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Barney
THE ISLE OF DOGS?
Summary
After hearing about Playa Del Ingles reputation for being a sun-drenched gay paradise, Ian Hamilton opts to take a winter holiday in the Canary Islands.
Travelling alone, after the beak up of a relationship, he opts to book with a gay tour operator, thinking he will soon make friends with his fellow tourists.
But introverted Ian doesn't make friends easily and when his travelling companions all seem to be in tight-knit couples or groups and no one he fancies takes much interest in him, he turns to the locals to satisfy his craving for sexual domination and his lust for hirsute Latino and Arabic guys.
A few years later, a more sexually accomplished Ian hears the resort now has a leather scene, so decides to visit Gran Canaria again.
This time, he mixes more with his British compatriots, but after finding it hard to pin down a guy he fancies, who is into the sort of sex he enjoys, he fears he may have to settle for watching the drunken antics of others.
Until, on the last night of his stay, he summons up the courage to make a move on a strikingly handsome guy who has caught his eye in the disco.
When his affection is reciprocated, Ian proceeds to introduce his companion to the delights of public humiliation and bondage, only for things not to work out quite as he had planned...
- Taking Control
On his visits to saunas, Ian had come across a fair number of well-built Black guys he had fancied and thought were tops but who in the privacy of a cubicle had turned out to be eager to be fucked. It was beginning to look like the night-watchman was one of them.
But given his obvious enjoyment at belittling him, it may have been that he was just weary of playing the dominant role that day, either as a result of his labours or the amount of whiskey he had consumed, putting him more in the mood to be fucked than to fuck!
Either way, the African had chosen to reveal to him his liking for having his ass filled with a monster dick prior to achieving his orgasm! Maybe he considered his secret was safe with a, here-today- gone-tomorrow, sex tourist - especially one who had just permitted himself to be led around collared and naked on all fours in a public place! Not to mention sucking his dick and rimming his ass in public too!
But Ian was in no mind to complain, his passion for dark-skinned guys extended beyond merely getting fucked by them. Should the opportunity present itself, such was his obsession that he could just as easily get off on dominating them and he had done so on several occasions in the past - though admittedly mostly with younger guys who had presented him with their arses on a plate, so to speak!
Now, he found his cock hardening at the prospect of having a more mature Black guy completely at his disposal.
So, regardless of whether the African was interested in kissing him or not, Ian rapidly abandoned sucking his dick to clamber on top of him and thrust his tongue between his lips.
As the chair groaned beneath their weight, he grabbed hold of him by the back of his neck and proceeded to tutor him in the art of deep kissing whilst at the same time humping his rigid dick up against his belly to further enhance his pleasure.
Seemingly relaxed about the pallid redhead taking the initiative away from him, the African opened up to let Ian have his way and responded by wrapping his meaty arms around his slender waist to ensure that his enthusiastic admirer didn't accidentally tumble down to the floor!
As they continued to kiss with a passion, the larger man lowered his giant hands to cup Ian's buttocks in his palms and after first sampling the smoothness of his tenderised rump, began kneading his ass muscles and stretching them apart.
Having been obliged to hang his head in submission ever since the security guard had brought Enrique's bondage session to an abrupt end, it was only since they had entered his office that Ian had finally got the opportunity to examine the African's features at close range.
Close up, he realised that the aura of weariness that emanated from him, combined with his ill- fitting uniform, and increasing drunkenness had deceived him into over-estimating his age by about a decade. In reality, the night-watchman was barely older than himself and despite being a little overweight, still retained much of his youthful beauty.
Even the scar that ran down the side of his left cheek only served to enhance his masculine good looks, at least as far as Ian was concerned!
So he couldn't help grinning as he took in the perfect proportions of the African's round head and the curved shells of his ears, exposed by his short-cropped military style buzz-cut, and admired his broad nose, wide, kissable, lips, and the sexy black stubble surrounding his mouth and chin.
But it was the look of surrender emanating from the dark centres of his large eyes, enticingly silhouetted against their whites and bordered by long black lashes that set his passions ablaze, as it conveyed to him a single message loud and clear.
"Fuck me!" they pleaded.
