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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 Nine
Given the success of our last encounter and the prospect of a threesome, for a couple of weeks afterwards I checked for messages from Ram religiously every morning, afternoon and evening, before eventually accepting that one was not going to arrive anytime soon. The boy would contact me again in his own good time - most likely when he was feeling horny and was hard up for someone better to fuck!
Sure enough, a week after I'd cut down checking to once a day, a message duly arrived:
tomorrow midday? coffee and ashtray in your garden as per usual you will be wearing dark business socks.. garters for these...white jock...tie around your neck...blindfold lying on your front... on a cushion... on the kitchen floor with your legs bent feet facing upwards... arms folded under your head rubbers and lube to hand... and your bag of SM gear out in the hallway
So, suit and tie play again, but this time without the suit - at least it would spare me a trip to the dry cleaners with it afterwards! Plus, it looked like the lad was finally going to take me up on my offer for him to make use of my collection of bondage gear and sex toys.
However, I was disappointed that there was no mention of his friend joining us, as Ram showing me off to one of his mates had filled my wank fantasies ever since I had overheard him make the offer. That along with the prospect of being dominated by two guys for the first time...
Telling myself it was typical of the lad to keep to himself whether he would be accompanied or not, I immediately sent off confirmation that I was available nonetheless and would fully comply with his wishes, only to discover afterwards that neither me nor my partner possessed any garters and that there was now no time left to get hold of any before our date.
The lad must enjoy the thought of me rushing around to satisfy his quirky instructions, I surmised, as he always held off sending them to me until the very last minute. It was as though he wanted to see me flustered and unprepared (as I had been at our first meeting) and wanted to catch me out by requiring I wear something I was unlikely to have in my wardrobe to furnish him with an excuse to punish me. Though, judging by our last meet, he now seemed to have caught-on that no reason was actually needed.
So, at 12 noon the following day, I was lying (face-down) on top of one of my garden-lounger cushions spread out on the kitchen floor with my legs up in the air (feet facing upwards), in nothing but a pair of black socks (but no garters) with a jockstrap draped around my neck and a blindfold over my forehead ready to drop into place, just as Ram had specified (or so I thought).
As usual, he was late, so while I waited for him to arrive, I began to reflect on the humiliating pose and ridiculous outfit I was currently clad in and speculate on what was to come. I recalled Ram casually sharing my secrets and pics with his mate on the phone, then having me pose sucking his dick and licking his ass, and afterwards inviting him around to my home to witness his dominance over me in person. Now I realised I was about to be presented to him in the worst possible light, crawling on my belly like a worm, bereft of both my clothes and my dignity, obliged to comply with his every whim, no matter how humiliating this might turn out to be.
As, this time round, I had nothing covering my genitals, as my excitement grew, I began rubbing my cock up against the fabric of the cushion below me, then noticed my nipples were standing out erect due to the breeze from the open French window, so lowered my chest to the cushion to simultaneously brush their tips up against it as well. As I did so, my thoughts moved on to speculating what use Ram might make of the contents of my bag, reminding me that I had intended to remove some of the ones that I was not keen having him use on me prior his arrival. But in my hurry, I had forgotten to do so and now daren't risk doing it as he might walk-in on me at any moment.
Was the chastity device in the bag I wondered, as I definitely didn't want Ram to latch onto the idea of curtailing my sexual pleasure in between our meets. Especially as after trying it on after I'd bought it, I'd found it incredibly uncomfortable to wear for more than a few minutes at a time! The humbler too, that I'd also hardly used since buying it, might also be in the bag. This trouser hanger like device, was designed to hold a sub in a kneeling position by clamping his balls between two wooden yokes the curved ends of which were secured behind the backs of his thighs. Neither was I keen on the largest of my collection of butt-plugs and dildoes being prised up my still virginally-tight ass despite all the recent fucking it had received...
