Britain's longest running soap had only reluctantly included Black or Ethnic minority characters and even a few openly gay ones among the cast in recent years, despite the North's large South Asian population and Manchester's thriving gay scene, its attraction for Ram was likely to be the pale-skinned Northern scally lads who tended to appear in the series. How better to watch it, than whilst having one of their number grovel naked at his feet and suck his dick?

Although Coronation Street now attempted to make its characters more ethnically diverse and storylines more up to date, I guessed it would be a while yet before it began to portray the realities of gay life such as the ones currently taking place on the other side of Ram's TV screen! However adventurous the cast might be in their personal lives and however progressive the writers, I doubted they would be portraying the delights of an inter- racial gay SM relationship with a guy of Indian ethnicity in the dominant role on prime-time TV anytime soon!

Having only caught glimpses of the soap during visits to my elderly relatives, I was completely at a loss as to what was taking place or who the characters were spreading the gossip and creating the mischief characteristic of the series. So, I rapidly grew bored and, despite my fitness, soon found Ram's legs had become far heavier than I'd bargained for and my back and shoulders were beginning to ache. But, given the message I had sent him just a week before, I realised I could hardly complain now at having to suffer such a trivial amount of discomfort in order to please him!

Maybe sensing my restlessness, once his coffee mug was emptied, Ram distracted me by gently stroking my head absent-mindedly as though I were his pet, an action which reminded me of my reduced status in life, and as a consequence began to get me aroused once again. I responded by moving my head around beneath his hand and emitting a purr of pleasure to encourage him to continue, after which he went so far as to permit me to lick the back of his hand to demonstrate my on-going submission. Still not done with doggy play, after shoving my water bowl out of the away, he reached down to gather up his sneakers from the floor and place them beneath my face one by one.

"Sniff 'em!" he demanded, guiding my nose down into the opening of one and then the other, leaving me to inhale the odour of my master's sweat, mingled with that of their rubber soles and the dust and dirt from the street that adorned them. After hearing me breath in deeply in appreciation of the imposition of this latest ignominy, he then pushed my head down to their toe-caps and ordered me to both kiss them and then lick them clean!

Meanwhile, he turned his attention to my other end and began slowly stroking my ass, tugging on my shaft and stretching my balls and, as the drama neared its cliff-hanging climax, moved on to smearing lube around the circumference of my hole and sliding his fingers slowly in and out of it. By the time the familiar theme-tune sounded to signal the soap was over, I was so aroused by the humiliations being so casually imposed on me, that my dick had become rigid once more.

Amused at the amount of excitement his actions had generated, the lad rose to his feet and directed my head down into the sofa cushion he had been sitting on with my ass up in the air and my legs spread wide apart. He then quickly tore open the condom pack, stretched it over his member and, while I emitted all manner of moans and groans, began sliding his shaft in and out of me at such a pace that he quickly came.

"On your back!" he ordered, after easing the filled condom from my ravished hole and hurrying off to the kitchen to dispose of it. Leaving me to lower myself down to the floor amidst his discarded footwear and lie flat- out parallel to the sofa, where I proceeded to cross my ankles and give my tumescent cock a series of sharp tugs, whilst telling myself this was exactly where I belonged.

Seemingly pleased by the way the encounter had gone, the youngster returned to sit on the sofa above me and rewarded me by placing his bare foot over my mouth. Overjoyed to finally be permitted to savour the taste and odour of his unadorned feet once again, I grasped hold of his ankle with my left hand and positioned it so I could run my tongue over its entire sole, before sliding his toes into my mouth and sucking on each of them in turn. As my excitement grew, I reached out to grab Ram's other foot so I could lick it too and, as the pace of my wanking increased, placed both over my face to encourage him to pin my head down to the floor beneath them.

In truth, the slow-burn of my humiliation being relentlessly increased step by step in unpredictable ways over the course of the evening was far more to my sexual taste than the more traumatic and rapid means of demeaning me Ram had employed in the past. So, despite me still being denied the pleasure of seeing his handsome face and body when we had sex, I found by feelings toward him growing fonder and my lust for him stronger than ever!

