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Barney
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 Seven
After he'd left, I slid off the blindfold and looked up at the clock as I wiped myself down. No doubt about it, I was definitely Ram's lunchtime fuck. The whole encounter was over within the hour - twelve till one. There was no time wasted on pleasantries, indeed, he never uttered a single word throughout, even when I had interceded to free my genitals to prevent the cord from castrating me. In my infatuation, I had rendered myself so available to him that words were no longer necessary - other than a five-syllable message telling me when he was free and a few brief sentences giving me instructions on what to wear and what position to adopt prior to being fucked!
Ram knew he could get away with doing virtually whatever he liked with me. Ranging from stripping me naked, leading me around on all fours as though I was his dog and having me kiss his feet, to sucking his cock deep throat, licking his balls and rimming his ass. Following which, he was free to fuck me mercilessly in whatever position and location he chose. He had also witnessed me achieve orgasm in the most demeaning ways imaginable, cumming whilst sucking on his big toe and being trampled beneath his sneaker-covered feet! In addition, I had permitted him to take pics of much of the above with no strings attached!
My worry was that, due to my eagerness to please him, I had made myself such an easy lay that Ram was now less likely to give me the sort of domination I was seeking from him and would treat my pleas for him to indulge my particular sexual fetishes and fantasies with disdain. The joke was, if I was now to be fucked in silence and denied the pleasure of seeing the Indian lad I fancied so much, I had no way of knowing for certain if it was actually him who was fucking me! Save maybe for the size of his dick and the distinctive taste and odour of his bodily secretions! But on the other hand, this degree of anonymity also made it all the more humiliating for me, as it was akin to me offering myself to all-comers.
If this pattern was repeated in the future what was to prevent the mischievous lad sending a friend (or indeed anyone) around to fuck me in his place, on the basis that if I could get off on being trampled on by the dusty undersides of a guy's shoes, why should it matter so much who was wearing them? There was also nothing to stop him making use of the humiliating pics he had taken of me to offer my subbing services to his mates or indeed, anyone on the dating website who showed an interest in fucking me! Amazingly, even whilst I was mourning the loss of the pleasure of seeing Ram's handsome face and slender brown body ever again, I was fantasising about being loaned out by him to be used and abused by others. A thought that instantly gave me a hard-on!
However, I couldn't help resenting that the bulk of our encounters continued to be taken up by a prolonged session of cock-sucking followed by him briefly dry-fucking me, after which he buggered off as quickly as possible! It seemed grossly unfair that my satisfaction was mostly restricted to anticipation for a few hours or days before we met, wanking off over it afterwards, and just a few brief moments of bliss during it, when I was allowed to pleasure myself and cum in my young master's presence. Whereas he seemed to get everything he desired, including the ego-boost of having a physically larger and more muscular white guy, who was both older and more accomplished than him, obey him unquestioningly and whimper for mercy in response to whatever pain or humiliation he chose to inflict on him. I doubted many women or even gay guys, would be prepared to go along with such an arrangement for very long to please a man, however handsome or charismatic he might be!
But maybe I was deceiving myself! The truth was, I was prepared to endure a great deal of unpleasantness and pain along the way in order to fulfil my long-suppressed desire to become the sexual plaything of a guy I fancied, so long as he knew how to turn me on. At least Ram had shown himself willing to humour my desire for him to choose my clothes for our meets, had indulged my liking for outdoor sex and had not balked at tweaking my nipples to excite me. He had also, at least to date, always ensured I managed to reach orgasm before he left and had not chosen to impose chastity on me between our meets, which I knew more controlling masters were prone to do!
However, given his limited experience of SM, I had worries about him getting it wrong again, as he had today by stopping the blood-flow to my nipples and genitals for so long that he risked doing me permanent damage - especially if in future I was bound and gagged and not in the position to either object or intervene. Plus, I was not entirely convinced that the youngster was able to distinguish between my liking for humiliation and a liking for pain or that between being sexually dominated and sexually abused!
