Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2016 13:42:09 +1300 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapters 17 & 18 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 The work published here is previously unpublished and all my own, with all rights reserved.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. Thanks 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. Feedback is welcome via e-mail at the above address - especially if you liked what I wrote! Please don't contact me with commercial requests or advertising. Hope you enjoy Barney Synopsis Newly qualified teacher, David Smith, moves to London from the provinces to find a job and comes into contact with large numbers of youngsters from the Indian sub-continent for the first time. He finds himself completely entranced by their good looks and is surprised by the adulation his own pale skinned, fair-haired, choirboy appearance generates among many of the Indian youngsters. David knows he is gay, but was fearful of the consequences of coming out whilst pursuing his studies and living at home with his parents, so he remained firmly in the closet. After he has landed himself a permanent job and found himself somewhere to live, the opportunity arises for David to explore his long-suppressed desires through the intervention of Alim, a sexually precocious, street-wise 18 year old Indian lad. Alim and his Indian mates set about providing David with a crash course in gay sex education and soon have him completely in their power. But the problem for David is not just the illegality of being drawn into sex with one of the school's pupils but with the Indian lad's liking for public humiliation - which threatens to bring the teacher's career to an end before it even begins. 18. In the Park "You run while I cycle," Sharif grinned taking charge of the bike as soon as they reached the road. "Off you trot," he directed, giving David a slap on his scantily clad behind before striding over the crossbar and placing his feet on the pedals, "I'll follow!" David set off running, glancing back every now and again to check the youngster was still behind him. He led him past the shopping parade, along a row of terraced houses and then down a narrow alley that led to the park. Thankfully the streets were deserted so there was no one around to notice his balls bouncing around freely and his cock occasionally peeking out of the side of his shorts as he ran. "We'll go once round the park for starters," Sharif barked when David paused at the entrance for instructions. The main path had a cycle lane running alongside it, allowing Sharif to follow a few yards behind as David sprinted off. It was downhill to begin with so easy for the youngster to keep pace whilst also checking out his surroundings. As in the streets outside, so early on a Sunday morning there were few people about and during their first circuit the pair came across only a couple of dog walkers and one other jogger out enjoying the early morning sunshine. They nodded to them politely as they passed and none of them seemed to notice anything amiss. Shortly after they'd lapped their entry point Sharif dismounted and brought David to a halt at the end of a narrow path shaded by trees that led away from the main walkway. "Follow me," he directed, wheeling the bike down the path until they were hidden from sight. "Time for me to take some pictures!" the lad announced with a big grin after propping the bike up against a tree and extracting the teacher's phone from the panier. "Stand over by that tree," he demanded, looking over his shoulder to check that they were far enough from the main drag not to be observed, before pointing the camera lens at David and snapping his first pic. "Now strip!" Sharif was following Alim's lead, David realised, uncertain whether he wanted to possess naked pics of him to wank over, or to provide him with some blackmail material of his own. As he was hardly in any position to argue either way, he glanced around nervously before pulling his running vest off over his head. "Now the shorts!" the lad added the moment the vest was discarded. Although this was the first time he'd ever stripped naked in a public park, compared with the much higher risk of discovery he'd faced when he'd been stripped by the gang on school premises this realised this was quite tame! What was more, he had now discovered that there was something especially exciting about having to strip naked in places where he might be caught at any moment and he was beginning to like it! By the time David's shorts hit his ankles his cock was fully erect yet again! The youngster chuckled as he snapped more pics and then demanded the teacher take off his trainers too. Once he had him completely bare Sharif gathered up all his belongings and deposited them in the panier. Then he rooted around in the bottom of the bag and took out the collar and leash. He strode across to David, fastened the collar around his neck and backed away to take more pictures. "Kneel down... put your paws in the air... stick out your tongue... and pant like a dog!" he directed. David meekly obeyed. "That's a good little doggy!" Sharif chuckled patting the teacher on the head after he had captured a fresh selection of humiliating images. "Time