However, the part of me that got off on being rendered completely vulnerable thought it wrong to impose any restrictions on what my master might choose to use on me - despite him having no prior knowledge of what the bag would contain. As these were all items that I had used on others in the past, either experimentally (to see if they liked it) or at a sub's instigation, I also felt morally obliged to take whatever chastisement took the lad's fancy. I guess I thought it a matter of masculine pride that I was tough enough to take at least as much punishment as I had meted out to others - although I doubted many doms (including Ram) thought the same way - so convinced were they of their innate superiority. In addition, the last thing I wanted to do was show the lad up in front of one of his pals by refusing to go along with his wishes, so I resolved not to object to anything he chose to impose on me to avoid putting him off seeing me again.
By the time I heard my front door open, I had become so turned-on by these thoughts, that I not only had a full erection but was breathlessly humping the floor. Like a guilty adolescent, fearful of being caught wanking by his parents, I hastily pulled the blindfold down over my eyes and adopted the position my master had demanded. There followed a pause before I heard the door locked shut, followed by an exchange of muffled voices outside in the hallway. Ram was not alone!
I held my breath and strained my ears to attempt to hear what was being said but could only capture the odd word and the occasional giggle. I guessed they had paused to open up my bag and confer on what use they might make of what they had found inside. Unable to restrain my growing excitement, I returned to my fantasies of what might lay in store for me and resumed thrusting my cock up against the cushion - despite knowing that if I was caught pleasuring myself prior to my master's arrival I would almost certainly be in hot water.
As a result, I remained blissfully unaware of the kitchen door being stealthily inched open by my visitors and the pair not only witnessing my aberrant behaviour, but Ram also taking pics of me before revealing his presence. Only when he placed his trainer in the centre of my back and forced my rump down to the ground to cease my humping, did I realise I'd been caught.
"On yer feet!" he demanded, stepping back and grabbing hold of the jockstrap draped around my neck to stretch it upwards, threatening to choke me if I didn't comply, "And explain to me why the fuck you're wearing the jockstrap around your neck, instead of a tie?"
"Sorry sir, I must have got your instructions muddled up..." I blurted out, careful not to imply that he might be the one at fault due to the ambiguity of his message, "I thought it was a bit strange though..." I admitted. "And where in my "instructions" did it say you should start humping the floor while you waited for me to arrive?"
"Nowhere sir, I guess I just got too excited not to!"
This elicited a giggle from his companion, prompting the lad to introduce me to him.
"This is Alan," he explained, heaving a sigh of exasperation, "my moronic, fifty-year old, wannabe slave boy! Who's incapable of carrying out even the simplest of instructions without messing them up!"
"Don't just stand there!" he added, when the guy laughed in response, "Straighten up and put your hands on your head, so my mate can get a good look at you!"
Despite the telling-off, so thrilled was I at my belittlement being witnessed by a spectator for the first time that I eagerly raised my arms to pose naked, apart from my socks and the jockstrap draped around my neck, with my swollen cock at the vertical.
"Dunna I get ta see 'is face?" his mate prompted provocatively, speaking in front of me for the first time in a pronounced Northern accent.
"Sure!" Ram replied after mulling over his companion's request.
"Take the flight-mask off!" he instructed me, "But make sure you keep your eyes CLOSED until I say you can open 'em again!"
Given I was the one who had proposed this alternative to being kept permanently blindfolded, on penalty of getting a spanking should I dare to open them, I realised I could hardly object now, even though, until that moment, I'd been thanking my lucky stars that I was wearing a blindfold, as it would provide me with a degree of anonymity should either of them take photos of me being humiliated and these end up being posted on-line. However, on the plus side, I hoped it would provide me with opportunities to catch clandestine glimpses of both my master and his companion when their backs were turned and enable me to discover the stranger's ethnicity.
"And the jockstrap as well, while you're at it!" Ram added, "We found something in your bag more suitable for a slave to wear!"
Guessing what it was likely to be, I meekly handed over both items, after which Ram stepped forward and set about fastening what I recognised to be a leather dog-collar around my neck.
"Where's my coffee!" he added, once it was in place, as his thoughts turned to satisfying his other desires.
"It's outside on the patio table, as you instructed sir! But it may be cold by now," I added defensively.
"I think you're being told off for being late!" his mate commented provocatively, "You goin' ta put up with that?"
"Go fetch it!" Ram barked at me, ignoring both the jibe and the fact that I was unable to see what I was doing. Noting his annoyance, I felt my way through the half-open door and managed to locate his cup on the table where I had left it half an hour earlier and, despite the gravel, succeeded in returning it indoors without spilling any of its contents.
