Writer's note: This story contains dominance, submission, sadism, spanking, and humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea.
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"You're putting on quite a show over there," called a voice in the darkness. We turned around, startled.
I assumed the beach was more or less empty, save for the lone bartender up near the resort. But it would appear I was so caught up in the little "game" I was putting Prasang through that I failed to notice the arrival of two others.
Two men sat beneath an umbrella twenty feet away from us. Their faces were illuminated by a little portable lantern, probably brought out for them when they rented the beach chairs.
They were older, fifties or sixties. They both wore beards and, like me, were on the beefy side. Also like me, they wore button-down Hawaiian shirts and baggy cargo shorts.
"If the two of you would care for some fresh fruit. A brew or two, you're welcome to it." The guy speaking had a thick Australian accent.
I was not particularly thrilled by the intrusion and told Prasang to wait there a minute and catch his breath.
My twenty-four year old Thai boy was, of course, clothed only in the black leather dog collar and matching cuffs I could use to restrain him, not to mention the wooden clothespins biting into his nipples, belly button, and the loose skin at the bottom of his scrotum.
I invited him to sit in the beach chair, but he visibly flinched at the idea. After the walloping I'd given him with the bug zapper, his juicy, naked buns were probably too sore to sit down on.
I went over to shake hands with the men. They introduced themselves as Martin and Gary. Martin, who had been doing the speaking, reiterated that we were welcome to what they had to offer.
Indeed they had ordered an elaborate fruit plate from the bar, complete with strawberries, kiwis, bananas, slices of durian, and even a shaved pineapple. They were both nursing frosty bottles of Victoria Bitter.
The two men exchanged looks, then Martin spoke up again. "We were rather enjoying the show you were putting on with your young lad, there. He's quite a specimen. Gary was saying as much just now, weren't you, Gary?"
Gary blushed a bit, clearly the shyer of the two. His hair and beard were whiter than Martin's, though his face was slightly more youthful. "That I was...that I was."
"I don't imagine you two trekked all the way to this remote side of Pattaya to be spied on. However, that game you invented looked like a good bit of fun and we couldn't help wondering if you might need a few extra players. We're always up for trying new things, aren't we, Gary?"
"Right you are, mate," Gary echoed. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
I studied them for a moment, the gears turning in my head. I didn't quite know what to make of these two middle-aged tourists whose curiosity was clearly peeked by Prasang and the power I wielded over him.
Then I remembered my own rule of allowing my boy's body to be used and abused by anyone who showed an interest in doing so. Thus far on the trip, a lot of people had.
Sharing him with Chakrii and Gamon back in Bangkok at the clothing store Sexy Guy had been a huge turn on to say the least. They had texted me a few times since we left, hoping I'd swing by with Prasang again soon.
Then, of course, there were the tourists I'd obliged with a photoshoot with my beautiful boy at the Royal Elephant Hotel earlier that day where I forced him to stand naked on the patio.
The young, pudgy gay man had enjoyed spanking Prasang's irresistibly perfect buns and sticking his tongue down his throat. Prasang had then thanked him profusely for using him despite the fact he obviously had not enjoyed it.
But that, of course, was the whole point. Prasang, athletic, straight, Thai god that he was, was being paid handsomely to be used by me and any other man I saw fit.
It was about our pleasure, not his.
How could I deny these two Australian gentlemen the use of my Thai boy when it was, in fact, his job to satisfy their every whim?
I put two fingers to my lips and whistled into the darkness. "Prasang, come! Get your naked, muscular buns over here and meet your new masters!" Martin and Gary looked at each other again, smiles playing upon their faces.
Prasang scrambled into the light of the little portable lantern, not wanting to disappoint me. Completely naked in the presence of these strangers, he instinctively made to cover his groin. Then, remembering that I would certainly punish him if he tried to cover himself in any way, he folded his hands behind his back, presenting his sizable, flaccid cock to the two gentlemen.
He had shot a second load not more than twenty minutes ago. I made him chug down the entirety of his own spooge in a bottle of Singha, plus two other frosty bottles. He was pretty tipsy by now and there was a weave to his walk when he came to us.
"What do you say to your new masters, boy?" I asked with authority.
Prasang kept his eyes to the ground, his handsome face blushing nicely in his nakedness. He was still panting from the exertion of the game I'd been playing with him.
