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 Five

The following morning, in honour of Ram's visit, I cleaned the kitchen, washed the floor, then dusted and vacuumed the hallway and living room. I uncovered the patio furniture, washed it down and put cushions on the seats. I put up the sun umbrella and deposited the matches and ashtray on the table.

An hour before he was due to arrive, I went to the bathroom, gave myself a douche, took a shower and put on the requested white tee-shirt. I also took a whole bag of SM gear, along with a riding crop, condoms and lube, down to the living room, moved the furniture around to create more space and even attached a heavy metal chain from a hook I screwed into the ceiling!

In the kitchen, I opened up the French windows, turned on the water feature I had recently installed and put on some soothing music. I took water and glasses into the living room along with towels and a bowl of water for him to wash his sticky hands in. Finally, I ground up the coffee beans and filled up the coffee machine ready to switch it on.

At twelve o'clock, with my preparations for Ram's arrival complete, I was surprised to hear the doorbell ring. But this couldn't be him, as I had left the door open on the understanding that he would let himself in.

Clad only in my tee-shirt, I peered out into the hallway and spotted someone waiting out on the porch through the frosted glass. I dashed upstairs to retrieve my bathrobe just as the bell sounded a second time. I hastily put it on and hurried back down, taking the steps two at a time.

Noticing that the chain I had optimistically hung down from the ceiling was visible through the open living room door, I quickly slammed it shut before breathlessly opening up to my unexpected visitor.

On my doorstep stood an impatient postal worker who, on catching sight of me still wearing my bathrobe at noon, gave me a disapproving scowl. She passed over a clipboard for me to sign and then eyed my signature suspiciously when it failed to match my partner's name written above the address.

During this vetting process, I noticed Ram appear at the end of my driveway.

In a panic, I wrested the letter out of the woman's hand and before she could protest had shut the door in her face. I raced back into the hallway, threw the bathrobe over the banister rail and, bare-arsed once again, hurried into the kitchen to make Ram his coffee.

"Tut, tut!" muttered my visitor, a minute later, shaking his head as he entered the room behind me, "Coffee not ready again!"

While I hastily tended to the espresso machine, anxious to make amends, Ram strode across the kitchen and stepped through the open French windows and out into the garden. After conducting a brief reconnoitre, I heard him pull out a chair and take a seat at the patio table.

When his coffee cup eventually filled, I set it down on a tray beside the milk and sugar and hurried across the kitchen to avoid keeping him waiting a moment longer than necessary.

But when I reached the French windows, I halted, encountering a problem I had not anticipated - I was bare footed and my patio was covered with sharp gravel.

My visitor turned toward me, a look of feigned innocence on his face, querying why I had stopped. I saw immediately that he had foreseen my predicament and was enjoying the prospect of so promptly putting my promised obedience to the test.

Having already failed to have his coffee waiting for him when he arrived, I could hardly balk at serving him for fear of having to suffer a little discomfort - well not without totally undermining my credibility as a sub. So, I gritted my teeth, gingerly set down one foot after the other on top of the jagged shingle and placed the tray on the table at Ram's side.

"I take two sugars," he stipulated, staring up at me straight-faced, as the sharp stones slowly bit into the tender undersides of my feet, "and lots of milk".

I spooned out the sugar, gave it a stir and added some milk, all the while shifting my weight awkwardly from one foot to the other.

"A little bit more..." demanded Ram peering into the cup, "a bit more..." he added, when I failed to pour in enough for him.

Clearly aware that he had me at a disadvantage, he seemed determined to prolong my suffering for as long as he possibly could.

"Now you can light me a cigarette," he commanded.

I opened up the cigarette-case he had put down on the table, took out a fag and, realising I would need to suck on it for it to take light, despite being a life-long non-smoker, slid it into my mouth. Thankfully it lit first time and I hurriedly passed it across to him.

Settling back in his chair, Ram took a deep draw on the cigarette and relaxed in the sunshine, no doubt savouring the spectacle of having a guy so eager to please him that he was prepared to publicly humiliate himself by standing naked but for a tee-shirt outside the rear of his home.

Aware that his gaze was on me, I hooked my hands together behind my back and cast my eyes downwards to further emphasise my submission, stoically enduring the pain from the unforgiving gravel whilst pushing my worries over being spotted by the neighbours to the back of my mind.

Whilst continuing to shift my weight from one leg to the other, to attempt to mitigate the pain as I awaited his pleasure, I began to speculate on what further humiliations he might have in store for me. Would his next move be to have me remove my shirt to get me completely naked? Did the roleplay fantasy he had mentioned in his messages involve fucking me outdoors in my own back garden?