for us to go walkies!" the lad announced, attaching the leash to his collar and pushing David down onto all fours. He gave the leash a yank and dragged the teacher after him as he strode off down the path. Down on the ground the teacher rapidly lost his bearings and started to feel uneasy the further they got from his bike. He was totally at Sharif's mercy and realised were he to abandon him he would be marooned completely naked in a public place. Also what would he do if they were to meet someone coming the other way exercising a real dog? Would it sniff his arse and lick his balls he wondered while its owner and Sharif had a chat about what breed he was and the joys of dog ownership? David's knees, already tender, were soon stained green with grass as he struggled to keep up with the excited youngster. Whenever he paused to avoid the many brambles and nettles that traversed his path the collar would tighten uncomfortably around his neck and the lad would yank on the leash to drag him forwards as though he were a disobedient puppy keeping his master waiting by sniffing the ground for the scent of other dogs. "Piss like a dog!" Sharif demanded after leading him up to a tree beside the path. The teacher attempted to comply and raised his right knee but unlike that of a dog his urine poured vertically downwards instead of against the tree trunk and formed a little puddle beneath him. The lad took pictures. Then before the piss had time to drain away mischievously pushed the teacher's nose down into it. Pleased by his own inventiveness and clearly excited that he'd been able to get away with it without a single challenge from the teacher, Sharif led David into a sunlit clearing where he had him roll around on his back with his "paws" in the air so he could take more pics. In between shots he rubbed the teacher's tummy, slapped his cock around and gave his balls a playful squeeze until he wriggled and squirmed. "Get yourself hard!" the lad demanded once he'd tired of tormenting him circling round him taking pics. Now beyond caring about whether they were discovered or not, or whether his clothes or the bike would still be around when they returned to look for them, David happily complied. His world began and ended at the high grass surrounding him and at the rascally Indian lad who held the other end of his leash who seemed to delight in imposing ever greater humiliations upon him. When Sharif thought David was getting close he added one more twist to his humiliation by pulling out his own cock and pointing it at his head. David stared up at him as the first dribbles of the lad's piss trickled down on him and was immediately catapulted to the brink of orgasm. He closed his eyes just in time before the trickle turned into a flood and wanked frenetically until a geyser of his spunk soared high into the air. "It must have been those two cups of tea you gave me for breakfast!" the lad commented dryly, as he continued to empty his bladder until he had drenched every part of the teacher's body with his piss whilst he convulsed in the throes of orgasm. Then he calmly tucked his cock away and resumed taking pics of David as he lay spent on the ground coated with spunk and piss, the liquid making his skin glisten in the golden sunshine. * * * * * * * * As the sun climbed higher in the sky the temperature soared. But the mischievous Indian lad sped through the park and along the roads leading to the shopping centre at a blistering pace, with the result that by the time they reached their destination David was also coated in sweat. Sharif coolly dismounted and parked the bike in the empty cycle rack outside the entrance (no one in their right mind would leave a bike there unattended) and extracted David's wallet and door key from the pannier to hand over to him. The flushed-face teacher arrived at his side 30 seconds later and bent double with his hands on his grass-stained knees as he attempted to get his breath back. He looked a complete mess - his knees were stained with dirt and grass and beneath what few clothes he was wearing, his body was soiled with a mixture of semen and piss! Unsurprisingly, he was also starting to smell bad! "Off you go, I'll wait here!" Sharif chuckled thrusting the wallet and key into his hand while David was still gasping for air. "Get us some drinks on your way back. I'm feeling thirsty!" While Sharif sat contentedly on the bike's crossbar sunning himself, he watched the skimpily dressed teacher make his way self-consciously through the glass doors to carry out his errand with his head down to avoid any eye contact with those around him. But already the early shoppers' heads were turning to stare at him, their attentions drawn by how little he was wearing. Others shied away from him when they discovered he was the source of the nasty animal smell that had wafted toward them. While he waited for David to return the youngster decided he would give Alim a ring to boast about the latest humiliation he had imposed on the teacher, assuming his mate would find it wickedly funny. But when Alim seized on what he had told him to cut him down to size once more, Sharif realised he had not yet been forgiven by the gang leader for the way he had challenged his authority the night before. "What if someone from school