Aware I was close to cumming, as I continued to slaver over his feet, my young master opted to speed up my path to orgasm by reaching down to take hold of each of my nipples between his fingertips and begin tweaking them. After emitting a gasp of gratitude, I cried out to warn him that I was about to cum, only to have the mischievous lad immediately tightened his grip on them and, as though to remind me of the power he held over me and the sadistic pleasure he obtained from seeing me suffer, sank his fingernails deep into my flesh.

Within moments, the pleasurable sensations that had been about to overwhelm me were accompanied by a pain so severe that it was impossible to ignore. But there was no way I was going to be diverted from achieving my climax at this late stage, so instead of attempting to fend the lad off, I somehow managed to fight back against the pain by tightening my leg muscles and tugging on my shaft more furiously than ever, determined to retrieve an orgasm that had once seemed only seconds away.

Despite knowing my nipples were likely to be scarred and sore for days afterwards, I continued wanking until I finally achieved my climax and enjoyed the most exhilarating sexual release I could recall experiencing in a very long while.

"Good boy!" my young master commended, as I spattered spurt after spurt of spunk over my belly and chest, finally releasing his grip on my tits to massage my spilt cum into the pallid skin of my torso with something akin to affection.

Chapter Twenty

Hi Sir

Spotted your track. I am available for fucking anytime today or tomorrow.

Alan xxx

After last time, I was looking forward to experiencing longer, but no less exciting meets, in which I was routinely kept naked and sexually available throughout and used to carry out a mix of sexual and domestic duties for my master's entertainment, whilst kept in check by the threat of arbitrary and demeaning punishments should I dare step out of line.

1800hrs same outfit as last time

Although my hurried exit from my car in the now even more revealing jeans had gone unnoticed by my neighbours, I couldn't see me ever daring to go out in them again and had toyed with consigning them to the garbage bin. Now thankful that I hadn't done so, I persuaded myself that with only short distances to walk to and from my car at each end of my journey, I would do as I was instructed, figuring I could carry a strategically positioned bag to protect my modesty should I meet anyone at close quarters. Fortunately, for once, the traffic on the North Circular was light and I whizzed around it to pull up in the road outside Ram's block ten minutes early. I texted him to say I had arrived and was told to come over immediately.

Struck by the urgency of his tone, despite two guys busy repairing a van in the car park outside, I omitted to bring a bag with me and hurried past them to the entrance of the building thinking I would be admitted instantly. However, the lad must have been busy preparing for my arrival, as even after I pressed the buzzer repeatedly, it took a minute or more for him to answer, by which time one of the pair's heads had emerged from beneath the hood of the vehicle and upon taking in the skimpy state of my jeans had awarded me an ironic wolf-whistle.

Unable to persuade myself to add to my embarrassment by saying "It's ass-licker 69" into the entry phone within range of their hearing, I settled instead for shouting out "I'm here!" hoping against hope that this time round Ram would not demand I blurt out my full title before he deigned to open the door!

Thankfully, the lock was instantly released by him to permit me to take sanctuary in the hallway, after which, I clambered up the stairs to the first floor two steps at a time, in my anxiety to avoid being spotted by anyone else before I reached my destination. When I entered Ram's flat, I found a note instructing me to put on the blindfold, kneel down and knock on the lounge door to let him know I was ready.

"What's wrong with using the name I gave you, slave boy?" Ram challenged, grabbing me by the ear and hauling me to my feet the second he opened the door.

"There were some guys working in the car park who would've overheard me," I explained, but his attention had already shifted to examining my pants.

"I guess they saw the state of your jeans and cracked up," he sniggered, "and no doubt figured out you were a cock sucking, ass licking, slut without need of telling!"

"They did sir," I agreed.

"In that case, you probably did the right thing!" he conceded, thrusting his hands into the enlarged holes in the denim at their front and rear to discover he was now able to grab my cock and fondle my ass cheeks with little difficulty.

"But you're going to have to face them again, I'm afraid, as I have some urgent shopping for you to do!" As I squirmed at the prospect, my host explained to me, slowly and deliberately, as though he was talking to a five-year-old, that the errand me needed me to run for him would involve a visit to the minimarket I had visited previously.

"I'm leaving the money and a shopping list on the floor by the door, so you get it right this time," he added after releasing his grip on my manhood, "So off you go, and be quick about it!"

