Lust at First Sight

11. On Display

“Take off your shorts and hand ‘em over to me!” Leo demanded as I continued servicing Nilan’s dick. 

Given this was something I’d considered doing myself barely seconds earlier, I eagerly did as I was directed and, with my lips still wrapped around my boyfriend’s shaft, wrenched them down to my ankles, only to get them snagged around my footwear.

 “Hurry up!” Leo demanded, thinking I was reluctant to comply, glancing below the table to find out what I was up to, just as I managed to free them from my left ankle.

“May as well take the trainers off while you’re at it - as they’re giving you so much trouble!” he added dryly, as I meekly held my beer-soaked shorts up for him to dispose of.

“An yer socks!” chimed in Nilan loudly, eager to join in the fun, alerting the guys on the neighbouring table that in the darkness beneath the table my public humiliation was being upped a notch further.

Thrilled by the thought of rendering myself totally naked in such a busy public place but reassured by the more discrete location, I hurried to comply with my two masters’ wishes, persuading myself that if my transgressions were spotted by the management my companions would be obliged to shoulder at least some of the blame.

Meanwhile, above me, my two tormentors playfully laid out my entire wardrobe on top of the table beside their drinks, making it obvious to onlookers who were in the know, that beneath its surface the pale-skinned muscle guy who had just paraded himself around the bar wearing little more than a pair of tight-fitting shorts was now busy sucking their dicks, stripped completely bare.

As my companions proceeded to empty their glasses, whatever inhibitions they’d possessed at the start of the evening disappeared as rapidly as their beer. I guess the pleasurable feelings I’d generated through the mix of sucking, wanking and ball-licking that I’d lavished on my handsome masters’ genitals, also played some part in what happened next…

“Out yer come!”  Leo demanded once he’d taken his turn at getting sucked, dragging the chair he’d been sitting on away from the table to leave me with nowhere to hide.

With a giggle, Nilan quickly followed suit and when I was reluctant to emerge, the pair reached into the darkness through the gap they had created until they had each located one of my wrists. After which, I was abruptly unearthed from my snug burrow and dragged blinking into the light like a snared rabbit.

With my arms held away from my torso, I soon found myself exhibited fully naked in the centre of a ring of half a dozen or more leering gay guys, with my cock not only bouncing around fully hard, but my freshly denuded crotch also exposed for all to see.

Uncannily, at this precise moment, the familiar strains of “The Stripper” struck up in the background to indicate the cabaret was about to commence on the stage indoors. However, the members of the group now watching our antics, showed no sign of abandoning their seats to watch the show, judging that a close-up view of what we were up to was likely to be far raunchier than the scheduled erotic entertainment on offer inside the packed-out bar, with the added possibility that they might also get the chance to join in!

“Put yer hands on yer head!” demanded Leo, releasing his grip on my wrist and encouraging Nilan to do the same.

After glancing around to take in my surroundings, I shamefacedly wiped the remnants of his, and my boyfriend’s, juices from around my mouth before obediently placing my palms on top of my head. Then, acutely aware that both my face and body were now fully revealed to the onlookers I had rowed with earlier, I directed my gaze down to the ground and awaited my masters’ next instructions.

After tugging down my foreskin and giving my pre-cum smeared cock a series of tugs, Leo left me to stew displaying my all, while he set about collapsing the sun umbrella with Nilan’s help and removing it from the centre of the table to let in more light and make room for whatever the pair had in store for me next.

Aroused by my submissive pose and presented with the opportunity to obtain swift revenge for my earlier rebuff, the moment the pair’s backs were turned, multiple hands reached out to fondle me. Although turned on by simultaneously having my butt pinched, my ass-hole fingered, my tits tweaked and my dick yanked up and down by a bunch of horny strangers, I might well have stepped out of role to fend off my horny admirers, had Leo not done so on my behalf.

“No touching!” he barked out, aware of my earlier anxieties about things getting out of hand and repositioning himself so he was better able to ward-off any further advances from those standing nearest. “At least not ‘til we’re done with him!” he then added with a wink and a grin, sending my cock pulsing upwards once again, thrilled by the prospect of being at the centre of a sexual free-for-all before the night was over.

“Don’t worry, he’s loving every minute of this!” Leo assured Nilan, encouraging my boyfriend to position himself behind me to guard my rear, where he proceeded to get out his erect dick and slide it in between my thighs, then tweak my nipples the way he knew I liked it, in an erotic little dance.