As my cock began to stand to attention at the prospect, I gradually lifted my gaze to admire the lower portions of the young man so confidently stretched out before me. He was dressed casually as before: sneakers, purple socks, cargo pants and a tight-fitting tailored shirt which emphasized the slenderness and delicacy of his body.

Arousing as this was, it was not until I reached his handsome face, and our eyes finally met, that the explanation for my arousal was revealed. In sharp contrast with the slender softness of his limbs and the modesty of his boyish frame, the lust-filled look in the young Indian's brown eyes was as cold and hard as steel. "Get down on your knees and make it happy!" he demanded, accompanied by the slightest nod of his head in the direction of his groin.

He had used the exact same words on our previous encounter to instruct me to get to work on his cock and clearly saw no reason to waste any thought expressing his wishes any differently. However, this time round, their import was of a different order - we were outdoors on my gravel-strewn patio, where, although it was unlikely we would be seen by one of my neighbours (unless the ninety-year-old next door suddenly decided to stand in the middle of his lawn and peer over the fence) my submission to him would be both more painful and more public.

Nonetheless, after only a second's hesitation, during which I opted to crouch rather than risk kneeling on the accursed gravel, I squatted down between the boy's wide-spread thighs and prepared to service his cock. As last time, I discovered his dick was already tenting out the front of his pants. Within moments, I had unzipped his fly and freed its impressive length from the confines of his taut cotton slip.

Anxious to please him, I held its silky brown shaft by the base and gently teased its perfectly formed head with the tip of my tongue, gradually easing back his foreskin to taste the first traces of his pre-cum before wrapping my lips lovingly around it and swallowing it whole. While his willing white slave grovelled ignominiously in the gravel doing his utmost to enhance his pleasure, up above me, my Indian master continued calmly sipping his coffee and smoking his cigarette in the pleasantly warm spring sunshine.

Whilst Ram continued enjoying his refreshments, he was happy enough to leave me to my own devices and service him as best I could, but once he'd finished them, he became much more demanding. I was glad that I had practiced on the banana the night before because my guest was soon ramming his mammoth dick as deep down my throat as it could possibly go!

"Stand up and take off the tee-shirt!" he demanded, finally withdrawing his member from my saliva-plastered face and allowing me to catch my breath.

I struggled to my feet and unhesitatingly obeyed his command - shamefacedly sliding off my one and only garment and wiping my face with it before setting it down on the table beside me.

"Stand over there and get yourself hard!" he then demanded; my cock having retreated due to the ferocity of the face-fucking I'd had to put up with.

Conscious of the noise we'd been making, I peered around nervously to check if anyone had overheard us as I stepped beyond the shadow of the umbrella and stood naked before him, tugging on my dick in full sun.

"Put your hands on your head!" Ram commanded, the moment I'd succeeded in getting myself erect, I guess so he could better examine my pale-skinned torso in the bright sunlight. Seemingly it met with his approval, as his next move was to pick up the mobile phone that I'd noticed earlier sitting alongside his cigarette case.

"Turn around," he ordered, after using his phone's built-in camera to take half a dozen pics of me displaying myself fully naked and fully erect in my back garden, "and get down on the ground with your arse up in the air!"

No sooner had I knelt down in the gravel and raised my buttocks as he had demanded, than he landed a couple of token slaps on my ass, but aware of the noise they made, then backed off to take a series of pictures of me crouched down in this most humiliating of positions.

After that, he stepped forward, to press my nose down to the ground so he was able to reach between my thighs and yank both my erect cock and balls between my legs so he could capture them in close-up displayed below my up-turned ass. Evidently, Ram had interpreted me sending him a naked face pic of myself as giving him carte blanche to take a few more of his own - though in poses that were more to his liking!

"Hold your buttocks apart, so I can see your hole!" he demanded, before adding more pictures to his collection, after which, he instructed me to make him another coffee while he checked them out beneath the shade of the sun umbrella.

I scurried off to the kitchen to do my master's bidding and after returning with his drink, sugared it, added milk and lit him a cigarette as before, though now with the added humiliation of being completely nude. After which it became clear that he wasn't planning to relocate indoors any time soon!

"Take off my sneakers," Ram demanded, casually exhaling his smoke through one side of his mouth, "and my socks..."

Maybe I wasn't the only one who was going to get naked out in my back garden! So, a good job I'd had the foresight to put up the sun umbrella to hide us from view!

I resumed my kneeling position and quickly removed the lad's footwear and trademark purple socks. "And the rest..." he added, nodding downward at his jeans and slip.

I carefully slid these off over each ankle and placed his clothes reverently on the vacant chair beside me. I paused momentarily to admire the handsome Indian dressed in nothing but his pale blue tailored shirt, his enormous cock resting languidly on his belly as hard as ever, encircled by its halo of jet-black public hair, his thighs spread enticingly wide.