Growing impatient at the time I was taking, the moment I re-entered the kitchen, Ram placed his hands on my hips and steered me past all the obstacles to the corner that housed the coffee machine.
"Warm mine up in the microwave and make another for my mate!" Ram demanded, "We'll be waiting for it outside."
Leaving me to it, he returned to join his mate and led him out in the garden to show him the facilities as though he owned the place.
"Your coffees are ready sir!" I called out a few minutes later during a pause in their conversation, after having made my way to the open kitchen door with my eyes still closed, this time toting two drinks.
"Put them on the table then!" Ram responded, leaving me to step down onto the gravel and stumble toward them.
"Okay if I take summore pics of 'im out 'ere?" his mate requested.
"Yeh, click away!" Ram replied, as I somehow succeeded in depositing both cups of coffee safely on the table beside them, "Only make sure you keep my face out of 'em!"
"Over here!" he demanded as I stood by with my head bowed wondering what to do next, reaching out to grab tight hold of my nipples and use them to guide me toward him until I was positioned between his spread thighs. "On yer knees slave boy! And commence sucking my dick!" he added imperiously.
Hoping against hope that Ram's words had not been overheard by my neighbours, as my nose hit the front of his pants, I crouched down before him and obediently set about opening up his flies.
"Don't worry, I can blank out yer face afterwards!" his mate assured him, as I eagerly pulled down my young master's underwear to let loose his fast-swelling dick.
As I dutifully took his manhood into my mouth and bathed its length and girth with my saliva, as I had on previous occasions, I realised blanking my face out the pics was not on the cards, but comforted myself that, as I was no longer in regular employment, at least I didn't have a reputation that I needed to protect to maintain my livelihood. Although it would be embarrassing for my gay friends to discover I was now playing the role of sub, I told myself that at my age, I should be pleased that anyone would find pics of me worth either taking or viewing, however degrading the poses might be!
So, I threw caution to the winds and voluntarily laundered my master's balls to add to his pleasure, at which point his mate intervened to prompt him to raise his legs from his chair so he could also capture close-ups of me slicking down the hairs adorning his seam, licking his ass and sliding my tongue inside his hole. I only hoped I would get the satisfaction of seeing some of the pics afterwards - though preferably not as a result of them being posted on some gay porn website or as trophy pics on Ram's profile!
Once his coffee was drunk, his cigarette smoked and my complete sexual servitude to him caught on cam by his pal, Ram tucked his cock back into his pants and, as the sun passed behind a cloud for a second time, decided it was time for us to return indoors.
"He's got a home gym up on the top floor he's always banging on about, that doubles as a make-shift dungeon, apparently!" he explained to his companion as I was led back through the kitchen and into the hallway on my hands and knees. "So, we're off up there next. That way we can do whatever we like with him without freaking out the neighbours."
"I'll bring 'is bag," his pal volunteered as they walked by it at the foot of the stairs, "E's got some really kinky stuff in it, I can't wait to try out on 'im!"
Chapter Ten
My home gym had started life as a spare bedroom, but over the years I had gradually removed the furniture and replaced it with a multi-gym, workout bench, exercise bike and rowing machine, along with a selection of bar and dumbbells and the weights to go with them. I had also fitted a chinning bar, fixed horizontally a foot below ceiling height, spanning the alcove between the side of the built-in wardrobe and the door, which in the past I had used to attach the wrist-cuffs or leash of a collared bondage sub to immobilise him. I'd also driven rings into the skirting beneath the bar and into the walls at either side so ankle and wrist cuffs could be attached to them, leaving me free to do whatever I liked with him.
"Pull up the blind to let more light in!" Ram told his bag-toting mate as soon as we entered, closing the door behind us and positioning me in the alcove beneath the chinning bar.
Knowing that up here no one could see the goings-on through the window, I fell to my knees to resume my doggie role, aware that no matter how much noise me or my tormentors might make, the room's location on the outer wall meant it was unlikely to be heard by the neighbours.