Upon hearing the lounge door close behind him, I slid off the blindfold and experienced a flashback to my boyhood days, when I was obliged to run errands to the village shops by my mother every Saturday morning to earn my weekly pocket money!

I saw at my feet a post-it stuck to a 20 note specifying I was to buy Ram's now familiar brand of cigarettes and a carton of milk of the size and type he preferred, spelt out in large capital letters. Eager to make up for my previous transgressions, despite the state of my jeans, I opened up the outside door and, after checking no one was around, stepped out onto the landing and cautiously crept down the stairs. Peering through the glass panel on the exit door, I noted both guys heads were again hidden beneath the hood of the van they were repairing, so let myself out soundlessly and sneaked down the side of the building on a footpath that skirted the carpark and joined the road close to where the shop was located.

The minimart was thankfully less crowded than before and, as I entered, the cashier was distracted from noticing my appearance by being busy entering a customer's items into the till. However, as I headed for the fridges at the rear of the shop, I spotted the Indian lad I had seen there before still glumly stacking shelves. Upon seeing me, his face lit up and after I gave him a nod of recognition, he immediately abandoned his task to follow me down the aisle. After catching up with me opposite the chiller cabinet, his gaze quickly fell from my face to examining the holes in my jeans, through which patches of my pallid skin could clearly be seen.

Doubtless seeing my appearance as a heaven-sent opportunity to brighten up a long day and interpreting my display of bare flesh as an open invitation to molest me, without a word, he grabbed hold of me by the wrist and diverted me from my allotted task to follow him through a nearby doorway and into a small stockroom, which was no doubt his domain. No sooner was the door closed behind us, than the horny lad was embracing me in his arms and attempting to kiss me on the lips! Still in submissive mode, and flattered that he should find me attractive, I made no attempt to resist his advances and permitted him to yank my tee-shirt off over my head, tear open the front of my jeans and yank them down to my knees to expose my body completely.

Noticing my nipples standing out prominently, as a result of Ram's recent rough treatment of them, the lad immediately commenced sucking on them while he ran his hands all over my exposed white flesh and continued pulling on my cock to get me erect. After which, he quickly fell to his knees to take my shaft into his mouth and began sucking on it enthusiastically.

Ram-like, I stroked the top of his head to encourage him to continue and, to my delight, in response, he set about loosening his own clothes so he could wank himself off at the same time. Eager to see more of him, as he shrugged off his pants, I happily helped him out by unfastening the front of his shirt and yanking it off over his arms to permit me to get a better look at his delicious dark brown body!

He was a skinny lad with less body hair and muscle than the more mature Ram, I noticed, but had an appealing face, large brown eyes and an equally endearing head of raven black hair, which I ran my fingers through to show my appreciation as he sucked. No doubt aware that we could be disturbed at any moment, once naked, the youngster cut short his cock sucking session so he could draw things to a speedy conclusion, by abruptly turning me about and urging me to bend over so he could more easily part my ass-cheeks and slide his tongue into my hole!

Although incredibly aroused by the sensation and by the thought that maybe the slender youngster was planning to fuck me in this risky location, I looked down between my legs and noticed the pace of his wanking had increased four-fold. Recognising my own submissive desires reflected in the young Indian's actions and realising that me cumming before I returned to the flat was a no-no, I took control, straightened up and instructed the lad to lie down on the floor. I then squatted down with my ass over his face, slapped his hand away from his cock and commenced pulling on it myself.

In response, the youngster used his fingers to pull my ass-cheeks further apart and resumed rimming me more enthusiastically than ever. In return, I gradually upped the pace of my wanking and stared down appreciatively at his slender body as he writhed and squirmed below me until he was unable to restrain his excitement a second longer and sent several plumes of white spunk heading skywards from the tip of his engorged dick as he convulsed in orgasm.

Aware that by this time Ram would be impatiently awaiting my return, I hastily rose to my feet, put on my T- shirt and pulled up my pants. As the lad sat up and looked around to find something to mop up the puddle of cum decorating his chest, I stooped down to award him another pat on the head and a kiss on the cheek to bid him farewell.

"Thank you!" he mouthed and gave me a beguiling grin, as I cautiously opened the door to check the coast was clear, before hurriedly picking up a carton of milk from the fridge and making my way the check-out to purchase it, along with Ram's cigarettes.