Overwhelmed by the boy's beauty, I longed to throw myself at his feet and shower his whole body with kisses from top to bottom to demonstrate my absolute subservience to him. Instead, I let my gaze fall downwards over his shapely legs, narrow ankles and slender feet, contemplating the delicate rows of toes I'd had the privilege of sucking and wanking-off over to reach my climax at the end of our previous meet...

"Now lick my balls!" Ram commanded, sensing my desire for further humiliation and instinctively selecting a demand that would provide me with a suitably demeaning new challenge.

Although I had rarely done this in the past, it never occurred to me for a second to disobey and I quickly lowered my head between his thighs and licked my way up the seam of his crack until I reached his scrotum. Slicking the wiry hairs aside with spittle, I went further than he had asked and attempted to gradually envelope his entire ball sack inside my mouth.

This was a new experience for me too and I was surprised that far from increasing the Indian lad's vulnerability, as I had thought having the tenderest part of his anatomy crammed between my jaws would, it actually made me more helpless as I struggled to fit them both in my mouth at once and ensure my teeth did neither of them any harm.

After a minute or so knelt naked before him, with my mouth stuffed full of his balls, I found I was also struggling to breathe, as the base of his cock was pressed so hard up against my nostrils that it was blocking off my secondary airway. Yet despite this, my primary concerns remained providing the lad with enjoyment and ensuring I did him no harm!

In contrast, the sight of my distended mouth and bright red face, as I cowered beneath the imposing silhouette of his manhood, merely prompted Ram to add another humiliating close-up to his collection of pics!

"Find yourself something to lie down on," he demanded next, after finally extracting his scrotum from my mouth without mishap.

Deciding my exercise-mat would be perfect for the job, I rushed indoors and up the stairs to retrieve it from my gym. I returned to lay it down on the gravel at his feet and was then told to lie down on top of it on my back. No sooner had I complied, than Ram squatted above my head and gradually lowered his arse until his crack was positioned above my mouth. "Lick it!" he commanded.

Hidden beneath his shirt-tails, I soon found the circle of hair surrounding his hole, parted them with the tip of my tongue and, this time without any hesitation, sank it deep inside.

To my delight, as though to reward me for my unquestioning obedience, as I licked his ass, the boy ran his hands over my chest and plucked my nipples.

When my cock immediately became erect as a result of his actions, he reached further down my body and began to slap my shaft from side to side, which had the effect of making it become harder still. Then to my surprise, he rose to his feet and lay down on top of me, face down.

Although he kept my potentially soiled mouth away from his face - he encouraged me to hug him close. I happily took his weight and gathered up his slender young man's body in my more muscular arms, gently massaging his head and back then seized the opportunity to fondle his gorgeous ass for the first time.

We lay sandwiched together like this for what seemed like several minutes during which a cloud briefly blocked out the sun and Ram drew comfort from the strength and warmth of my embrace. His sudden tenderness not only reassured me that his feelings for me were genuine but also that, unlike other young tops I had come across, he understood that playing the dom role did not prevent him from showing me his softer side too. After rubbing his shaft up against by belly repeatedly, he whispered in my ear for me to get him a condom and rose to his feet.

This time, I raced off to the living room, where I had expected us to have sex, and quickly returned bearing the packs of condom and lube that I had left there earlier. By now he was sitting in one of the garden chairs pulling on his dick, which was still at the vertical. He took them from my hand and instructed me to crouch down on the edge of the mat to resume sucking him while he tore open the packs. A few moments later, he pushed my head aside so he could stretch the latex sheath over his shaft.

"Back on the mat with your arse in the air!" he demanded.

I did as I was told but noted with alarm that the lube pack remained untouched. In place of it, Ram spat on my ass a couple of times and slid a couple of fingers in and out of my hole and, all too soon afterwards, attempted to enter me.

A spasm of intolerable pain immediately convulsed my sphincter making me cry out involuntarily despite my determination not to draw my neighbours' attention to the scandalous activities going on below their open windows.

Ram showed no sign of letting up however, despite my groans, and my resistance only seemed to excite him all the more. In the end, I had to physically force his cock out of me so that I could grab the unopened pack from the table where he'd left it, tear it in two and smear a coating of lube around my hole to ease his cock's entry into my rectum.

Thankfully, after that, I managed to take his cock all the way inside me without too much trouble but as the pace of his thrusts accelerated, the enviably large portions of his member meant that my anal cavity felt stretched as tight as a drum, making me doubt I would be able to withstand this level of discomfort for long.

Fortunately, as last time, I didn't have to, as so turned on was Ram by overcoming the struggle I had put up, that after only a short number of thrusts he came, in spurt after triumphant spurt, until he was finally spent!