So, before we met again, I decided I needed to explain my reasons for stepping out of role and expand upon a few things that had only been touched on in my on-line profile, to encourage the lad to add more variety to our sex play and mould him into becoming the simultaneously ruthless and loving master that I dreamt about. By the time I was done, I ended up sending Ram not only by far the longest message I had sent him to date, but also a more candid description of my sexual turn-ons than I had ever shared with any of my previous lovers. I only hoped he would bother to read it!
Hi Ram and thanks for yesterday - it was fab.
As I hope we will meet up again soon, I thought I'd better supply you with more info on my sexual preferences and limits than is contained in my on-line profile.
Because you are such a nice guy, I know you may feel inhibited about what you can do to me unless I indicate that it's okay. Please don't take this as me telling you what to do - as long as you're interested in me, you're definitely the boss!
But firstly, a confession. As you've probably gathered by now, I'm still very much a novice sub and you have been breaking new ground for me. Before I met you, I wasn't used to being fucked regularly, deep throat cock sucking or licking out a guy's hole. Thank you for introducing me to these pleasures - I've enjoyed every minute of it and, in case you were wondering, I don't do these sorts of things for everyone I meet!
To date I've played a very passive role waiting for permission from you to do anything which is why I often haven't managed to get myself erect - though I have increasingly taken the liberty of wanking myself to bring this about, when you have thought this permissible. The purpose of this message is to open up some new possibilities that might increase your fun as well as mine.
I'm not sure if you prefer to see me excited when I'm servicing you or with my cock and balls tied off so I can't get erect. Until last time, you just squashed them a little with your feet and slapped them around a bit. However, the problem with tying them up tightly with a narrow cord for a long period or hanging weights from them, is that you may cut off the circulation for so long that you do me permanent damage! Safer sex isn't just about using condoms to avoid STIs - though I'm very grateful you are so conscientious in this respect. Also, though I was excited by you wrapping your hands around my neck while you fucked me, breath control has its dangers too, so I hope you will take care not to do this for too long either!
However, the thought of you having me by the balls definitely turns me on - leading me around by them for the fun of it or as a means of making me do whatever you want me to do. So, it would be okay by me for you to take this a bit further (if you wanted to) by slapping or kicking my cock and balls around - but I don't want to suffer too much damage by the end of an encounter - so take it slowly please! The thought of you putting me over your knee and spanking me also gets my juices flowing - much more for the humiliation of it than for any liking for pain - so please don't slap me too hard if you decide to do it!
I deduce you prefer to improvise than make use of my collection of SM gear, which is fine by me, as I love your spontaneity and imagination. However, I could wear a rubber or leather cock-ring and/or a dog collar if you wanted me to (or any of the other stuff I listed in my previous message) plus there's even a dog bowl for me to drink from which you may have spotted in your trawl of the kitchen cupboards. A butt-plug up my arse and a cock gag in my mouth would be ways of ensuring that I start to get more used to being penetrated at both ends!
I noticed you like lying on top of me - being overpowered by you and treated more roughly (but not physically hurt or bruised) is also a big turn on for me - this could be made more complete by the use of bondage which would leave me with no alternative but to comply with your wishes. I guess you probably like to hear me whimper when I feel pain as when I struggle this appears to increase your excitement (though I'd be grateful if you could use lots of lube when you fuck me - given you are so well endowed).
Although I liked the vulnerability added by me being blindfolded, I missed seeing your face and body which initially made it harder for me to get excited. I had to rely on touch alone - so I started to take liberties fondling whatever part of you came within reach (you can always discipline me if this is a problem). I noticed you also said nothing for the whole hour last time - which added to the humiliation of this being a totally anonymous lunchtime fuck. Summoned by a two-word message, I was being fucked by a guy I couldn't see who didn't have to utter a single word to have me completely at his mercy!
The humiliation of having to get off in a few snatched moments at the very end of our encounter after you had taken your pleasure also appeals to me - especially as my only stimulus was being trodden on by you, not barefoot or even in your socks, but wearing sneakers! I like the contrast of you being fully clothed and me entirely naked. But how do I now earn the right to see you or hear you speak again, as having to obey your orders, call you sir and beg to be humiliated by you also excites me enormously but requires us both to be able to talk.