Despite me using my purchase to hide my, still swollen, cock from their gaze, my flushed face and the enlarged holes in the rear of my pants provoked the guys working outside the flats to down tools as I walked by them and shake their heads from side to side in disbelief as I rang the bell to gain admittance. However, this time round "It's me!" turned out to be insufficient to persuade my pissed-off master to buzz me in and he insisted I provide him with the demeaning title he had given me in full, causing the pair to break out into roars of laughter.

Hurrying up the stairs the second he pressed the buzzer, I again found Ram's flat door ajar. Anxious to hide all traces of my illicit activities from my master, I left the milk and fags in the hallway and rushed to the loo to clean myself up, but despite splashing cold water over my glowing cheeks, was unable to disguise my sexual excitement.

By the time I returned to the hallway, my purchases had disappeared, along with the change and receipt, removed by my impatient host. Fearing the worst, I lowered myself down to my knees, slid the blindfold back in place and knocked contritely on the bottom of the lounge door.

Rather than admit me to his lair, my master shouted out his instructions from the kitchen, where I guessed he was blowing his cigarette smoke out of the open window whilst making himself a coffee.

"Take everything off ... apart from the blindfold... then face the outside door with your hands on your head!" This time I was the one who had to wait, as it was a good few minutes before my master was to emerge from the lounge to greet me for the second time.

As I stood there completely defenceless, I debated whether I should make up a lie to explain the length of my absence or tell Ram the truth. After much deliberation, despite what I might have to suffer as a consequence, I decided to do the latter, as in my book a slave should not have secrets from his master. A confession would also add to my vulnerability, I realised, as my transgression would more or less give him carte blanche to do what he liked with me by way of punishment. As I began speculating on what form it might take, my cock involuntarily began to stiffen and by the time the lounge door opened, I was fully hard once more.

Without saying a word, Ram put his arms around me from the rear, took hold of my nipples and began tweaking them so hard that I began to gasp and squirm almost instantly. But despite the pain, I kept my hands firmly on my head, telling myself guiltily that I fully deserved my punishment. My nipples had already grown noticeably bigger as a result of my master's previous torments, making me suspect he intended to make them more prominent still, so it would soon be obvious to anyone who saw them that they were my primary source of pleasure and could be used to control me.

Pleased by my lack of resistance, he then lowered his hands to check out my genitals and upon discovering that my cock had already become erect, had me turn around to face him so he could slap it around as he interrogated me.

"Have you been playing with yourself without my permission?" he began.

"No sir!" I assured him, shaking my head.

"Hmm!" he murmured sceptically, reaching beneath my hard-on to gather up my ball sack in his palm and tighten his grip around it before asking his next question.

"Where the fuck have you been? It doesn't take twenty minutes to buy milk and cigarettes from a shop a hundred yards away!"

"I met this Indian guy at the supermarket..." I gasped, "He must have noticed the holes in my jeans and worked out I was gay..."

"So, naturally you had sex with him?" he deduced correctly!

"Yes, sir!" I confirmed.

"Where'd you go? The park?" he speculated, "I hope he doesn't live in my block."

"He didn't take me anywhere, sir." I revealed, "He works there."

"You had sex with Adil in the mini-market!" he responded incredulously.

"If that's the name of the Indian lad who stocks the shelves there," I replied, adding apologetically, "I didn't get round to asking him his name."

"Who fucked who?" was Ram's next question.

"Nobody fucked anybody, sir. We just kissed and cuddled and he wanked-off while he sucked my dick and licked my arse!" I replied then added, "It only took a few minutes," as though that made it more acceptable. "Meanwhile, I'm waiting here dying for a fag without any milk for my coffee!"

"I'm sorry sir, I guess I just got carried away. I don't usually get approached by Indian lads I fancy out of the blue. If I hadn't been wearing the torn jeans, I don't think anything would have happened..." "So, it's all my fault, is it!" he commented in mock outrage.

I remained silent while he pondered what his next move should be.

"Get to the bathroom this instant and sit down in the bath!" Ram demanded, turning me around and ushering me down the corridor, "You can take the blindfold off, but you're to keep your eyes CLOSED AT ALL TIMES - understand?"