The lad stayed inside me for some time afterwards as he savoured his release and celebrated the completeness of his sexual conquest of me. Thankfully, my discomfort began to ease as his cock slowly shrank and my sphincter muscles gained the upper hand. After which, I began to experience the warm glow in the nether regions that follows a good fucking. To such a degree, that I felt positively bereft when the horny youngster finally withdrew his cock from my ass.

I watched, entranced, as he discarded the spunk-filled condom on the gravel, wiped himself down with the kitchen roll I'd had the foresight to bring out with me, then resumed his seat and immediately lit up a postcoital cigarette.

"What yer waiting for?" he demanded, after exhaling his first puff of smoke, prompting me to squat down on the mat at his feet so I could admire his youthful body more easily as I began furiously wanking myself.

Clearly mindful of how I had cum last time round, to hurry things along, the boy obligingly placed the soles of his feet on the top of my thighs. Although I liked the idea of him trampling on me as I wanked-off, my overwhelming desire at that moment was to worship him and to do that I desperately needed to see the full extent of his beauty.

After kissing his flaccid cock, I tentatively took hold of his shirt-tails and, after a glance upward to obtain his consent, began unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

Once it was fully open, I gently parted its front and eased the sleeves back to reveal his shoulders. I discovered his slim torso was more muscular than I had imagined and that his skin was adorned with a light covering of body hair - all of which I found incredibly sexy.

Entranced by what I saw and elated that Ram had finally agreed to reveal the whole of his body to me, I showed my gratitude by showering his newly exposed flesh with kisses and, when he raised no objection, began gently sucking on each of his perfectly formed nipples. Prompted by my actions, Ram responded by tweaking my tits in return, as though he had just remembered that I had confided with him that this was one of my biggest turn- ons.

As I kissed and fondled his beautiful brown body, I brought to mind what had gone before and the circumstances in which our love-making was taking place. Here I was, stripped completely naked, shamelessly masturbating outdoors in my back garden, after having sucked the cock and licked the arse of the young Indian I knelt before, who, after enthusiastically fucking me, was now trampling on my thighs and tweaking my nipples, all of which I appeared to enjoy immensely as I pursued my orgasm!

Needless to say, within moments I had cum...

Ram left in a hurry at just after 1.15pm, but to my surprise before leaving, stepped out of role to show me the pics he had taken of me and enquire if I had met up with any other Indian boys lately as a result of my on-line dating profile.

Whilst noting how demeaning the pics were, I said regrettably not, and admitted I'd had little success, other than himself. This seemed to go down well and the lad left giving me the distinct impression that he would get back in touch with me again in the very near future! It also occurred to me, that after just two meets, he was now carrying around with him on his mobile phone a set of the most sexually explicit and humiliating pics of me ever taken!

Once the lad had departed, I imagined him discretely checking them out as he went about his business, maybe showing them off to his mates or wanking off over them as he recalled the humiliation I had permitted him to impose on me.

Thrilled at the prospect of becoming such a gorgeous guy's slave, I celebrated my success by making myself a substantial lunch.

Later that afternoon, I turned on my PC to both record my adventures and draft a thankyou message to him to encourage him to keep in touch. After which I did a quick recap of why I liked him so much and considered how I might steer him more strongly towards the type of sex I was after.

Hi Ram

Wow - what more can I say about today? You were brilliant once again! You even remembered to tweak my nipples to get me excited - controlling me by pleasure rather than by brutality. I love your mischievous intelligence - the way you push my boundaries and test my obedience - the tee-shirt, coffee making and cigarette lighting, the outdoor sex, the photographs - plus the way you are able to relax and enjoy my servicing you and savour my humiliation. I also appreciate that you are so health conscious (smoking apart) and, perhaps it goes without saying, such a great looking guy!

Thanks once again and please do not hesitate to contact me at any time if you'd like to take things further - you're the boss!

Alan xxx

P.S. was stripping and fucking me out in the garden the role play fantasy you had in mind for me or was that just a spur of the moment thing?

Chapter Six

I knew better than to expect to hear back from Ram immediately, so in the days that followed our second encounter I not only spent my evenings happily wanking-off whilst reliving our encounters to date, but also reflecting on why I was so taken by the sexy Indian top and thinking about what I'd like him to do to me next.

Why I love this guy:

He is imaginative, intelligent, mischievous and willing to push my boundaries and test my obedience - the outdoor sex, the photographs, the gravel, coffee making, cigarette lighting.

He is also considerate, clean and health conscious - only smoking outdoors, using mouthwash, his dick and ass are clean and freshly washed, plus he even remembered to tweak my nipples to get me excited.

He clearly seems to find me attractive - at least enough to want to fuck and humiliate me!