The idea of you humiliating me in public is a big fantasy for me - though I realise one not without its practical problems and risks! There are two tried and tested (relatively risk-free) options I can recommend but both would involve meeting up in the evenings - one is after dark on Hampstead Heath and the all-weather option is in a gay leather club. In either case you get to strip me naked, make me helpless, lead me around on a leash, make me perform and fuck and humiliate me in front of other gay guys (though you have to look after my safety too - I've never had any problems but you sometimes have to move away when other guys join in and get too enthusiastic). You can easily hide your face beneath a cap if you are worried about being recognised. I have a Muir cap (a leather master's hat) that I'm sure you'd look great in!
If these options don't suit you - an alternative would be outdoor sex during the day. I could drive over somewhere convenient for you - to save you time. When I lived in your neck of the woods, I noticed there were quite a few places hidden from view where you could have sex outdoors during the day unobserved - especially during the week outside of the school holidays when a lot of places are deserted. You could drive there in my car if you liked (it is insured for other drivers) and fondle me or make me service you as you drive.
Alternatively, I could meet you somewhere using public transport where you dictate what I get to wear for the journey or you could embarrass me in a caf or pub by making me do sexual things or force me to take risks to amuse you. If all this sounds far too risky to you then it's probably best if it is left in the world of fantasy!
A less risky option for you (but maybe less satisfying) would be exercising remote control over me - by getting me to humiliate myself for your amusement in between meets by sending me instructions and checking I have complied with them using a mobile phone, for example by demanding I shave off my body hair and then visit the local swimming pool or that I strip and wank-off in a shop changing room or public toilet. Alternatively, you could make use of the cam on my phone to give me instructions and watch me humiliate myself live in public places remotely using video!
I know you like to keep things simple and a lot of this may sound like too much hassle to you. My hope is that you'll select what appeals and try it out if/when we meet up again. Thanks once again
Alan xxx
It took me such a long time to compose this message that I didn't finish drafting it until the day following our encounter. Although I still had some reservations about its contents, I sent it off anyway as I didn't want to delay any longer and cause Ram to think I wasn't grateful or not keen to meet him again.
When over a week went by after me baring my soul to him, without me receiving a response, I began to worry that my "confession" had put him off and had come across as too elaborate or manipulative for him to want to have any more to do with me. When two weeks passed, I grew so anxious that I risked leaving my track on his profile just to let him know that I was still thinking about him.
On the following day, I was reassured by discovering he had left a track on my own profile in response. However, as he had still not sent a reply to my lengthy message, I was left wondering if this was an invitation for me to contact him or not? Did I now have to stoop so low as to have to beg him to come round and fuck me - to save him the trouble of even sending me a message?
After another day elapsed, I decided I did:
Hi Sir - I noticed you left a track on my profile on Sunday and wondered if this was to let me know you wanted me to get in touch. I am available for fucking tomorrow and most of this week - just let me know a time and place that suits you and your instructions. Alan xx I attached another naked face pic to underline the unconditional surrender his silence had brought about.
Chapter Eight
When I again didn't hear back from Ram, I held off from sending him a third message pleading to meet up with him, telling myself I shouldn't pester him, and settled instead for monitoring his presence on the website and checking my messages on a twice daily basis. My strategy paid off when one evening, out of the blue, I discovered I had finally received a reply - of sorts!
tomorrow midday? if you're free will send instructions in the morning
I immediately sent him my response and couldn't stop myself attaching to it another, even more revealing, selfie.
Tomorrow's good for me - I await your instructions. Great to hear from you again! A xx
Despite Ram making no reference to it, after replying, my thoughts immediately shifted to the contents of the message I'd sent him after our last encounter which had by now become a distant memory. So, I hastily re-read its contents and immediately began to speculate on which of the suggestions I'd made to spice up our encounters might appeal to him the most.