sees him?" Alim responded, "You'll be getting him the sack and then we'll be left with nothing!" "Just when I've got him eating out of our hands - sucking our dicks, handing over his cash and letting us use his flat - you have to blunder in and get the fucker arrested! You fuck wit!" "Who said you could take pics of him anyhow?" Alim threw in fuelling his own anger, "I was the one who did all the work to set him up - not you! If any pics are taken of him they rightly belong to me! "Okay I'm sorry!" Sharif pleaded, "I was only doing the same things you've done to him!" he protested. But Alim was in no mood to forgive him and the ranting and abuse continued until Sharif was bludgeoned in to admitting he was in the wrong and needed to make amends. "This is what you're going to do..." Alim began and then explained what his underling would have to do to make up for his hubris. "Hand the pics over to Fakir when he calls for the bike this afternoon," he finished off, "otherwise you won't be getting a key to Sir's flat!" "Okay, okay! I'll do it! I'll do it!" Sharif conceded, "And I'll let Fakir have the pics to prove it!" "Good! He's coming round at three so make sure everything's ready by then!" Alim added and hung up. * * * * * * * * Despite the huge loss of face involved, Sharif realised he was left with little alternative but to comply with Alim's demands. However, when David returned he discovered he had a new problem to contend with. The teacher had accumulated an entourage of half a dozen or so teenagers (thankfully none of whom he recognised from school) who plainly found the sight of him parading around the shopping centre so skimpily dressed provocative. Unlike the adults, who mostly ignored him, they began stalking him from a distance, curious to find out what he was up to. As their numbers grew they got bolder, calling out to him and making jokes about him to their mates. David did his best to go about his business as though nothing was amiss but had been unable to shake them off when he was forced to stand in line to be served at the kiosk. Once the keys were ordered and paid for, the teacher had headed off to a nearby newsagent's to buy drinks while they were cut. His entourage had followed and congregated outside the shop sniggering at him through the window as he queued up to pay. David was so thirsty that he immediately opened up his drink to take a sip from it only to have it jostled out of his hand the moment he re-entered the mall. One excited youngster shoved his mate into him and the collision catapulted his bottle of juice into the air spilling its contents over both of them. Now with a legitimate reason to harass him, the youths pursued the teacher back to the kiosk, where David hurriedly collected the keys and made to leave. But the aggrieved youngsters deliberately obstructed his path leaving him with no alternative but to push past them if he was to make his way back to the entrance. In the melee that followed one of the lads grabbed hold of David's shorts and yanked them down while another stuck out his leg so that he tripped over him and tumbled down to the floor. As David forlornly attempted to break his fall and keep a firm grip on his wallet, the remaining drink and the newly cut keys, his shorts were dragged down to his knees exposing his genitals and shaved crotch to his tormentors. The teenaged crowd backed away howling with laughter, feeling vindicated that they had exposed some sort of sexual pervert who liked exhibiting himself in public. David scrambled to his feet, hastily dragged up his shorts and made a dash through a gap in the encircling mob. He sped through the centre and out to the cycle rack with some of the lads in hot pursuit intent on doing him further mischief. "Take the bike!" hissed Sharif snatching the keys, wallet and drink from the teacher's hands and doing his best to shield him from his pursuers so he could mount it. "Wait for me in the park - I'll catch you up later." David clambered onto the bike and headed back the way they had come as fast as he could peddle. A couple of lads chased after him but when they failed to keep up soon gave up the chase. "Alim was right," Sharif reflected soberly as he walked up the road quaffing his drink in the teacher's wake, "I could easily have landed us all in the shit!" * * * * * * * * He met up with David at the entrance to the park, deposited his valuables in the panier and took the bike back from him. Chastened by the close call and the telling off he'd received from his leader, he set a more leisurely pace for the teacher to follow on the journey back. When they reached the secluded spot they'd visited earlier Sharif parked the bike against the same tree and took the teacher's mobile out of the pannier. Thinking the lad had more humiliation lined up for him David hung his head submissively only for the youngster to thrust the phone into his hand. "Alim wants you to take some pics of me!" he blurted out sullenly, backing away from him. Though there was nothing more David wanted than some pics of the Indian lad naked - especially if they were taken on his own mobile phone, so there was a good chance he'd be able to see them afterwards - he realised the humiliating climb down this represented for the youngster given how he had