Ideally, I wanted him to do this to me in public places - strip me naked on the Heath or in a gay club - or embarrass me in a caf or pub by making me do sexual things and take risks. However, with him being from an Indian background, I suspected he might be too hemmed in by his family living nearby to risk it. For all I knew, he could still be living at home or even be married! Even if he was out as gay, it occurred to me that he might be less than happy being seen on the gay scene accompanied by a much older white guy, such as me!

I also recalled from our early exchange of messages he had made it clear that he wasn't happy about us meeting up for sex at a gay club or sauna, so I guessed he probably hadn't been to one before. Ditto visiting Hampstead Heath late at night. I could understand this, as I recalled shunning such places myself when I was his age as I pursued one unsuccessful romance after another. Not because anonymous sex didn't excite me, but due to my fears of what might happen to me in such places and in case I got myself arrested.

Yet being publicly humiliated by Ram in front of a gay audience remained amongst my strongest fantasies. I not only wanted to be naked at his feet and lick them, I also wanted him to spank my ass as well - at least in my dreams!

So, I decided to work on some suggestions to help fire-up his imagination if/when he decided to contact me again but cautioned myself to keep it simple and ensure I put an equal focus on enhancing his pleasure as enhancing my own. I also needed to be wary of suggesting anything that would place unwelcome demands on him.

When he had last visited me, I had left my whole collection of bondage gear and sex toys out for him but because we stayed outdoors and had never made it as far as the living room, he'd never seen any of it! I decided I would mention this in a future message and invite him to make use of its contents on me.

I'd deduced he drove to me by car, so he could arrange to pick me up somewhere more convenient for him rather than waste his precious lunchbreak driving across London to my place. I could get there by public transport with him dictating what I should wear for the journey. He could either get me to strip for him in the car or, now the weather was hotting up, maybe drive me somewhere secluded to have sex outdoors.

While I waited for Ram to contact me again, I also resolved to get myself into peak shape so as to remain worthy of being humiliated by him and began taking exercise almost daily instead of just three times a week. However, I remained far from faithful to him and continued to visit gay venues alone or with friends and to exchange messages with other guys on the dating site we both subscribed to. As I was pretty sure Ram was doing the same, I didn't see this as an issue and found I was now playing both sub and dom roles with greater self-confidence than I had in the past as a result of his influence.

today? tomorrow?

Although, on the face of it, mundane, the words carried such a powerful hidden meaning that they set my heartbeat racing the moment I read them. Such was the youngster's confidence in my compliance with his wishes that I was now being summoned to be fucked by him in just five syllables!

The message had taken me by surprise, as I hadn't expected Ram to contact me so soon after our previous encounter and had been out on a shopping trip when it had been sent. Anxious to confirm that his assumption about my eagerness to see him again was correct, I hastily drafted a suitably obsequious reply to encourage him to take my humiliation further.

Apologies sir, I've been out all day so only just got your message. Tuesday would suit me fine - it's going to be hot they say! Let me know a time that suits you, along with your requirements and I'll be ready and waiting. I have a collection of leather, rubber and bondage/SM gear which you might find amusing to try out on me when you visit (includes collars, a leash, riding crop, cuffs, blindfolds, harness, gags, various jockstraps & shorts, butt plugs, a vibrator, etc.) should I leave this out for you?

Good to hear from you again. Alan xxx

He did not reply immediately but left me to imagine what further humiliation he might have in store for me until 11pm on the following day. Maybe he'd been busy fucking someone else earlier!

Hello

will arrive midday on tues... coffee as per usual outside in the garden ... have it sitting on the table ready for me to prepare... with milk and brown sugar and a teaspoon to stir with...an ashtray also... you will be seated on the floor feet behind you wearing a blindfold...long socks (pref white) at least to the knee if a bit shorter but not much... and a jockstrap Ram xx

P.S. i suggest you work to an eta of 1150hrs so i dont have to witness any last-minute faffing about! also have condoms and lube on the table outside

This short message set my pulse racing yet again. At first, I was taken aback by being reproached for keeping him waiting on his previous visits, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of him giving me a dressing down. Wasn't it his role as dom to keep me on my toes, to issue instructions and to admonish and punish me should I fail to please him? Indeed, wasn't to be humbled in this way a reassurance that I was thought desirable enough to be worthy of discipline. It was my role to keep Ram (and his cock) "happy" as best I could, as if I failed to do so, I knew I would face the cruellest sanction of all - abandonment!

Despite its brevity, the message amply demonstrated the lad's boundless self-confidence and wicked sense of humour - he was playing games with me - wielding the power I had given him over me and obviously enjoying every minute of it! But why choose long white socks for me to wear, of all things? I had an old pair of football socks that would fill the bill somewhere, but would have to root around in my wardrobe to find them. Then throwing in the jockstrap only as an afterthought, to make it plain that this was a concession he didn't have to make and that if he'd wanted to, he could have had me wait for him bollock naked wearing nothing but a blindfold!