I knew I was going to be fucked for sure, would get to suck his cock deep throat and to lick out his hole - as this had happened on each and every occasion we had met to date! I also guessed he was likely to demand that I blindfold myself again. But beyond that it was anyone's guess!
What he had specified I should wear for a meet had been far more varied, so harder to predict. But I hoped he would finally take me up on my suggestion of having me wear some of my collection of bondage gear. One of my fantasies involved him having me wait for him blindfolded, butt-naked apart from a dog collar around my neck, a cock-ring around my balls and a gag in my mouth, and, just prior to his arrival, being obliged to cuff my hands behind my back and leave him the key.
Would he take me outdoors into the garden again to fuck me there, or somewhere else in the house for a change - perhaps to my home gym and humiliate me by having me workout naked, or take me into my study, put me over his knee and spank me like a strict father punishing an unruly child?
Predictably, after getting myself so excited by the prospect of seeing him again, I received nothing more from Ram and was still waiting for the promised instructions at 11.30am on the following morning. As it now seemed unlikely he would be turning up as planned, I sent him a carefully worded prompt, saying I was "awaiting his instructions" rather than telling him off for not confirming if and when he would be arriving! Thankfully, it provoked a positive response:
I will be round at 1300rs... coffee in the garden with milk and sugar as per usual... plus ashtray you will be in a dark suit with a white shirt and red tie... slip-on smarts and dark socks... blindfolded! So, this time round, Ram had elected to make me dress formally so he could then have the pleasure of humiliating me by stripping me naked and reducing me from the power-dressed executive (he presumably imagined I once was) to his whimpering, cock-sucking, sex slave. That was fine by me!
My excitement instantly rekindled, I searched the house for the outfit he wanted me to wear only to discover I didn't possess either a dark suit or a red tie, so I checked out my partner's wardrobe (who was still obliged to dress formally for work) where I found ones I could borrow, crossing my fingers that Ram wouldn't opt to rip them apart or piss on them as part of the humiliation scene he had planned for me.
As time was now getting short, I quickly showered and dressed as required, then rushed downstairs to get everything ready for my young master's arrival. At ten to one, I made his coffee and then stood around waiting for him to arrive with the blindfold on my forehead ready to drop into place. It was a very hot day to be wearing a suit, but with the French windows wide open, it was still pleasantly cool in the kitchen.
At around one-fifteen I heard the front door open, so hurriedly slid the blindfold down over my eyes then waited nervously in a corner of the kitchen, facing the wall with my hands on top of my head to emphasise my submission. Upon entering the kitchen, rather than come over to me, Ram went straight outside to the patio to retrieve his coffee, which must have been stone cold by then, then headed back indoors to use the microwave.
While his drink heated up, he strode over to me and had me turn around so he could inspect my outfit. After emitting a disconcerting "Hmm", he unzipped my fly and took advantage of my lack of underwear to reach inside and yank my flaccid cock and balls out into the open. After taking a firm grip on them, he led me stumbling back to the oven with my hands still on my head and, whilst his coffee continued to warm, demonstrated the power he held over his be-suited executive sub by slowly pushing my head downwards until my nose was touching his footwear. Guessing he had decided to resume where he had left off last time, without need of any prompting, I kissed the tops of his sneakers to confirm my continued servitude.
As if this was not sufficient to assert his dominance over me, the lad then moved his feet to sandwich my neck between his ankles, yanked the tails of my jacket up over my head and, after unbuckling my belt, yanked down my borrowed trousers to expose my up-turned ass. While I pondered the reason for my punishment, he then began slapping my bare buttocks repeatedly with the flat of his hand!
Although I hadn't mentioned having a fetish for suit and tie play in my sexual wish list, I had said I wanted to be spanked, so was more than happy to accept it as my due, especially as it showed Ram was willing to vary his usual routine in response to my pleading, although, as usual, only in his own sweet way!
Once he had reddened both buttocks so that they matched the over-heated cheeks of my face, he caught hold of the tie and used it as a leash to drag me across the room on my knees with my trousers hooked around my ankles. After venting his frustrations on my ass, events soon reverted to a more familiar pattern, when he sat down to drink his coffee and presented me with his dick to suck while he recovered from the stresses of his journey.
