Date: Tue, 7 Apr 2020 08:17:28 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Isle of Dogs - Part 16 Disclaimer: This story is intended for adults interested in homosexual erotica. If that is not something that you wish to read then go no further. All characters and situations are fictional though hopefully plausible and grounded in reality. The work published here is all my own with all rights reserved. The author is based in the UK so the diction reflects this but my stories involve characters of different ethnicities and many are set in locations outside the UK. My thanks go to Nifty for all the pleasure the Archive has given me over the years and for the opportunity to bring my writing efforts to the attention of those who share my particular erotic interests. Readers are encouraged to make a donation to keep the archive going for many more years. As always, feedback both critical and complimentary is welcome via e-mail to: barneybumpkin@gmail.com. Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy 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... 16. Enrique With his heart beating rapidly, Ian crouched down beneath the partly closed shutter and scampered into the darkness, quickly followed by the barman, who after hurriedly locking the gate, eased it down noiselessly from the inside until it reached the floor. They remained in the open doorway for a few minutes holding their breath and listened to the sound of guys protesting outside in a number of different languages as they were herded along the corridor by the police. As an eerie silence gradually engulfed the building it became clear their presence had not been spotted. At this point, Enrique closed the door and disappeared into the gloom to turn on the lights. Once he found the switch, the bar reluctantly re-emerged from the darkness. "Want more to drink?" Enrique asked him, taking up his usual position behind the bar. Ian took a few steps toward him across the wooden floor then halted as the rubber soles of his new trainers squeaked loudly against the varnished surface, now far more noticeable in the absence of any music to disguise it. "No thanks," Ian replied treading more carefully, deciding he'd had more than enough to drink for one night, "but I could do with using the loo." Recognising the familiar word, the barman pointed him in the direction of a sign reading "Los Aseos" above a doorway at the rear of the premises and opened up a bottle of beer from beneath the counter to add to the one he had downed at the disco. As Ian slowly padded across the room, his host slumped down on a chair, put his feet up on one of the barrels that served as tables and settled down to ogle a porn mag while he awaited his captive's return. With his shift finally over, at long last it was his turn to relax and have some fun! In the single toilet stall that the club offered its customers, Ian took another piss, after which he did his best to eliminate the smell of John's ass from his fingertips and the remnants of his saliva from his dick. When he reappeared, Enrique threw down his mag and indicated he needed to use the toilet too, leaving Ian to wander around the empty bar and contemplate what might lie in store for him. Catching sight of himself in the mirrored wall, he tucked in his shirt and smoothed down his hair. Fortunately, the lighting was sufficiently dim to hide his bloodshot eyes and although he was feeling a little worse for wear for his long night out, the week's rest and sunshine still provided him with a healthy glow. With any luck, the low lighting would also prevent the Spaniard from noticing his behind was still raw as a result of his sexual encounters in the shopping mall and amidst the dunes earlier in the week. "What we do now?" Enrique asked with a chuckle when he returned. When Ian grinned in response, the horny barman didn't wait for an answer; he just grasped his head firmly between his hands, pressed his lips over his own and inserted his tongue deep into his mouth. He tasted wonderful - spearmint mingled with the scent of tobacco - but it was what he did with his lips and tongue that made Ian go weak at the knees. Unlike John, here was a gay guy who knew exactly what he was about! Bowled over by his passion, Ian steadied himself by resting his hands on his admirer's slender waist as he proceeded to draw his tongue from him and commenced sucking on it with such enthusiasm that he almost wrenched it from his throat. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Enrique had spent yet another mid-week evening waiting around hour after hour marooned behind the bar being polite to the trickle of disappointed customers who stayed for a single drink, unsuccessfully cruised the half dozen guys hanging around at any one time and left in pursuit of sex and entertainment elsewhere. As usual, several of the older punters had attempted to chat him up over the course of the evening, many in languages he didn't understand, but none of them had had the stamina to hang around the bar until it closed at 3am. He was encouraged to flirt with customers by his employer to get the punters to stay and buy more drinks. He'd also been given a dress-code that required him to wear nothing more than a tight- fitting vest and pants for his duties and sometimes considerably less! But he realised he'd been hired above more experienced competitors for the job due largely to his good looks and, as he needed the money, he went along with whatever the owner wanted. When Ian had arrived shortly before the bar was about to close, Enrique thought he had struck lucky, as the late arrival was very much to his taste and he wouldn't have the burden of having to make polite conversation to him in a foreign language for hours before he could get on with fucking him! A full-blooded macho male, the barman liked his sex rough and there was nothing he liked better than having a pallid-skinned sub from Northern Europe completely at his mercy - especially one as trusting and co-operative as Ian appeared to be. As far as Enrique was concerned, it was one of the perks of his lowly paid job, not only to help himself to free drinks once his working hours were over but also make use of the bar's facilities to entertain the guys he fancied. This was a much better option, in his book, than the far trickier ones of taking a punter back to his parents' house or going back to his holiday accommodation for sex, which was often located some distance away and shared with others. So, as long as the bar's owner didn't find out, having sex in the bar was far more preferable! During the weeks he had worked here, he had hidden away a stash of fetish and bondage gear in his locker in the stock room and, before cleaning the place (another of his daily duties) he had covertly replaced a couple of the picture hooks holding up raunchy posters to the wall with ones capable of taking a man's weight, then sunk a matching pair of rings into the skirting beneath them. Though not soundproof, late at night the bar also had the advantage over a home setting of no one being around to overhear the sounds of his love making or the cries of pleasure or pain that his came from his victims. "Take off clothes and put on cuffs!" the Spaniard demanded with a grin, taking Ian by surprise by breaking off from kissing him and thrusting four thick leather straps adorned with buckles and rings into Ian's hands. Taking his compliance for granted, the barman then shifted some of the furniture aside and lifted two of the posters down from the wall to reveal the metal fittings he had installed to convert his workplace into a makeshift dungeon. To be continued... If you liked this story, check out my latest Kindle e-book "EXPOSED" on Amazon. You will also find my other two e-books "A Homage to India" and "Finding Friends" listed there if you have not already come across them. 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