And specifying that the condom and lube should be ready on the table outside (as though they were salt and pepper) was clearly intended to demonstrate not only that he now took fucking me for granted, but also that my humiliation might well take place outdoors in the garden again - with all the additional risks and excitement that this would provide. I also noted with satisfaction, that Ram had gone beyond the means of humiliation I myself had suggested in advance of our meetings (that he should dictate what I should wear) to also specifying the exact position I should be in when he arrived (in this case on my knees).

Demanding I be blindfolded was another innovation that added to my excitement as I realised it would increase my vulnerability still further. I wouldn't know where he was leading me, who might be watching us or if he were taking pictures of me or not. However, I could also see a downside to this, as it meant that I would no longer be able to see the lad's handsome face and body as we made love.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • When "tomorrow" eventually came, so anxious was I not to disappoint my master that I had been on my knees for over fifteen minutes by the time he arrived. Upon hearing him enter the house, I quickly lowered the blindfold over my eyes and straightened my posture just before the kitchen door creaked open and I felt his presence in the room.

There was a long silence, during which I guessed Ram was checking that I had complied with his instructions, as he had done on previous occasions. Presumably satisfied, his footsteps returned to the hall and the sound of running water indicated that he was washing himself in the loo. I quickly took my cock out of the jockstrap I was wearing and attempted to get myself hard before he returned - as this was what I would have liked to see in a waiting sub - him wagging his tail in excitement at his master's return!

On hearing the door reopen, I dropped my hands to my sides and bowed my head as a mark of my submission, only to have my obedience immediately put to the test as Ram grabbed hold of me roughly by the ear and dragged me out of my corner and across to the centre of the room.

Taken by surprise, I lost my balance and had to endure the indignity of padding along on my knees in the lad's wake in order to avoid the pain - only to then have my face unceremoniously rammed hard up against his groin, where I could feel his cock already protruding through his pants. Moments later, he tore open his fly and thrust his bloated dick so far into my mouth that it hit hard against the back of my throat. Ram clearly meant business, as he embedded his cock so far down my gullet that I was left with little choice but to surrender control of my breathing to him.

I waited as calmly as I could as he held it there, determined to overcome my impulse to gag, until he was satisfied he'd got his way, after which he permitted me to take a much-needed gasp of air. To underscore his victory, he repeated the process twice more before withdrawing his cock and thrusting his balls in my face. Knowing what was expected of me, I stuck out my tongue and once more ignominiously slicked up his scrotum like a dog until it was bathed in my saliva.

The next thing I knew, Ram was pressing my face between the cheeks of his arse! Again, I knew the drill and obediently slid my tongue into his crack, prising my way through the forest of hair until I was able to slide its tip deep into his tightly puckered hole.

Although none of this was new to me, I was taken aback by the ferocity of the passion that my vulnerability appeared to have aroused. Nevertheless, I held on manfully in the hope that what might lie further down the line would prove more to my liking, offering no resistance and conjuring up as much enthusiasm as I could muster, as my mouth and throat were pummelled to provide the youngster with pleasure.

Although I endured the initial onslaught without complaint, by the time my initiation was over, I felt soiled, my face bathed in precum and saliva, my throat raw and my breath redolent of the boy's anal mucus, the taste and smell of which, to my shame, I had now begun to recognise.

After satisfying his immediate needs, Ram resumed my humiliation at a more leisurely pace, while he set about sating his more mundane appetites. Finding that the coffee I had prepared for him had long since gone cold, he had me chase around after him on my knees so I could continue sucking his dick while he re-heated his drink in the microwave.

This done, he set his coffee to one side and led me by the earlobe toward the open French windows, where he positioned me with my head down to the kitchen floor with my arse up in the air, facing the open doorway. He then took hold of my hands and positioned them on each of my arse cheeks, indicating that I should hold them apart to display my hole to the world. After which, he retrieved his drink, stepped outside and crunched his way across the gravel to sit out on the patio, stirred in the required amounts of sugar and milk and then relaxed to enjoy the sunshine and savour my humiliation.

Although I strained my ears to work out what might lie in store for me next, initially all I could hear was the sound of the birds singing, the water trickling down from the water feature and the occasional vehicle driving past on the road that lay beyond my garden fence. However, this was soon accompanied by sighs of contentment as Ram sipped his coffee, smoked a cigarette and recovered from the frustration that results from even the shortest journey through London's teeming traffic.

What could heighten the Indian lad's pleasure more, I reflected, than the spectacle of me, his docile, white sub, prostrated on the floor, humiliating himself by obediently displaying his arse to him to indicate his readiness to be fucked? With Ram in this mood, and the content of my last message encouraging him to be more ruthless and innovative in his love making, I could see no limit to the degradation he might impose on me.

