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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...
- The Only Way is Down!
Cocooned in the sweat and testosterone-infused darkness of the Black guy's groin, despite the whacks on his ass and the downward pressure on his torso, Ian continued sucking Amadu's cock subserviently whilst secretly enjoying the feel of the young Asian's silky-smooth inner thighs and baby-soft ass rubbing up against his skin.
Even when the mischievous lad took his feet off the floor and tightened his legs around his waist in a python-like grip, Ian stoically tightened his muscles and meekly accepted his punishment without protest, telling himself it was well-deserved and that he needed to make amends.
His stoicism was rewarded by the rodeo continuing for several minutes more before his tormentor finally grew bored with it and moved on to impose even greater humiliation upon him before he achieved orgasm.
After whispering more words in Spanish in Amadu's ear, his admirer raised his head from his cock to allow Tim to dismount from Ian's back. Leaving the African free to rise from his chair, part the manacled Brit's mouth from his own dick and prise his face down to his feet.
"Lick his boots!" Tim called out disdainfully, in case Ian was uncertain what was expected of him.
But the Brit was way ahead of him. No sooner were his lips positioned above the big African's army- style boots, than he began ignominiously kissing and licking their tops with his tongue with his exposed ass up in the air - just as the young Asian had intended.
"That's all you're fit for!" he added with venom, whilst stooping down to pick up one of his discarded deck-shoes from floor.
After sharing a conspiratorial grin with his accomplice, Tim took a firm grip of the heel of his plimsol and positioned himself side-on to his target.
This time, with his feet planted firmly on solid ground and a weapon in his hand, he set about spanking Ian's ass with a vengeance!
After taking barely a dozen slaps from the shoe's flat rubber sole, the Brit found his ass-cheeks smarting so much that he was unable to bear the pain a second longer and instinctively attempted to protect himself by obstructing Tim's blows with his cuffed hands.
But his manoeuvre was instantly countered by Amadu, who quickly reversed Ian's collar so that he could thread the leash through the chain connecting the cuffs together and attach it back up to the choker by its grip.
With his hands now secured well away from his ass and the tension from the leash on his collar making him strain to keep his head up to prevent the collar tightening around his neck, the young Asian resumed pummelling his fellow Brit's arse unhindered.
After another dozen blows were landed on his already raw backside, Ian was on the verge of tears and broke off from his bootlicking to beg his Masters to show him mercy, guessing that the young Asian had never experienced a spanking himself, so had no idea of the extent of the pain he was inflicting on him.
However, his pleas fell on deaf ears and, in response to his cries and whimpers, Tim only increased the ferocity and frequency of his blows. Meanwhile, Amadu continued to add to his discomfort by, whenever he raised his head, prising it back down to his boots, to insist he continue to lick them.
As the pain from both his ass and his tethered arms fast grew beyond bearing, Ian closed his eyes and attempted to distract himself from his suffering by turning his thoughts to the beauty of the pair tormenting him. But instead he found himself reflecting on the rights and wrongs of the situation he found himself in.
In the past, the kick he got from being rendered naked and helpless whilst being fucked and humiliated by the Black and Asian men he desired so much, had outweighed the physical pain he had to suffer to satisfy their sadistic appetites. He'd told himself this was just something he had to learn to bear to prove himself worthy of their affections.
But tonight, Ian found himself being punished for reasons other than the sexual gratification of his tormentors - the pair genuinely wanted to teach him a lesson for what he had done!
Thinking he was morally in the right to expect other guys to be prepared to suffer the same treatment as they had meted out to himself, whatever their race and ethnicity might be, he had not taken into account the different implications them being publicly fucked and humiliated might have for them, nor what bystanders ignorant of what had gone on before might make of it!
He had happily spent the night shuttling between realising two opposing sexual fantasies of his, each of which turned him on incredibly. First, he had exploited the naivete, drunkenness and sexual frustration of Tim's White work colleague, John, to publicly humiliate him in the back of a cab. Only to then become the willing sex-slave of the more sexually experienced dark-skinned Spanish barman, who had given him a lesson in bondage-play he would not forget in a hurry!
After getting off on the humiliation of being handed over and reduced to the African night- watchman's guard dog and being led around naked on a leash in the deserted shopping centre he patrolled, he had seized the opportunity to reverse their roles and turn the tables on him with both hands. Only to then be sexually humiliated and abused in turn by the petite, self-assured, young Asian guy who now seemed hell bent on punishing him for the racial outrage he judged him to have committed.
He, who had never so much as raised a finger in anger against a fellow human being in his entire life, and had been a campaigner for social justice across the board since his student days!
However, the last thing he wanted to do was bring his heady night of sexual excess to an anticlimactic end by insisting that the two guys he had found by far the most attractive of all those he had cruised that evening release him! Especially, as by uniting to take his humiliation to a new low, his tormentors were in other respects fulfilling yet another of his submissive fantasies!
So, Ian changed his tune from complaining loudly and wailing forlornly after each and every blow Tim landed on his rear, to instead thanking his Masters for disciplining him and assuring them that he was sorry and would never repeat his heinous offence ever again.
Although taken by surprise by his sudden admission of guilt, when Ian swore he would willingly do anything they asked of him, without need of bondage, the pair took him at his word.
Within seconds of him making the undertaking, the security guard unlocked his cuffs and let the leash hang free once more. The swiftness of his actions maybe explained by his worries about the amount of noise the spanking was making and his concern that both Ian's ass and his face were turning a shade of blue!
Relieved that his bondage had been removed, a contrite Ian slumped down on his knees and as he filled his lungs with air, slowly rotated his head around his shoulders to loosen up his strained neck muscles and rubbed his aching wrists to get the blood recirculating back into his hands.
"Hope you've learned your lesson... slave boy!" Tim chuckled, picking up the end of the leash to assert his ownership of him as Amadu hurriedly returned the cuffs to his drawer to prevent them going astray a second time.
"Yes boss!" Ian replied.
Suspicious he might have called him "boss" mockingly, Tim gave him the evil eye.
"Get down on the floor, slave!" he commanded, "From now on you do everything we tell you, whether you're wearing cuffs or not!"
Eager to demonstrate his obedience, Ian hurried to carry out his instructions but was uncertain which way up he was supposed to lie. Thinking his rear was the part of his anatomy they had been most interested in to date, he opted to lower his body face-down to the tiles, only to have Tim then reprimand him.
"On yer back, slave! Flat out!" the youngster added with relish, awarding him a kick in the ribs to prompt him to comply with his wishes.
Once on his back, gazing upwards with his arms at his sides, Ian eyed the mischievous Asian lad at the other end of his leash nervously.
And quite rightly so, as within seconds he had placed the sole of his bare brown foot over his balls and shrunken penis and was pressing down on it with a huge grin on his face!
To be continued...
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