Meanwhile, at my front, Leo proceeded to make fun of my heightened state of excitement by slapping my shaft repeatedly from side to side and then watching it bounce back each time, harder than ever.

At this juncture, there was a stir at the rear of the crowd due to the guy collecting used glasses and empty bottles entering the beer garden to clear the tables while the cabaret went on inside. As he had not yet spotted me, I was tempted to take my hands from my head and take shelter beneath the table.

However, to my surprise, rather than bring their unauthorised entertainment to a premature end, the group who had been sitting at the next table to us and subsequently watching our antics at close quarters, opted not to abandon us but conspire to hide our raunchy goings on from the bar staff by clearing their tables and stacking the empty containers on a vacant shelf beside the entrance door.

Catching on to what they were doing, Nilan broke off from molesting me to hand over the pairs’ own empty beer glasses to them to indicate his approval.

With the crisis over, at least temporarily, and the table cleared of encumbrances, Leo decided to reward them for their complicity by leading me back to it by the ear and having me drape myself over it so he could repeat, in front of a wider audience, the punishment he had first imposed on me in the subterranean privacy of his gym.

“Take off your belt!” he demanded of Nilan, who excitedly extracted it from the hooks in his pants with a big grin on his face and folded it in two, having worked out what was likely coming next.

While Leo forced my torso down flat onto the table’s surface and held it there, for the first time in his life, the good-natured Indian raised his belt in the air and landed a stinging blow on his nearest and dearest’s already glowing buttocks.

“One!” called out Leo after it hit home, swiftly followed by “Two!” and then “Three!” to encourage his protégé to continue, after which the jubilant crowd got the hang of it and did the rest of the counting for him.

“Not bad!” Leo commented, intervening to examine the state of my arse after the count reached twenty. “But you need to do it a lot harder than that, to show him who’s boss!” he added, taking the belt from my boyfriend’s hand and demonstrating what he meant with a couple of turbo-charged whacks on my behind, before handing it back to him.

“That’ better!” he then commended, as Nilan followed his example and brought the belt down so forcefully on my defenceless backside that I emitted an involuntary whimper after every blow! I guess he was beginning to appreciate the sadistic satisfaction to be had from not merely having his boyfriend suck his dick in public, but also uncomplainingly accept his right to punish him too!

But Leo had no intention of limiting my public humiliation to this, as when the count from the watching crowd reached an eye-watering fifty, he intervened again to examine the welts that had now appeared on my buttocks and propose something yet more demeaning!

“Now you’re going to say thank you to your master!” Leo insisted, hoisting my head up from the table by the ear and thrusting it down to the ground until I was on my knees at Nilan’s feet.

“Kiss ‘em!” Leo demanded pressing my face down to meet the tops of his footwear.

“Thank you, Master!” I repeated in between kisses, genuinely grateful that my excruciatingly painful punishment had finally been brought to an end.

As I continued to exhibit my reddened backside to all and sundry, Leo had a word in Nilan’s ear and the next thing I knew my head was dragged up from his feet and my boyfriend was perched bare-assed on the table with his thighs wide apart and his dick fully erect ready for me to suck once more.

Leo, meanwhile, repositioned himself at my other end and, eager to reach his climax before the distraction provided by the cabaret ended, opened up his pants to extract his own dick from his pants, and cloak it with a condom.

With the crowd drawing in closer around us, he roughly kicked my legs wider apart so he could enter me more easily and, aided by a couple of gobs of spit, thrust his rigid shaft between the lips of my expectant hole and proceeded to fuck me at a breakneck pace whilst the spectators urged him on!

With my gym instructor’s athletic lunges upping the depth and pace of my face fucking, Nilan soon gasped out, “I’m going to cum!”

Moments later, I felt my boyfriend’s cock erupt inside my mouth and plumes of his semen cascade down my throat, whilst at my other end, Leo’s thrusts suddenly began to slow as he too reached his climax and emitted an uninhibited cry of satisfaction as he pumped spurt after spurt of his cum into the condom buried inside me.

However, the bonhomie resulting from the pair’s simultaneous achievement of orgasm didn’t last long!

“Put your hands back on yer head!” Leo commanded, when I made a bid to retrieve my shorts from the table after he’d withdrawn his dick from my arse, “We’re not done yet!”

I dropped the shorts as if they were radioactive and returned my palms to my head, eager to confirm my continued obedience and discover what humiliation awaited me next.