treated him earlier. "Start taking pics then!" he prompted when David caught his eye and held back as though to ask if he really want him to do this? Knowing Alim was behind this humiliating reversal of their roles and that it was further punishment for his stepping out of line the night before, he pointed the camera at him and clicked the button as Sharif reluctantly removed the clothes he'd so excitedly selected from his wardrobe that morning. "I'll be the one wearing the running gear on the way back!" the lad announced once he was stripped completely naked, "You're to wear the clothes I had on." David happily removed his soiled running vest and shorts and handed them to Sharif before donning the clothes that he'd been wearing. He suspected the very last thing Sharif wanted to do was to display his slender Indian body in the park for everyone to snigger at. So he was even more surprised when he handed him the vest and told him to put it back in the pannier! "I have to jog in just the shorts!" he added, "You're to carry on taking pics to prove I did it!" Alim was totally ruthless, David concluded as he fastened up the pannier and slid the mobile into his pocket so he could complete the photographic task he'd been set on route. He wheeled the bike along the narrow path while Sharif fidgeted at his side and when they joined the main thoroughfare let the lad go ahead of him so he could take some pics of him running before mounting the bike. Dressed in just shorts the Indian lad looked especially vulnerable, an impression accentuated by the way his cock and balls swung around freely beneath them. For some reason he had kept his socks on which made his pose as an athlete look even less convincing. Unused to running, as they climbed the hill to reach the exit the youngster's pace slowed dramatically and sweat began trickling down his back. David watched as he hung his head to avoid the looks and smirks that came his way from the increasing numbers of passers-by who were now flooding into the park to make the most of the sunshine, and his heart went out to him. * * * * * * * * They had been going for no more than a couple of minutes with Sharif jogging fifty yards or so ahead of him when David witnessed the youngster abruptly turn off the path and disappear into the bushes. He pedalled harder to catch up, anxious to find out what was going on when he spotted heading toward him two tough-looking black girls he recognised from school. Although they were around Sharif's age they were about twice his size. David realised this was the reason the lad had dived into the bushes and thanked his lucky stars he hadn't met them when he'd been the one with hardly any clothes on! Thinking quickly, he made a mental note of the spot where the lad had disappeared and carried on peddling up the hill toward the two girls as though he was unaccompanied. As he approached them he greeted them with a smile and a "Good morning!" designed to disarm them. "Hello Mr Smith," they chorused back at him in return, pleasantly enough, as he rode past them, whilst continuing to chew the gum that never seemed to be out of their mouths. He carried on for a while longer to avoid the girls becoming suspicious before glancing back to see if they were out of sight. Finding the path behind him empty, he quickly doubled back to begin his search for the camouflaged Sharif. When he reached the point at which he had seen the Indian lad disappear he paused to look around and listen. After a few moments, mixed in with the bird song, a barking dog and the sound of an aeroplane passing high overhead, he detected in the distance raucous female giggles followed by whoops of delight. Unable to wheel the bike into the undergrowth David carried on down the main path in the direction the sounds had come from, stopping every so often to listen out for further noises that might provide clues as to the lad's whereabouts. A minute later he heard more giggles and saw the two girls he had passed earlier reappear on the path a hundred yards or so in front of him and high-tail it out of the park. On their way he saw one of them throw something he thought he recognised up in the air that landed in the bushes. He drew to one side of the path in the shade of a tree and prayed the pair would not look back before he was out of view. It was suspicious enough them seeing him and the youngster only a few seconds apart without them also witnessing him riding to his rescue! Once they were out of sight, David sped down the path and soon confirmed that what they had thrown into the bushes was what he had thought it was - his own soiled running shorts! As he pushed his way through the brambles to retrieve them, he chuckled as he imagined the rumbustious pair cornering the skinny Indian lad and ripping off his shorts. Now he needed to find Sharif who was presumably wandering around completely naked in a park rapidly filling up with more and more people! He walked back up the path calling out the lad's name at intervals and listening out for a response, breaking off when anyone walked past. Finally he heard a voice in response coming from the middle of a clump of bushes. "They've taken my shorts!" Sharif hissed back at him as he spotted the lad's slender frame hidden in the shade. "I know! I've got