No longer holding his feelings for the African in check, Ian went on to plant kisses on each of his eyelids, on the tip of his nose and then on both cheeks, including the one with scar, before returning his lips to his mouth and tugging on his earlobe to persuade him to yield his tongue to him so he could possess it completely.
As his passion grew, he went on to bite him around his chin and on the neck as well, provoking him to respond by tightening his grip on his ass and to seek out his hole with his fingertips.
But when the guard attempted to force them inside him, the Brit was having none of it - his ass had suffered enough for one day, now it was his turn to dole out the punishments!
Prising his hands away from his backside as though restraining a naughty child, he patiently slid his whole body downwards so his hole was no longer within the African's reach and lowered his head to his chest.
Angered that the security guard had attempted to penetrate his ass without the help of lube, when he was surrounded by numberless sachets of the stuff, Ian homed in on the dark brown circles capping each of his ample pecs, and in the same way the barman had targeted his own nipples for punishment, set about alternately kissing and biting on them until the night-watchman was shuddering from the mix of the pleasure and pain he was inflicting on him.
When the African attempted to prise his jaw away from his chest in protest, Ian then stepped down to the floor, caught hold of his wrists and thrust both of his arms up above his head with such forcefulness that it was clear he expected him to keep them there.
Taken by surprise by both Ian's aggression and his strength (the result of the conscientious Brit's twice weekly gym sessions) the inebriated night-watchman acquiesced and meekly linked his hands one inside the other when he directed him to do so.
Presented with the African guy's exposed armpits, the fired-up tourist drove his advantage home by dipping his tongue into the cleft of each of them, not to tickle him, but to run its tip over the patches of short crinkly hair that coated them and sample more his sweat as though it were nectar!
From there, he licked his way downwards, gradually building up the tension until he reached the security guard's nipples once more, at which point, he resumed sucking and biting on them more brutally than before.
But despite squirming and moaning, the security guard continued to accept his torments without making any attempt to free his hands, encouraging Ian to up the ante even further by also awarding his swollen black shaft a dozen or more playful slaps with the flat of his hand!
Although the African gasped as each blow landed, his cock only grew harder and he made no further attempts to rebel. Was he from a military background, Ian wondered, aware that many security guards were? That might explain both his stoicism and willingness to obey him and also the scars he had noticed on other parts of his body as well as his face.
Deciding it was now time to make their reversal of roles official, Ian took a break from slapping his dick and biting his nipples, to unfastened the dog collar from around his neck.
He was about to wrap it around that of the African's neck, when he decided it would be even more humiliating to wrap it around his cock and balls instead. That way he could halt the blood from flowing out of his erection however severely he pummelled his shaft!
"Up yer get!" Ian demanded once the collar was in place, yanking so forcefully on the leash that the security guard was left with little choice but to rise from his recumbent position if he was to avoid castration!
Grasping hold of the chair's arms to assist him to rise, the African set his large feet flat down on the ground and gingerly levered himself up from the seat, tightening his ass muscles as he did so to ensure gravity didn't result in the lubed-up dildo sliding out of his ass.
Once he had him in the vertical position, Ian immediately raised his hands above his head and made use of the leash to steer him away from the chair to a position between the cleaner's cupboard and the entrance with his nose pressed flat against the wall.
Chuckling at the incongruous sight of the butt of the pink dildo protruding from between his brown buttocks, a jubilant Ian ran his tongue up and down the length of the African's spine and lovingly ran his hands over every inch of his muscular back and thighs to sample to supple smoothness of his ebony skin.
He then prised his head downwards and had him bend over with his legs spread wide and hands wrapped around his ankles to display his ass and genitals.
After fondling his shapely upturned buttocks and wide thighs, Ian amused himself by thrusting the giant dildo in and out of the security guard's ass then moved on to slapping his cock around, this time whilst also squeezing his scrotum tightly in his clenched fist!
Although, at this point, Ian could easily have concluded his memorable night-out by pulling the dildo out completely and fucking the security guard up the ass in the privacy of his office, he opted instead to subject him to something more akin to the public humiliation he had enjoyed imposing on himself!
To be continued...
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