He recited his slave-boy monologue, slowly, sensually, as I had taught him. "Dear masters, you are so sexy and I wanted you the minute I saw you. You make my fat Thai boy cock hard. Harder than any girl or woman ever... (gulp) ever could." He swallowed uncomfortably against the tightness of his collar. "Please, use and enjoy my naked body however you wish. My greatest desire is to bring you pleasure."
He recited this like a champ in near flawless English. Martin and Gary stared at him, speechless. Their eyes grazed his perfect athletic body, cinnamon brown from the day's sun. His skin gleamed with health in the lamp light. Even Martin was lost for words and only nodded.
"As you can see, he's very well trained," I said. "He'll do whatever you ask. Isn't that right, Prasang?"
Prasang swallowed hard again under his collar. "Yes...yes masters. Whatever you ask."
"You said you were interested in joining in our little game, is that correct?"
The two men were still at a loss, but I saw the thrill, the anticipation rising in their faces (and probably their cocks) as they continued to admire my sexy young man.
They were surely beginning to imagine all the wicked and wonderful things they might make him do, knowing he would submit completely to their will.
I ordered Prasang to bring everything over to where Martin and Gary were sitting, including my beach chair so that we could all sit together.
Once I was comfortable, Prasang stood before us, waiting. A subject before three masters on their thrones.
I took up the green and purple tennis ball and set the stopwatch on my phone. "Ready, Prasang...fetch!"
I threw it off to my far right and Prasang tore after it toward the dark ocean.
Sadly for him, he was a bit off his game at this point. He was swerving unsteadily from the cum-laced beer I had forced on him and his legs buckled beneath him twice as they churned the sand. It was also so dark out by now that it would be a challenge for him to even spot the ball out there.
But of course rules were rules.
I held up his time and shook my head. "Twenty-three seconds. Very disappointing, Prasang. You'll have to be punished for that."
I pointed at the bug zapper and he handed it to me. "Assume the position, boy. Grab your ankles. Naked buns in the air and facing me."
He did as I asked. His perfect round ass had already been much abused by the bug zapper. Itchy, dark red welts the size of cherries were forming all over it.
The Buddhist tattoo that covered his back and arms always made it appear he was wearing a sleeve on his upper body. Thus, his luscious, protruding buns looked all the more naked and vulnerable.
I filled Martin and Gary in on the rules of the game and explained that Prasang had failed to retrieve the ball within fifteen seconds.
"Five zaps, Prasang, count these off." His buns were served up to me like fresh sweet rolls. I tapped them with the zapper.
ZAP! "ARRCK, one! Forgive me master!" The electric zaps were so intense that he staggered forward and had to walk it off in a half circle before returning and grabbing his ankles again.
Maybe all that beer was taking effect and making it harder to tolerate the pain. Or maybe it was that there were now welts forming upon welts and the pain was more intense. Either way, after he danced around like that two more times, I had had enough.
"Starting from the beginning, Prasang, and new rule. Every time you leave your position, we start over from the beginning, understood?"
He gasped for breath. I saw the fear growing in his eyes at my displeasure. "Yes, master." He bent down and grabbed his ankles again.
Zap! "UMPH, one! Forgive me, master." ZAP! "ARRMF, two! Forgive me, master." He squeezed his ankles as hard as he could and managed to hold his position, but he cried out more loudly than ever and by the end his buttocks were trembling like jello. I could hear him sniffling.
After distributing five successful shocks, I offered the zapper to Martin and Gary.
Martin was seated to my far right with Gary in the middle. Instead of accepting the bug zapper, he undid his belt buckle and pulled a thick, leather brown belt loose from his cargo shorts.
"This is the way my daddy always taught me a lesson," he said, folding the leather strap and smacking it hard against his palm. "Get that big todger over here, Prasang."
Prasang, still bent over and grabbing his ankles, looked at me, perhaps pleading silently as a tear slid down his nose. I looked at him like he was an idiot. "What are you waiting for? You heard Master Martin. Go and serve him. Now!"
My boy drew in a very deep breath and went to stand by Martin. I had put him through so much that day already, it was clear he was starting to burn out a little.
"Turn around, boy, stick that ruddy ass out! Hands behind your head! Legs spread like a good soldier, now!"