them!" the teacher whispered back. He was just about to hand the shorts over when a couple wheeling a baby in a pushchair came into view. "Hold on!" he cautioned in a whisper and made the lad wait until the coast was clear before wading into the undergrowth and holding them out for Sharif to grab. "Those two were in the year below me at school," the lad cursed as he hurriedly stepped into the shorts and pulled them up to make himself respectable again. "They live on our estate!" he explained to David who handed him the vest to put on as well to prevent him being embarrassed any further. "Called me a flasher and a pervert - but they was the ones stole my shorts!" he complained, as David wheeled the bike along beside him and they set off in the direction of his flat. "They took pictures of me as well!" he confessed glumly. "I bet they'll be all over school tomorrow! Good job I'm leaving!" "Damn Alim!" he added before lapsing into a troubled silence. 19. Forbidden Love Part of David couldn't help thinking Sharif had got his just deserts by being forced to experience the same humiliation that he had inflicted on himself less than an hour previously. But he found it hard to remain resentful of the hapless youngster for long. He felt sorry for him. Sharif aped whatever the other gang members did in order to obtain their approval thinking it would convince outsiders that he was as mean as they were. When he'd got drunk he'd made the mistake of acting as though he was the equal of the physically bigger, more athletic and smarter older lads. But in reality he was still very much their underling and they would turn on him in the twinkling of an eye if he dared to displease them. David guessed he'd been carried away by the excitement of having someone to boss around who was lower in the pecking order than himself. But he'd clearly overplayed his hand and was now being punished for it. On top of this, he had been forced to allow his humiliation to be captured on camera not just by Alim but now by the two girls as well! So, as the dejected Sharif bit his lower lip, no doubt worrying about where these pics might end up, David seized the opportunity to talk to him for the first time outside the humiliating sexual encounters set up by his mates and without him needing to appear tough getting in the way. To his surprise it took just a few words of commiseration and reassurance for the teenager to pour his heart out to him. Sharif began by continuing with his rant against the girls and went on to confide that he hated the council estate where they had been forced to live since the family had arrived in London five years previously. Although he'd done well at school as a youngster, the move to London had disrupted his education and his poor grasp of English had left him struggling to gain any qualifications. To add to his miseries his mother had remarried and he didn't get on with his step-dad. Although he had been persuaded to stay on at school for an extra year in order to enhance his job prospects by improving his poor grades, as soon as Alim left he'd decided that he would chuck it in and try to get a job. When David had enquired how he'd first met Alim, Sharif explained that when he'd arrived at the school aged twelve he'd been bullied mercilessly by the other kids until the older Indian lad had befriended him. With Alim and his mates to support him life had become more bearable, but he had soon discovered there were strings attached to his new friend's benevolence. He'd been kept very ignorant about sex as a youngster in India so had been taken advantage of by some of the older lads in his neighbourhood. While they'd soon stopped messing around with other boys and moved on to chasing after girls, as he'd grown older he'd realised that he remained stuck on boys - something which Alim seemed to have picked up on. When he'd first come across him, he'd been in awe of the handsome older lad and found it hard to keep his eyes off him. So he'd been thrilled when he'd befriended him and invited him round to his home. But when he'd arrived he'd discovered he wasn't going to be introduced to his family as he'd expected, as his parents were out. Instead Alim and two other lads had plied him with drink and then cheated him out of his clothes in a card game he'd never played before. They'd taken pics of him naked and to get his clothes back he'd been made to suck their cocks. After that, Alim had him on a string by threatening to show the pics they had taken to kids at school if Sharif didn't turn up for sex whenever he was feeling horny. Not satisfied with merely having the youngster wank him off and suck his dick Alim had insisted he let him fuck him as well. Although he fancied Alim a lot, he didn't get much joy out of the arrangement, but to ensure his continued protection, Sharif let him do it. But that had only been the beginning, as once he had let himself be fucked, an increasingly sadistic Alim had demanded Sharif perform all sorts of humiliating sex acts that he had come across on the internet that had caught his imagination. For reasons of self-preservation Sharif had gone along with whatever Alim had demanded but secretly longed to escape his clutches and find a lad he fancied who would not just want sex from him but also wanted to be