"Out the way!" Ram demanded, more irritated than pleased by my show of submission, after spotting my workout mat propped up at the back of the alcove. While I cowered by the door, he laid it down in the centre of the room then returned to yank me up by the collar and raise my arms above my head. When my hands reached the chinning bar, he moulded my fingers around it.
"Now you get to be my monkey!" he joked, stepping back to join his mate.
"Come on then! Let's see yer swing!" he added, when I was slow to grasp what he was after.
Although I rarely used the chinning bar in my regular workouts, choosing to strengthen my biceps in other ways, I grabbed tight hold of it with my palms facing me and slowly lifted my body up from the floor, then raised my knees and commenced swinging backwards and forwards and from side-to-side in as close to monkey fashion as I could manage.
"Make ape sounds an'all!" his mate added, taking more pictures as I obediently uttered a chorus of "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" sounds as I swung.
After bursting into fits of laughter, one or other of them stepped forward and began slapping my genitals around to add to my humiliation. Although I managed to sustain this for a couple of minutes or more, when they moved on to tickling me beneath my arms my aching limbs could take the strain no more and my grip on the bar finally faulted.
"I'd say 'e's more of a worm than a monkey," Ram's mate exclaimed excitedly when I landed on the floor on my ass.
Getting off on the rough-housing and clearly wanting to take it further, the pair forced me to lie face-down and demanded I wriggle my way across the room to the exercise mat.
"Now start humping the floor!" he demanded gleefully once I was positioned to their liking.
As I resumed doing what I had been doing voluntarily on their arrival, the pair proceeded to show their contempt for me by wiping the soles of their street-soiled footwear on the pallid skin of my rarely exposed torso. "You dirty little worm!" Ram's excited companion exclaimed, as he imprinted the tread of one of his trainers into softness my rump and then twisted his foot from side to side to abrade the skin.
"Carry on humping!" Ram called out when I began to moan in response, silencing my protests by repositioning his feet at each side of my head and pressing my face down to the tops of his trainers in turn.
"Lick 'em!" he demanded, while his mischievous mate continued to trample and scuff my tender-most flesh and squash my cock hard up against the floor beneath my belly.
Inexplicably finding myself turned on by the extremity of the humiliation I was being subjected to, regardless of the damage being inflicted on me, I obediently lathered the scuffed rims and sucked on the laces of my master's trainers, grateful for being permitted to thrust my hard cock up against the mat as I did so.
But not for long, as the pair soon opted to flip me over onto my back to expose and gloat over the aroused state of my cock, after which one of them stepped up to crush both my cock and balls beneath the sole of their shoe and grind them into my belly.
"Get me those wrist and ankle cuffs from his bag," Ram demanded when I curled up like a wounded worm and instinctively attempted to prevent their feet compressing my vital organs.
While his accomplice searched my holdall for the cuffs, the lad yanked me up from the floor by the collar and escorted me back to the alcove with my still-erect cock swinging freely between my legs drooling pre-cum. As he repositioned me beneath the chinning bar, a mighty clatter came from the other end of the room, after his mate lost patience and emptied my bag's entire contents out onto the floor.
"Before yer put the cuffs on 'im, let's 'ave him try on some of the other kinky stuff a found in his bag!" he chirped up with a snigger, as he sifted through the various items it had contained in search of what he was after, "This pair of knickers, for instance!"
"Yeh, let's have him wear those first!" Ram replied enthusiastically, "Is there a bra in there as well, by any chance?"
"I'll check!" his mate replied with a giggle, trawling through the heap to check if there was something equally feminine for me to wear to accompany them. I knew there wasn't, as I considered having a sub wear knickers to be humiliation enough, and hadn't been inclined to fork out the extra money to buy a bra to accompany them. While he searched in vain, Ram had me step into the knickers one foot at a time and then gleefully hoisted them upwards so forcefully that their rear immediately disappeared into my crack and rubbed up against my shaved anus, whilst at the front, their fabric refused to stretch sufficiently to contain the whole of my engorged cock, leaving its head protruding above their taut elasticated waistband betraying the excitement I felt being forced to wear them.
"Lovely!" the lad sniggered, opting to remove the dog collar for aesthetic reasons, "Now let's have a few nice girlie poses!"