While the lad relaxed and contemplated my future, I became aware that the strong midday sun had begun to burn into the pale unprotected skin of my arse and back. It gradually dawned on me that it was no accident and that he had positioned me in the sunlight, as it not only meant that he got a spot-lit view of my most enticing feature, as far as he was concerned, but also caused the sun to burn into my rarely-exposed white flesh.

Sadly, when I eventually heard Ram step back into the room, uppermost in my mind was a swift end to my roasting, rather than the prospect of being fucked outside in my back garden. But I was to be disappointed on both counts, as the lad merely stepped around me and began opening up cupboards and rooting through my kitchen drawers - leaving me to toast for a little while longer.

While I was still trying to figure out what Ram was up to, he took me by the ear and dragged me back onto my feet. He then grabbed hold of both of my wrists and placed my hands on top of my head. Red in the face from the heat, I puffed out my cheeks in relief, thankful that my pale skin was at last shielded from the sun's rays before I had turned as pink as a cooked lobster.

To my surprise, Ram then took hold of my nipples and began gently rolling them between his fingers then wetted their tips with his spittle until they became erect. Elated that he should choose to excite me in this way so early on in our encounter, I moaned in gratitude and my cock stiffened fully for the first time since his arrival.

But as my excitement mounted, he abruptly withdrew his hands from my chest and, after a brief pause, my pleasure was cruelly displaced by the most excruciating pain. The lad had clamped a clothes-peg to the tip of one of my tits and even as I caught my breath, attached a second one to the other!

Although I had left out my bag of bondage and leather gear for his use in the hallway, as always, the inventive Indian seemed intent on doing things his own way by improvising torture implements from what he found lying around the kitchen. But, using clothes pegs as makeshift nipple clamps was a far cry from what I had been hoping for, as their over-tight springs made them pinch deep into the tender pink flesh of my most erogenous zone.

Once again, the limits of my obedience were being sorely tested by the mischievous lad, who despite my whimpers, then increased my pain still further by playfully flicking the pegs hanging down from my chest so that they swung from side to side like the tassels belly-dancers wear to perform their erotic dances. In response to this provocation, I threaded my fingers together to anchor my hands firmly to the top of my head and braced myself to endure the pain, determined to resist stepping out of role and the temptation to remove the pegs myself.

Instead, I threw myself at my master's mercy, letting out a series of undignified whines and whimpers to communicate my suffering but not questioning his right to inflict this punishment upon me if he chose to do so. Only for him then to abruptly remove the pegs, leaving me convulsed in pain as the bottleneck of nerve impulses was suddenly transmitted to my brain, all in one go.

I gasped and panted as my agony slowly subsided, brought to the brink of tears by the boy's under-estimation of the suffering he was inflicting on me. For a long while afterwards, my nipples felt bruised and raw; the slightest brush against them no longer a source of pleasure but one of pain.

Seemingly oblivious to my feelings, the playful Indian's inventiveness continued. Taking hold of my now shrivelled cock and the ball sack I had shaved prior to his arrival, he passed around them a piece of picture-cord (that he must have found in a drawer), fastened it tightly and then led me around the room by pulling hard on its other end.

I staggered after him, not knowing where I was going due to the blindfold, with my hands on my head, until we had completed a circuit of the kitchen, after which we paused beside a worktop. The next thing I knew, the cord was suddenly drawn tight and my cock and testicles were dragged downward between my legs. Ram had attached a heavy object to the cord (I discovered afterwards that this was the marble bowl from our pestle and mortar set). As the weight swung perilously from side to side, he pulled hard on the remainder of the string and paraded me around the kitchen with my cock and balls stretched so far down between my legs that my manhood must have been rendered virtually invisible.

To complete my humiliation, Ram surprised me yet again by hoisting his agile body up onto the top of the island worktop, where, after lying on his back, he parted his legs and tugged my head downwards until my face was positioned between his buttocks. With the weight still swinging from side to side stretching my tethered cock and balls downwards, I was forced to stoop down, stick my nose into his crack and then directed by tugs on my hair and ears, to sink my tongue ever deeper into his hole and lick it out for the second time that day.

After that, it seemed Ram was intent on bringing our encounter to a swift conclusion, as once he had clambered down, his next move was to drape me over a dining chair so he could fuck me, with the marble bowl still weighing down my genitals. To my annoyance, although he paused to don a condom, he again relied on a couple of gobs of spit to lubricate my hole, so that once more I was wracked with pain as he attempted to thrust his shaft inside me.

Despite willing myself to endure the previous indignities and pain Ram had inflicted on me, at this point, fearful that the weight was about to castrate me, I finally lost patience with the lad and stepped out of role to push his cock away from me and tear the blindfold from my eyes so I could unfasten the cord.