his mate. It had almost happened too, when he had befriended a newly arrived Indian boy a year younger than him. But the moment Alim had discovered Sharif had developed a crush on a lad outside of his orbit, the older lad had swiftly intervened to frighten him off. Alim had ambushed them as they had chatted in the playground and insisted the "two love birds" accompany him to the toilets. In one of the cubicles he had made Sharif strip naked in front of his mate then get down on his knees and suck his cock while the youngster looked on. The lad had watched nervously, fearing he might be required to follow suit at any moment. But to his surprise Alim had demanded that Sharif suck the youngster's cock as well! Fearful of the consequences of associating with such a pariah, the lad had given him a wide birth after that. Alim soon developed a liking for humiliating Sharif in front of other lads and punished him for his attempt to break free by using him to help bolster his relationships with his mates. He began showing off the humiliating pics he'd taken of him on his mobile phone and offering to have him service their cocks as well as his own. Rajesh had been one of those who had taken up his offer with the result that soon both lads were fucking him on a regular basis. As word got round that he would suck the cock of whoever Alim told him to, Sharif's reputation had plummeted both in the school and on the estate where he lived. He had been branded as both a queer and a slut, with even much younger kids feeling confident they could get away with taunting him and treating him with contempt. As David listened to the youngster's tale of woe, he realised where Alim's precocious sexual self-confidence had come from - Sharif had been his prototype and internet porn had been his guide! He also grasped that he must be the first person in the world that Sharif had ever confided in about his sexuality! He had found a kindred spirit, one who was as desperate to find love as he was himself. When Sharif lapsed into silence, David found himself overwhelmed by a surge of affection for the lad. He managed to hold his emotions in check until they entered the narrow alley leading from the park but when this appeared deserted he set the bike against a wall and wrapped his arms around the youngster, hugged his slender body tightly to his chest and planted a kiss on his lips. By the time their embrace ended a minute or so later David noticed the Indian lad's cock was filling out of the front of his shorts as stiff as a flagpole. "Let's get back to the flat!" he chuckled, knowing his own cock was equally hard and gave the lad a reassuring smile. They hurried home, but their desire to take things further was now so overwhelming that the moment they turned down the alley leading to his flat from Chalfont Road they were unable to hold their emotions back any longer. David threw his bike aside, placed his lips over Sharif's mouth and the two kissed and hugged each other for several minutes before the teacher finally tore himself away to unlock the door. They dragged the bike up the stairs and as soon as they reached the landing tore off each other's clothes and begun wrestling naked on the living room floor. Although both of them were filthy, this somehow only added to their excitement as they pressed their tongues into each other's mouths and rubbed their clammy, sweat lubricated, bodies against each other. "Fuck!" gasped Sharif taken aback by the passion with which David now embraced him, which was such a contrast to his previous passivity. "You are so fucking gorgeous!" David replied, echoing the youngster's own unguarded comment when he had first seen him naked. Free to express the desire he felt for Sharif openly, the teacher ran his hands over the lad's smooth-skinned torso and tightened his arms around him whilst at the same time covering his face and neck with a welter of kisses. The lad responded in kind, running his hands through the teacher's hair as he nibbled at his chin before lowering them to clasp the taut cheeks of David's arse as though laying claim to it as his own. Breathlessly they embraced and kissed while their irrepressible cocks slammed up hard against their bellies and prised themselves inquisitively between their partner's thighs in a bid to release their pent-up excitement. Unable to wait a moment longer, David directed Sharif's hand down to his dick and wrapped his fist around the Indian lad's own bloated member to demonstrate what he wanted him to do. It took barely a dozen strokes before he had propelled the lad to the brink of orgasm. But the youngster was so determined to share his pleasure with the handsome teacher that he stayed his hand. He slid his tongue into his mouth and returned his kisses, whilst gripping his shaft and returned the favour. "I'm going to cum!" warned David, moments later and resumed jerking the youngster's cock so that they both reached orgasm simultaneously. They remained locked in each other's arms, savouring the intimacy and contentment that follows climax, their bodies melded together by the glutinous layer of semen that now coated their bellies. Taken by surprise by the intensity of the feelings they had expressed for one another, they were reluctant to let go. But once their excitement