“Yer wanna cum before we go? Don’t yer?” Leo asked rhetorically.

I nodded my head by way of reply! There was nothing I wanted more!

“In that case, get down on the ground, on yer back and start wanking!” he demanded of me.

As I crouched down and lay my naked body down on the beer-soaked paving at the feet of the crowd encircling us, I witnessed Leo remove the sagging rubber from his spent dick pick and wipe himself down with my vest, only to then return to the table to dribble the used condom’s contents over my shorts.

“Don’t bother pulling up yer pants!” he added to Nilan, who’d been giggling at his actions, “I want these guys to see Phil kiss your ass before we leave!”

Whilst I began tugging on my manhood, after more drunken giggles, my inebriated Indian boyfriend slid his jeans down to his ankles and stepped out of them, then squatted down to position his beautiful brown butt directly above my face.

So turned on was I by the humiliating scenario I found myself in, that I didn’t stop at covering my lover’s ass with kisses but, while the crowd sniggered at my debasement, parted Nilan’s buttocks with the fingers of my free hand and ran my tongue along the entire length of his crack. Then, determined to reach orgasm while I had the chance, I voluntarily upped my humiliation a notch further by sinking its tip deep inside his hole.

Not to the taste of everyone watching, some of the spectators walked away in disgust at my latest act of submission, but the majority only drew closer still and more than a couple extracted their dicks from their pants in order to wank-off in tandem with me.

It didn’t come much more humiliating than this, I reflected to myself, “Stripped completely naked by my buddies in a crowded gay bar on a Saturday night, made to suck both of their dicks, publicly spanked with a belt, then spit-roasted between the pair of them. Only to then be subjected to the further indignity of having to wank myself off whilst I licked out my boyfriend’s arse in front of a jeering crowd!

Needless to say, this fulfilment of my long-held submission fantasies only succeeded in accelerating my path toward orgasm and, despite the belting my ass had received earlier, catapulted me toward the most tumultuous climax.

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Only when Nilan got to his feet, did I realise that the crowd surrounding us was now four men deep, with some even standing on top of chairs to catch a glimpse of the raunchy action taking place on ground below them. Thankfully, I didn’t recognise any of their faces.

“We’re off now, Phil!” Leo called out loudly, once Nilan had finished fastening up his pants, seemingly determined to heighten my paranoia yet further, after which the leather-clad duo waded through the crowd toward the exit door.

“Wait for yer outside!” my boyfriend added meekly, as they disappeared from sight.

Cutting short my post-coital bliss, I glanced across at the table with the intension of donning my clothes, however soiled they might be, only to find its surface completely bare!

Naked and alone, surrounded by a circle of leering faces, many of whom were now reaching out to molest me once again, I opted not to tarry a second longer and attempted to force my way through them in Nilan’s wake. But when I came to the entrance door, I found myself unable to reverse the in-coming tide of bodies following the end of the cabaret.

Clearly having been disappointed by the sub-par stripper, and frustrated by my earlier coyness, now that I was fully naked and not accompanied by my two leather-clad minders, the guys I had rebuffed in the bar earlier were slow to give way and even when I thought I’d escaped their clutches, began landing yet more slaps on my raw backside as I attempted to push past them!

Even after I had managed to escape the beer garden, I faced a chorus of catcalls and raucous jeers from the remnants of the strip-show audience as I streaked through the bar, delighted to receive an unexpected bonus after the scheduled display of male nudity had ended.

Despite this, I finally managed to make my way to the exit, only to recognise my former boyfriend standing outside on the pavement smoking.  In panic, I quickly turned my face away from him and headed off into the darkness to put as much distance between us as I could.

Fortunately, I spotted my two drunken companions at the end of the street laughing hysterically whilst waving my vest and shorts in the air like trophies to gain my attention.

 “Phil????” I heard a voice call out after me.

But I didn’t turn back to confirm or deny my identity, having long since moved on to explore the far more alluring world of sexual dominance and submission and begun a romance with a far more loving and imaginative partner.

Instead, I upped the pace of my barefooted jog across the tarmac, hoping that my lithe, muscular body would convince him that there was no way in the world the totally naked white guy with the reddened backside, could possibly be his ex!

“Nah! Can’t have been him!” I heard him confirm, stubbing out his fag and returning to the bar to drown his sorrows.

Leaving me to follow my dreams and pursue into the night the handsome-faced, dark-skinned guys, who set my heart aflame, now mischievously making off with my clothes.

END