Despite the doors being open, within minutes I was sweating profusely and worried about soiling my borrowed jacket, not just with my sweat but with a mix of my drool and Ram's juices. So was grateful when the youngster quickly abandoned the suit and tie play and opted to relieve me of it, along with the rest of my clothes, apart from the tie, which he made use of to lead me out into the garden, and the dark socks, which I guessed made me look ridiculous. There, he positioned me on all fours with my pallid back and reddened ass in full sun, before heading back indoors to replenish his supply of coffee. As I toasted, I heard the lad rummaging around in my kitchen cupboards again and realised he was up to further mischief.
I found out what, when he returned to place the dog bowl, I'd mentioned to him in my last message, down on the ground in front of me and directed my head down into the tap water he'd filled it with. Leaving me obediently lapping it up with my ass in the air, he retrieved his own drink, then sat down beside me on the recliner, put his feet up on my back and, after heaving a sigh, lit up a cigarette so he could savour my humiliation while he chilled out in the shade beneath the sun umbrella.
He had been sitting there contentedly for no more than a couple of minutes, no doubt contemplating what indignity he would impose on me next, when I heard his phone ring.
Whenever his mobile had beeped or rung in the past when we were having sex, he had always ignored it, but this time, for some reason, he opted to take the call. Not having heard my master speak for almost a month and only receiving the briefest of replies to my messages, I listened in, eager to get some insight into what was going through his mind. It didn't take long for me to work out the reason he had chosen to answer it.
"Hi! I'm a bit busy at the moment," he began with a laugh, but when his caller persisted, added, "Yep, I'm with the sub I told you about!"
From which I gathered the guy had correctly deduced what Ram being "busy" entailed, and, more disconcertingly, that he also knew all about me. Although I was pleased to hear the youngster had been bragging about me to one of his mates, I guessed it was mainly about the humiliation I'd permitted him to impose on me, rather than anything more complimentary. No doubt the bugger had shown him some of the pics he'd taken of me as well!
"At the moment, we're sunning ourselves out on his patio. He's naked, apart from his socks and a tie, lapping up water from his dog bowl, while I'm having a coffee and a fag with my feet up on his back!"
The sound of muted laughter could be heard from the other end of the phone conversation followed by another comment I could hear.
"You don't believe me! Okay, I'll send you a pic to prove it!"
There followed a pause during which Ram took a rear-view of me lapping up water from the bowl and sent it off to him, leading me to speculate if it was another Indian guy he was talking to or another of his white admirers. Either way, I found his betrayal of my confidence exciting and was unable to restrain myself from imagining my sexual humiliation being witnessed in person in the near future, either by another sub or me being fucked by two Indian guys at the same time.
"Yeh, his ass is red cos I gave him a spanking when I arrived," he explained as he resumed their conversation, "I told him to dress up smart in a suit and tie for me, but he turned up wearing some baggy, moth-eaten, number that looked like he'd got it from a thrift shop!"
"Yer wanna talk to him?"
"Okay!" Ram agreed with a smirk, lowering his legs from my back and yanking my head up from the water bowl using the tie.
"My mate wants to hear you bark!" he demanded with a laugh, holding the phone opposite my mouth until I complied.
Taken aback by the demand, and already conscious my neighbours might be listening in to Ram's salacious phone conversation, I was hesitant to add to the chances of our antics being noticed by giving a full-throated woof, with the predictable result.
"Louder!" the lad demanded, landing another hard slap on my ass by way of incentive, making it even more likely we would be overheard by my neighbours!
"Good boy!" he conceded, after I made sure I did it more whole-heartedly this time. Seemingly pleased by my compliance, the lad sat back in his chair and directed my face down to his groin, where I obediently gobbled up his cock once again.
"I'm sending you a pic of him sucking my dick!" he announced gleefully, after which he paused to take a pic of me performing my slave boy duties.