"Yes sir!" I replied, removing the blindfold and dropping my hands to feel my way past the numerous obstacles in my way until I reached the tub, then stepped into it and sat down facing the taps.

"Should I turn on the water sir?" I asked naively.

"Not yet!" Ram replied.

There was a short pause, during which I heard the sound of a zipper being unfastened close by me, after which I felt a trickle of warm liquid cascade down onto my chest from above. Realising this was the punishment Ram had selected for me keeping him waiting and being such a slut, I guessed what was about to follow.

"Shut yer eyes and open your mouth!" he demanded, as the smell of his urine hit my nostrils and he directed his fast-strengthening flow at my head and face, "This time you're going to drink my piss whether you want to or not!"

"Now swallow it down!" he shouted, once he had filled my mouth to the brim and the excess urine had begun to trickle down into the bath from its corners. But I couldn't bring myself to do it until in his frustration Ram let go of his cock, pinched my nose between his finger and thumb and thrust my jaw upwards leaving me with little choice but to do as he demanded!

"You have ten minutes to wash all traces of Adil off of you!" he announced after he'd made me swallow another mouthful and his flow had finally dribbled to a halt.

"Use the hand towel to dry yourself with and make sure you rinse out your mouth!" he added, opening his bathroom cabinet and placing a bottle of mouthwash on the sink, "Then put the blindfold back on, get down on your knees and come and find me to beg for forgiveness!"

Nine minutes later, I was contritely knocking on the lounge door for admittance expecting to receive the spanking of my life! But by this time Ram must have been feeling especially horny as he instead unapologetically went for the sexual activities that turned him on the most. After a bout of deep-throat cock sucking, interspersed with being slapped across the face, spat at and made to swallow his gob to make up for my sins, he quickly moved on to fucking me up the ass with precious little lube so that I squawked and moaned so loudly that he came even more rapidly than usual.

"By way of punishment for your misbehaviour, you don't get to wank-off before you go today," the lad announced after withdrawing his cock from my ass, "Instead, you're going to have to do it out in the park behind my flat!"

"You're to find yourself somewhere to hide, strip off completely, get yourself hard and then text me for permission to cum!"

"Got it?"

"Yes sir!" I responded, instantly turned on by the idea, which to me sounded far more like a treat than a punishment.

"Great! Get dressed and let yourself out. I'll only be waiting for your text for the next ten minutes - so you better get a move on!"

However, what I hadn't realised was that while I'd been scrubbing myself clean in the bathtub, Ram had been busy reducing my old Levi jeans to the size of a pair of hot pants and trimming the length of my T-shirt by a foot with a pair of scissors! Plus, there was no sign of my socks!

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Hoping against hope that the two guys were not still working outside the building, I crept down the staircase and peered through the glass window of the outside door. Although the van was still parked in front of the block, its hood was down, so it looked as though the repair team had packed up for the day. A brief look beyond it, revealed scarcely anyone was around in the rapidly advancing darkness.

However as soon as I pushed open the door, the security light above the entrance was triggered by the movement, ensuring that my undignified dash across the carpark was witnessed by half a dozen bemused kids in soccer kit who at that second emerged from the park after football practice. Having no option but to cross their path, I upped my pace in the hope they might mistake me for a late-night jogger.

After entering the park, I spotted a wooded corner in the twilight, adjoining the now empty football pitches, well away from the flats and the lights now illuminating the main pathway. Aware that time was getting short, I sprinted off across the grass toward it. Although I realised there was nothing to stop me doing this of my own volition, should I take too long and Ram not reply to my text, I wanted him to know the risks I was willing to take in order to please him.

There, in the darkness beneath the trees, in a small clearing partly shielded by shrubs, I hurriedly kicked off my trainers and deposited my car keys and wallet inside them. After a quick glimpse around to check no one had followed me, I took my mobile from my pocket and removed what remained of my pants and shirt. No longer bothered what happened to them, I spread them out over the damp ground, then lay down on top of them and commenced pulling on my dick with one hand whilst tweaking my tits with the other.

"Pleas sir, cam I cum?" I excitedly mis-typed into my phone a couple of minutes later, after just a few tugs and tweaks had succeeded in bringing me to the verge of orgasm, so turned on was I by the outdoor location and the requirement that I seek his permission before progressing any further.

