Date: Sat, 9 May 2020 12:26:57 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Barney's Isle of Dogs - Part 20 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... 20. Jeff Striker Although Ian passed the test of his humility with flying colours, the security guard decided to relocate somewhere more private before bringing their encounter to a climax. Tucking away his dick and hitching up his pants, he opted to speed up progress by hoisting the crouching Brit up from the floor, but continued to lead him through the corridors tethered by the collar and leash that the mischievous barman had loaned him. However, in his haste, he had left Ian's bag of clothes propped up against the parapet, causing his otherwise docile pooch to pull back on his lead to draw the oversight to his attention. After almost choking his slave by continuing to yank him forward by his collar, the African eventually noticed his error and returned to retrieve the bag only to demand Ian open up his mouth so he could thrust its two plastic handles between his teeth! After all, what was the point of having a dog and barking yourself? As Ian strained to take the not-insignificant weight of his clothes and trainers between his jaws, his master only added to his humiliation by shifting his hands onto the top of his head. He then stood back to grin at the Brit displaying himself, no longer able to hide the bites on his shoulders and neck, the redness of his nipples and cock, nor the excitement his debasement continued to generate. After awarding Ian's stiff cock a playful slap, the security guard turned to parade him barefoot down three flights of stairs and along a seemingly endless corridor until they finally arrived at his office, which was located close by the toilets, nearby the entrance where the taxi driver had deposited him a couple of hours earlier. As they entered the dimly-lit room the first thing Ian noticed was the glow of a TV screen that kept switching between different security cams to alert the night-watchman if anything was amiss in the shopping centre's main thoroughfares. A distinctly masculine smell of sale sweat, semen, coffee and stale tobacco smoke greeted them as he opened the door of a modestly sized room which had only a single horizontal window located high on the wall to provide both light and ventilation. Recognising it as the smell of sex, Ian guessed jerking off was one of the ways the centre security guard whiled away his time in the empty hours between his rounds and scanning the TV screen to see if any robbery or vandalism was taking place or any trouble brewing between its late night revellers. When he also noticed the tang of bleach and damp mops emanating from the office's rear, he deduced it was also used as a storage facility by the cleaning staff. "Now we fuck!" the African announced with a grin, closing the door behind them without bothering to switch on the overhead light. After sitting in his swivel chair, he motioned Ian to kneel down before him, quickly removed the carrier bag from between his teeth, and directed his head back to his groin. Ian hastily limbered up for the task ahead by rotating the muscles of his jaw to relax them, then unfastened the night-watchman's belt and opened up the front of his pants once more. As he wrapped his lips around his dick and set about coaxing it back to the size it had been five minutes earlier, his master tipped the contents of his bag out onto the floor and checked out each item in turn as though conducting a search for stolen goods after confiscating the luggage of a suspected shop-lifter. Maybe the security guard fucked guys in here regularly, Ian speculated, maybe he coerced the ones he fancied that he'd caught committing some offence on cam into sucking his dick before he let them go... The thought only served to increase his excitement as he continued to drool over the African's fast- swelling shaft and lick the sweat from his large black balls, while above him he emptied the contents of his jeans' pockets onto his desk. "Do not worry, I always safe!" the African assured him when he spotted the condoms and lube, opening up the bottom drawer of his desk to reveal it was filled with a multiplicity of similar packs, along with a flattened roll of toilet paper and a stack of thumbed porn mags, the uppermost one of which appeared to be straight. But when he extracted the drawer fully, he revealed that concealed at its very back was a brightly coloured, cellophane-fronted cardboard box with the name "Jeff Striker" emblazoned on it, inside of which was displayed an extremely large, pink, solid-rubber dildo. Whilst Ian watched, the African withdrew it from its battered packaging and grinned at him as he set about coating it with lube. Given the barman's abortive attempt to fist him, Ian wondered if he had tipped him off that he had a tight arse and advised him to open him up further using the dildo before attempting to fuck him... Once he was done greasing up the shaft of the sex aid, the African set it down on the top of his desk at the ready and rose from the chair, parting his cock from Ian's lips so he could thrust his uniform pants downwards. "Take off my boots!" he demanded, seeking Ian's assistance to free up his lower body so they could fuck unencumbered. Ian jumped to the task with enthusiasm and after removing his military-style boots, helped him step out of both his uniform pants and his tattered underwear to reveal a pair of wide brown thighs worthy of a rugby star. Despite not being asked to do so, Ian couldn't resist parting his master from his socks as well, so he could inhale more of his bodily odours while he unbuttoned his epilated, security guard's, shirt and shucked it off over his broad shoulders. Although he may have been a little chubby around the waist, the night-watchman clearly worked out regularly, as his whole body was otherwise rock solid and bulging with muscle. Even though Ian's instinct was to throw himself at his feet and slowly lick his way upwards, he held himself in check and continued to follow his directions - even when he handed him the opened lube pack, lowered the backrest of the chair and calmly lay down on it with his feet in the air and his thighs spread wide apart! Although Ian was completely taken by surprise by this unexpected act of submission, he obediently coated his fingers with the lube that remained in the open sachet and slid them in and out of the African's hole, rather than his own, to prepare it for the entry of Jeff's pride and joy! Fascinated and excited not just by the sight of the hulking Black guy's upturned ass but by being awarded his permission to penetrate him, Ian was soon sliding all four of his fingers inside him while his master sighed and groaned his approval! Only when he nodded his head in the direction of the slicked-up dildo, did Ian withdraw his fingers from his ass and pick up its flexing length from the desktop. After carefully aligning its bulbous tip with its target, he gradually eased its head and shaft between the glistening lips of his master's anus. As the African let out a series of moans and gasps of encouragement, he continued prising it deeper inside him until the replica of Jeff's manhood was embedded all the way to the hilt. It seemed the night-watchman didn't fill his solitary hours on night duty merely with jerking off, Ian reflected with a chuckle! Once it filled him completely, the African let out a final sigh of contentment and slowly lowered his legs to the floor to reveal that his cock remained as hard as ever! "Suck it!" he gasped through parted lips, holding up the thick shaft of his dick for Ian to wrap his mouth around, as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred in the course of the last few minutes. Given it was the ebony twin of the pink rubber one now filling his insides, Ian had no qualms doing so, but now the whole of the African's body was displayed naked before him, this time, in return for his unquestioning obedience, he took the liberty of fondling his exposed limbs and torso as he did so. With Jeff's cock embedded up his ass, the euphoric security guard seemed more than happy to lie back passively and let Ian fondle and caress his body as he wished. 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. (Links listed on the Announcements page of Nifty or simply search for Barney Bumpkin on Amazon). Or check out my other writing posted on Nifty for free which includes the full-length erotic novel "Teacher Training". 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