Unsurprisingly, my fending him off and removing the blindfold created a bit of a hiatus. But as I rushed to release the weight from my genitals to restore the blood-flow, the lad said nothing and backed away, expressing his dissatisfaction at being interrupted on the cusp of orgasm by tucking away his cock and walking out through the open doorway into the garden, where he proceeded to light up a cigarette.

Fearful that I had blown it, after freeing up my manhood, I meekly lubed up my ass from the unopened sachet I found on the kitchen table and quickly put the blindfold back in place. I then waited contritely, down on my hands and knees, hoping to entice him to resume fucking me, by pointing my ass at the open door in the same position I had been in earlier.

To my relief, after smoking his cig, the horny lad returned indoors, but immediately began slapping my buttocks repeatedly with the palm of his hand to demonstrate his annoyance at my act of defiance until I began to whimper from the pain. Although he quickly brought this punishment to an end in response, to my dismay, he then proceeded to slide what I guessed must be the handle of one of my kitchen utensils, as far up my lubed-up ass as it would go! As he gradually rotated its rectangular handle and thrust it repeatedly in and out of my hole, I was reduced to squirming and begging for mercy once more.

Once he'd decided he had stretched its perimeter sufficiently to accommodate his cock, he left the utensil sticking out of my ass and walked around me to press my head down to his sneakers for me to lick. After which he took a series of pics of my upturned rear on his mobile phone!

After a pause, during which I guessed he was removing his clothes and donning a second condom, Ram returned to yank the makeshift dildo from my ass and set to work fucking me once again. This time, he opted to drape himself on top of me and, once his member was embedded in my hole, used his full bodyweight to pin me down to the floor. Then, before he commenced thrusting his dick inside me, he reached forward to wrap his hands around my neck!

Feeling completely possessed and totally at his mercy, as the pace of his thrusts increased, I yielded to the intensity of his passion both physically and mentally, relishing the feeling of complete helplessness as his fingers gradually tightened around my throat. Clearly the lad's excitement mirrored that of my own, as within the space of a minute he was shooting his load inside me.

Once spent, Ram released his grip on my neck and lay on top of me with his cock embedded up my ass, with our heads barely inches apart, enabling me to feel his heartbeat gradually diminish and imbibe his tobacco-infused breath, as our sweat mingled together in the overheated room. Despite my increasing discomfort from his weight crushing my body against the unyielding surface, I waited patiently, as his shaft slowly shrank within me, until he finally thrust himself up from the floor to part his perspiring body from my own and remove the condom from his dick. That done, he gave me a kick in the ribs to indicate I should turn over onto my back, which I took as my cue to commence beating off.

Realising my time for pleasure had at last arrived, I began pulling on my shrivelled member, but with my genitals still aching from the cord that had been wrapped so tightly around them and my tits still sore from the torture inflicted by the pegs, I was slow to get hard. Growing impatient, the lad walked off to dispose of the condom in the bin and clean himself up with kitchen roll, then returned to my side to commence putting on his clothes.

Despite bringing to mind the extent of the humiliation I had suffered that day, without sight of the boy's handsome face or body for inspiration, I found it difficult to become aroused. With the result that Ram was soon fully dressed and ready to go, whilst I was still no closer to cumming. Thankfully, he didn't abandon me, but rather than permit me to lick his ass or tweak my tits to help me out, he instead sandwiched my head between his sneaker-covered feet.

As soon as I noticed their presence, I turned my face to nestle my cheek against one of them until I could both feel and smell its rubber toecap as I continued to wank. As my excitement grew, the lad placed his other foot on the side of my head and slowly prised it down to the floor until my nose and mouth were so close to his sneaker that I was able to kiss it.

Despite the strain on my neck, resulting from performing this ignominious act of submission, so turned on was I by it, that rather than attempt to shrug him off, I crossed my legs and locked my ankles and thighs together so my whole body became rigid. I then tugged down on my balls with one hand, firmed up my grip around my shaft with the other and pumped it for all I was worth.

At the same time, in the darkness beneath my blindfold, I imagined the demeaning sight of me wanking off naked on my kitchen floor with my face squashed beneath the sneakered foot of my fully-clothed Indian master, while I eagerly worshipped his street-soiled footwear.

Upon hearing the sound of snapshots being taken to record my disgrace for posterity, I let out a loud moan of satisfaction and my whole body convulsed in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on, until the last of the tension finally drained from my body.

When the youngster finally removed his foot from my face, so relieved was I that he had not abandoned me to wank off alone in response to my show of defiance, that I reached out to embrace both of his feet in my arms and upped my humiliation a notch further by covering the tops of his sneakers with grateful kisses.

To be continued...

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