Needless to say, there was no immediate reply, so I resumed edging myself in the hope that my master's assent would eventually arrive, only to be startled by my phone suddenly ringing loudly in the darkness. Guessing it must be Ram, I answered the call as quickly as I could, not least to avoid the noise being overheard by someone walking through the park.

"Leave your clothes where they are and walk away from them, then text me again!" Ram's voice demanded, then he hung up.

Realising this meant, if I was spotted, I would no longer be able to don my clothes and run back to my car to make a speedy getaway, I hesitated before complying. But soon found myself so excited by the additional vulnerability that abandoning my belongings out of reach would mean, that I strode off barefoot through the greenery until my possessions were out of sight.

After lying down amidst a secluded patch of long grass which had probably been flattened by sunbathers in the daytime, I resumed edging myself before excitedly texting my master a second time, using the same words I had previously. This time, he replied more quickly and by text, but again included an additional demand designed to make my discovery more likely.

"Take a selfie to show you have carried out instructions and send to me. Then another of your belly covered in spunk."

Realising taking a pic in the darkness would require using my cam's flash and attract even more attention to my presence than the ringer on my phone had done, I rose to my knees and did another quick recce before pointing the cam at myself and taking two pics in quick succession to capture as much of my naked body and surroundings as I could manage. I then hurriedly sent the best of the two off to Ram and lay back down on the damp ground where I resumed pleasuring myself as I brought to mind the events of the evening, the demands of my master and the perilously public place I was obliged to humiliate myself in. Within moments, I came so forcefully that I found it hard to prevent myself from moaning out loud, so satisfying was the climax I experienced.

As I gradually returned back to earth following my sexual high, I happily pointed the cam at myself a second time, this time homing in on the puddles of cum decorating my torso.

I had just sent the picture off to Ram accompanied by a two-word text saying, "Thank you!" when there was a rustle in the bushes close by me and the two guys who had ogled my ass earlier emerged into the clearing. "We saw flashes and wonder what going on... " the taller of the two explained in an Eastern European accent.

"Then we found these!" his mixed-race companion added in a distinctly Cockney accent, holding up my cut-off pants and T-shirt, while his fellow mechanic held up my footwear with my wallet and keys still visible inside them, "They yours by any chance?" he asked with a grin.

Fearful they would take me for a flasher, intent on exposing himself to the teenage boys using the sports facilities, and unable to come up with any alternative explanation other than the truth at such short notice, I admitted they were mine and proceeded to explain, red-faced, that my boyfriend had demanded I take some naked pics of me wanking off outdoors naked and send them to him.

"Okay, show us pics and we let you have your sexy pants back," the first guy offered with a chuckle, a proposal that I realised involved me handing over to them the last item of property that I currently possessed and trust them not to run off with it!

"Thank you for finding my stuff, I was looking for 'em everywhere," I lied, obediently switching on my phone to display the pics I had just taken.

"I'd be happy to give you a reward for finding them for me..." I offered forlornly as the pair drew closer to view the screen, desperate to give them an incentive not to take my phone away from me along with the rest of their booty and leave me stranded stark naked with no means of getting home - other than returning to Ram's flat in the hope he hadn't left home yet and begging him to let me back in.

"Okay, we believe you!" the mixed-race guy conceded, after viewing the pics, "We're not interested in your money, but there's a favour you can do for us in return for giving you your stuff back!" he added mischievously . "My friend tell me gay guys better at blow jobs than women..." his grinning companion chipped in, pulling down the front of his oily sweatpants to reveal a monster of a cock and then wrap his fist around it to make it larger still.

While I was wondering what else the pair might have lined up for me, his mate snatched my phone from between my fingers and began checking out the messages I had exchanged with Ram earlier. Realising I had little alternative but to comply with their wishes if I wanted to return home with my property, and what little was left of my dignity, intact, I made no attempt to retrieve it.

"Bend over, slave boy!" his companion added gleefully moments later, after noting that I addressed my so- called boyfriend as "Sir" and jumping to the correct conclusion.

"Yes sir" I replied resignedly, stooping down to take his pal's giant dick into my mouth while he aligned his own swollen member with my up-turned ass.

To be continued...

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