Whilst Ram stood back to take a series of pictures, I followed his instructions to display myself, front and back and wiggle my ass as I slowly lowered the knickers an inch at a time until I was rendered fully naked once more.
Meanwhile, his accomplice had spotted some equally skimpy apparel for me to be photographed wearing. As though dressing up a doll, my two tormentors then had a ball having me model the other demeaning outfits I'd accumulated over the years for subs to wear.
This included a tight-fitting pair of black leather shorts, a black leather jockstrap, and a triangular black leather posing pouch, that barely covered my balls, let alone my cock, and none of my behind. This was held in place by a thin leather cord threaded through the metal eyelets at each of its corners, knotted together at the rear so that it could be undone with a single pull. This was my garment of choice when exhibiting a sub in a leather bar, as the sexual tension created by him knowing he could be rendered completely naked at any moment gave me an additional hold over him which would have been lost if I'd made him strip fully naked from the start.
After I'd been pictured wearing each of these scanty coverings, Ram returned to kitting me out in bondage gear, adding the wrist and ankle cuffs to the ends of my limbs and attaching a thicker slave collar, with three metal rings attached to it, around my neck. He then proceeded to immobilise me by attaching my legs to the skirting and my arms and neck to the chinning bar.
Once he had me trussed-up, he stood with his head opposite my own and whilst exhaling heavily in my face, ran his hands proprietorially over my tethered body, just as he had when we had first met, but this time knowing that whatever he chose to do to me, I would be unable to resist.
Whilst I quivered with excitement at my total vulnerability, the lad gently ran his fingers over the softness of my pale skinned torso, then playfully teased my nipples to make them stand out more prominently, before taking them into his mouth in turn and driving me crazy by alternately sucking and biting their tips until I began to squirm. At the same time, he cupped my balls in the palm of one hand and as he tightened his grip around them began tugging on my rapidly hardening shaft. Then to my surprise, he abandoned my tits to place his mouth over my own and after inserting his tongue into my mouth, sucked out my own to award me a long and very passionate kiss.
"Sorry to disturb you two love birds," his mate interrupted when Ram finally paused to take a breath, "but there's still loads more tackle 'ere to try out on 'im!"
"These mebbie?" he added, when Ram backed away from me to give him his attention, presumably holding up some of the items he had selected from the floor for his approval.
"Okay..." Ram conceded, "But best shove the gag in his gob first!"
Moments later, his mate stepped forward to pinch my nose between his fingertips until I opened my mouth, after which he thrust my cock-shaped rubber gag into the void and set about buckling it in place!
"That'll keep 'im quiet!" he gloated afterwards, as he then proceeded to attach the nipple-clamps he had discovered amongst the clutter to each of my tits.
Whilst I emitted a series of guttural grunts in response to the pain now emanating from my chest, he slowly tightened their screws until they gripped sufficiently tightly to hold firm when he tugged down on the chain connecting them.
"There yer go!" he remarked with satisfaction, once they were in place, awarding my defenceless, but still hard cock, a series of contemptuous slaps.
Not to be outdone by his mate, I heard Ram retrieve an item of his own from the heap scattered across the floor, after which he pushed his way past me into the alcove. There, he crouched down behind me and moments later I felt his lubed-up fingers being slid in and out of my ass until he had succeeded in sinking two of them inside me as far as the knuckle. After which, he began prising what I recognised as the tip of one of my cone-shaped rubber butt-plugs into my hole!
Although it turned out he hadn't selected the biggest of them, I still experienced the most agonising pain as the plug stretched my hole way beyond its previous limits. Thankfully, the discomfort faded rapidly once the plug had passed beyond its widest point and my sphincter muscles contracted behind it to hold it securely in place.
As though in a game of one-upmanship, once my ass was plugged, his accomplice returned with another item from the floor, this time a length of soft nylon rope which he commenced looping around the base of my swollen shaft and scrotum. After yanking my foreskin down to its fullest extent, he used his nimble fingers to separate my balls and tighten the rope between them so they were transformed into two balloons of taut flesh, then finished off by coiling the remaining rope neatly around my shaft, until it nestled beneath its exposed helmet.
Whilst I struggled to accustom myself to having a solid block of rubber wedged inside my fundament and another filling my mouth, the pair stood back to take more pictures and root through the remainder of my collection of sexual paraphernalia to decide what to use next.