"What was it you rang me about anyway?" the lad finally enquired, once he'd sent it off. As he listened to his friend and they chatted about more mundane matters, my worries about us being overheard by the neighbours began to abate. I also comforted myself that as long as I was still wearing the blindfold, even should the pics Ram had taken end up being posted on the internet, I would not be recognisable - however humiliating they might be.
As my fears lessened, I gave in to the feelings of gratitude and lust that had been welling-up inside me toward my handsome young master and, while he talked, decided unasked, to demonstrate how willing I was to embrace the inferior role he had allocated me. As my passion grew, I risked taking advantage of the lad's distraction to gently lower his pants and briefs so I could display my devotion to him in ways other than worshipping his dick.
"Now he's licking my balls!" the lad couldn't resist interrupting his mate to report, "I'll send you a picture if you like," he offered, causing their conversation to lapse while he used his phone to capture and send the image off to him.
Made bolder by Ram's approval of my actions, when the pair resumed chatting, I removed my master's footwear and commenced massaging his slender feet with my fingers, then lowered my head to inhale their smell and lovingly kiss the fabric of his socks. When he raised no objection, with his co-operation I went on to lower the back of the recliner so he could lie back and relax as he talked, and then carefully eased down his pants and briefs and tugged off his socks to denude the lower part of his body completely.
Despite knowing he would almost certainly take more pics of me and send them off to his buddy and instantly catapult my sexual capitulation to him from the private to the public domain, I went on to demonstrate the extent of my affection for him by kissing his feet and sucking each of his toes in turn, before slowly working my way up his legs with my tongue until my lips were once more massaging his dick.
Taking my submission to him as his due, as he listened, the youngster lay back and stretched out languorously whilst uttering the odd murmur of encouragement to either me or his friend to continue as he savoured his pleasure.
Only when I paused sucking him to take a breath and began to bathe his scrotum with my saliva a second time, was he motivated to stir and play a more active part in my humiliation. Namely, by hoisting his legs up into the air and directing my head between his upturned buttocks, for me to commence lapping the circumference of his anal ring with my tongue.
"You'll enjoy the next pics I'm sending you," he informed his pal gleefully five minutes later, when their conversation had finally ground to a halt, "One's of him sucking my big toe... and the other's of him licking out my ass!"
"If you want some more, you'll have to come with me next time and take 'em yourself!" he added hanging up after hitting the send button.
Seemingly now back in Ram's good books, before he fucked me, he handed me the open lube packet to smear what was left of its contents around my hole as he set about donning a condom. But instead of having me bend over or lie on my back with my legs over his shoulders so he could enter me, this time he directed me to stand facing him with my legs astride the recliner and hold my buttocks apart so he could align the tip of his vertical shaft with my hole, after which he had me lower my ass downwards as though performing a squat.
Excited by Ram's offer to invite his pal round to witness me being dominated by him at a future meet, I began tugging on my dick as I gradually took the whole length of his dick fully inside me whilst at the same time fantasizing about having a second Indian guy join in my humiliation.
Once I was securely skewered, I was urged to bounce up and down on his groin while he simultaneously thrust his thighs upwards to meet me, leaving me to emit a variety of gasps, moans and whimpers as, aided by gravity, Ram succeeded in penetrating me deeper than ever before.
"Carry on wanking!" he commanded breathlessly, as his excitement grew and his upward thrusts became more frequent.
I needed no more encouragement, as I too was feeling pulses of pleasure running through me as his shaft hit up hard against my prostate as he fucked me, plus, as a result of using the lube, for once my enjoyment was not marred by pain.
As though reading my thoughts, as I bounced up and down above him my master reached forward to grab hold of me by my nipples and set about twisting their tips sadistically.
"If you're lucky," he added in between his thrusts and my ecstatic moans, "the next time we meet... you'll have another cock... to suck... while I fuck... your ass!"
With both my mind and body aroused, I increased the pace of my wanking fourfold and within moments was going hell for leather to achieve orgasm. In doing so, I involuntarily tightened my ass muscles around his shaft, with the result that as my own cock erupted, I could also feel the youngster simultaneously shooting his spunk into the condom inside me!
To be continued...
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