subsided and their pulses finally returned to normal, David gave the youngster a reassuring smile and proposed that they take a bath together to clean themselves up. Taken by the idea, Sharif eagerly followed his lead and the two rose from the floor and walked to the bathroom hand in hand unwilling to be parted for even for a moment. They sat at opposite ends of the bathtub smiling at each other with their legs locked together waiting for the bath to fill so that the water enveloped them. Once the level had risen to their chins, they lay there contentedly, relaxing and gently stroking each other beneath the water. As they coated each other with shower gel and scrubbed away the dirt they had accumulated during their earlier adventures, they delighted in examining in detail every part of the other' body as though laying claim to them. Touching, kissing and caressing but also mischievously prising soap-lubricated fingers up the other's arse or lowering their head into the water to suck each other's cock. Unsurprisingly both were soon sporting erections once again. They towelled each other dry and retired to the bedroom where they began their love making all over again. When the pair started to feel hungry David checked the fridge to see what remained of the food he'd bought for the party. Little was left as most had ending up on the floor! But when he checked the freezer, he discovered the kulfi in had been forgotten in the rush to consume his birthday cake the night before. David took the tub into the bedroom and fed a spoonful into Sharif's mouth and then into his own. He then fell to his knees and wrapped his lips around the lad's cock, making him shudder as he enveloped his dick in the cold interior of his mouth. Playfully Sharif returned the favour and proceeded to smear the ice cream all over the teacher's shaved body so he could lick it off. Whether Alim had intended it or not, he had thrust the teacher and Sharif together and they had found solace in each other's arms. * * * * * * * * "Shit! That must be Fakir, come early!" Sharif cursed when at fifteen minutes to three the doorbell rang. So absorbed had they been in their love making that thoughts of anything else had gone out of the window. "What do we do now?" he appealed to David. "Let me handle Fakir," David volunteered, sensing the lad's discomfort, "You stay up here and keep quiet and I'll tell him you've already gone home. Don't worry, it's the bike he's after!" David glanced around and spotted the cock cage discarded on the bedside table. "Quick help me put this back on before I let him in or he'll be suspicious!" "It's probably best if the others don't find out what we've been up to...." Sharif ventured apologetically as he helped David refasten the plastic rings around his cock and balls. "Damn right it is!" David agreed, as he prised his tumescent cock into the tube. He was only too aware that Alim still held his fate in his hands, "Let's keep it a secret between us... at least for now!" he added more tenderly. The doorbell rang a second time. "The collar's in the pannier isn't it?" David asked as he dashed out onto the landing. "Yeh, along with your mobile and the keys," Sharif replied following behind him. David hastily fastened the dog collar around his neck to comply with Alim's instructions, grabbed the bunch of freshly cut keys and headed off down the stairs. "What about the pictures?" Sharif hissed at him from the landing in a panic. "I'll be in trouble with Alim if you don't hand them over to him as well... He told me to have you copy the pics onto a memory stick!" The doorbell rang for a third time. "Shit!" exclaimed David in despair. "Quick, get my laptop out from under the bed, download the pics from my phone and copy them onto the memory stick in the bottom of my school bag. I'll keep Fakir busy while you do it. Here take the phone with you!" "Oh, the password on the laptop's Sharif, by the way," he added a little embarrassed at the revelation. He'd changed the password following their encounter in the bike shed, encouraged by him letting slip that he fancied him and by the bid he'd made to "own" him after Alim left for college! "Okay!" the lad grinned back, but when the mobile went off in his hand, he dropped it like a hot potato. "That'll be Fakir," David assured him. "Don't answer it - I'll get the door instead. Be as quiet as you can," he whispered putting his finger to his lip as he flew down the stairs. Knowing it had to be the youngster, David opened the door and immediately fell down to his knees. "About time!" Fakir complained hanging up his phone and stepping inside. As per Alim's instructions, David meekly kissed the diminutive lad's feet as soon as he entered the hall and then handed over the keys. Realising he needed to distract the lad long enough for Sharif to carry out their plan, he then went further and nuzzled his nose in the youngster's crotch in an additional show of submission. Despite the bike being uppermost in his thoughts, Fakir couldn't resist taking the bait. A grin spread across his scarred face as he again stroked David on the head as though he was his pet dog and pressed his face into his groin. As his cock began to swell he pulled the sweatpants he was wearing down to his knees and fed his member into the