Unable to open my eyes, I could only imagine what I must look like - naked but for cuffs and a collar, my limbs spread-eagled, my mouth gagged and my ass plugged, the reddened tips of my tits caught between the clamps, my bloated genitals and the exposed helmet of my swollen cock equally inflamed and bound so tightly with rope that it would remain hard whatever further torments the pair chose to inflict on me.
I recognised their next choice when I felt the flat leather tip of my riding crop being used from a distance to slap my trussed-up cockhead and balls and disturb the chain dangling down from my tits. As I writhed and pulled against my bonds, the weight and frequency of the taps was gradually ratcheted up until I was performing an ungainly dance as I sought, in vain, to protect my most sensitive organs from the blows.
"Hope you're enjoying yourself, now you've got what you've been angling for, slave boy!" Ram whispered in my ear when, to my surprise, a few minutes later he began to untether me.
In the background, I heard his mate cursing as he repositioned my gym equipment to suit their purpose, after which I was led by Ram to the centre of the room with my eyes still closed and required to kneel on all fours on the cushioned top of my workout bench. The two of them then reattached my wrist cuffs to the stanchions at either side and the ankle cuffs to the legs at its rear - leaving my ass exposed at a convenient height to hit.
After checking out my backside, Ram must have decided the butt-plug would get in the way as he caught me unawares by yanking it out all in one go, as though removing a sticking plaster from a wound.
"I've always fancied doing this!" Ram revealed to his accomplice as the rubber plug bounced around a couple of times before settling on the floor.
I next heard a swishing sound tearing through the air above my head and realised he was about to try out an instrument of punishment that had been tried and tested on the asses of naughty schoolboys for centuries and still continues to be used to maintain discipline in the less enlightened educations systems of the world to this very day.
"This has also been long overdue!" Ram declared, in the manner of a disapproving school master as I heard him test out the cane on the palm of his left hand to assess how painful it would be.
Meanwhile, his mate positioned himself at my other end and re-attached the leash to my collar so he could hold me in position whilst my punishment was being administered, but left the cock-gag in place to prevent me from crying out.
"Count 'em out for him!" he added to his mate, as I uttered a guttural moan in response to the first blow and bit hard into the gag to prepare myself to take however many more of them he chose to impose on me.
"One!" his accomplice called out gleefully, tightening his grip on my collar, quickly followed by "Two...three... four..." as Ram got into his stride, during which I learnt that even hit lightly, the slenderness of the cane delivered a blow far more stinging and painful than the flat of any hand or even a paddle.
While his mate chuckled and Ram gradually increased the weight of his blows, the chain connecting the nipple- clamps swung around wildly, increasing my discomfort further, so that despite the rope wrapped tightly around my genitals, my erection rapidly began to subside.
"Ten, eleven, twelve!" his mate announced, after which Ram paused to inspect the state of my ass. "Yer should aim for't same spot every time," his mate advised, "That'll mek im wriggle!"
"I think I prefer his ass striped!" Ram quipped as he fondled the curve of my buttocks to feel their heat before resuming where he'd left off.
With my neck held secure by his pal and my limbs firmly attached to the bench, as my punishment resumed, I was left with little alternative but to seek to combat my growing agony with my mind. Telling myself I should try to embrace the pain, that I deserved it, that it would provide my handsome Indian master with pleasure and make him want to see me again...
However, it was a big ask, and as my suffering increased, I could not prevent myself from worrying about the risk of the lad inflicting permanent damage on the body I had spent so much time and effort maintaining in order to please him. Only to then become turned-on again by the thought of Ram branding me as a slave by giving me a perpetually reddened ass, distended tits and a cored-out hole and the indignity of having my own collection of leather gear used to bring my degradation about.
As the whacks continued to bite deep into my tender flesh, I resorted to fast-forwarding my thoughts to when my punishment was over and imagined myself wanking-off over the pics the pair had taken of me, in the same way I did over the pics and videos I had taken of the submissive young guys I had dominated in the past. Only this time round with the added twist, that my master possessing such images of me would strengthen his hold over me for years to come.
To be continued...
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