teacher's mouth. "Sharif still here?" he asked glancing up the stairs. David shook his head while he continued to suck. "He was supposed to give me some pics for Alim. Have you got 'em?" David nodded his head, grunted and motioned upstairs. Thrilled to have David all to himself for once and seemingly also willing to do anything he wanted, he couldn't help putting his obedience to the test by turning himself around and presenting his arse to the teacher as well. "Lick it!" he demanded parting his buttocks and bending over. Crossing his fingers that the youngster's arse was clean, David did as he was bid and Fakir rapidly became so excited that he began to beat off right there in the doorway! The lad then had the teacher lick his balls as he wanked off and was soon jettisoning his cum over his face. As his excitement subsided, the lad sadistically scooped up the globules of cum on his slender fingers and had the teacher swallow it down. Once David had licked them completely clean, he gave him a pat him on the head followed by his familiar cheeky grin. "Now fetch my bike down the stairs for me!" he smirked, pulling up his pants. David scampered up the stairs in his collar, relieved that in his excitement the youngster hadn't bothered to enter the flat and wrestled his bike down the narrow staircase for the final time. When he returned to the hallway, the door was wide open and Fakir was waiting for him outside in the alley. Only too aware he was wearing only a cock cage and a dog collar, David glanced around nervously before stepping out and when the coast was clear propped the bike up against the wall for the youngster to examine. "I want all the stuff that comes with it as well!" Fakir demanded in an accusatory tone as though the teacher were out to cheat him. "The chain lock, lights, spanners and things. Put 'em all in the pannier and bring 'em down - and don't forget those pics for Alim as well." David dashed back indoors leaving Sharif to give his latest acquisition the onceover. This time Sharif was waiting for him on the landing with the memory stick in his hand. They exchanged a conspiratorial grin - at least they had managed to outwit the younger lad! Forgetting in their excitement that they were not only handing over to him David's most prized possession, but humiliating pictures of themselves cavorting around naked in the park that would make them both even more vulnerable to blackmail in the future. The teacher gathered his cycling gear together and rushed back down the stairs anxious to see the back of the lad before he discovered Sharif's presence. After glancing down the alley from the doorway he waited for a group of shoppers to pass by before joining Fakir and attaching the pannier to the back of the bike. "I need to use the loo before I go!" Fakir announced, "You stay here to guard the bike!" In a panic that Sharif would be discovered, David blocked the lad's path to the door, realising that there was only one thing left for him to do that would distract the kid and avoid the need for him going upstairs. He knelt down in front of Fakir for a second time and nuzzled his face into his groin. "You want another taste of my piss, do you!" he chuckled with a huge grin on his face. Conscious he might be seen, Fakir positioned himself behind the bike with his back to the road and had the teacher crouch down at the very end of the alley before he pulled out his cock. But instead of permitting David to envelop it in his mouth, he grabbed him by the collar and insisted he lay down on his back on the paving. "Close your eyes and open your mouth!" he demanded but directed his jet of piss over the teacher's whole body. "Stay there 'til I've gone!" he demanded, pulling up his sweatpants when he'd done. He was about to retrieve the bike from against the wall when he heard the creak of floorboards from upstairs through the open flat door. He grimaced, set the bike back down and maliciously yanked the flat door closed. After giving the teacher a triumphal grin, he finally scarpered, leaving David stranded outside, fumbling around on all fours drenched in his piss, blinded by the urine stinging his eyes. Shivering on the doorstep, David frantically rang the bell and banged on the door until Sharif let him in, but not before several passing shoppers had stopped at the end of the alley to gawk at him. "The little bastard!" David cursed as he climbed the stairs. "The shrimp's not as dumb as we thought! He must have guessed you were still here or he wouldn't have risked locking me out!" Sharif was taken aback by the first show of anger he had witnessed from the teacher since he had shouted after him as he had disappeared down the staircase with those incriminating photos of him with Fakir. "I'd better run another bath!" Sharif joked in an attempt to lighten the mood when he saw the state his new friend was in. "But let me take that thing off your cock first!" he added, the key to the cock cage ready in his hand, "Unless you'd like to keep it on while I piss on you as well!" David couldn't help smiling at this, and let Sharif unlock the device. But he was still riled by having been outwitted by the 13 year old who had been the linchpin of his downfall and resentful that he would have to get up earlier in the morning and take the bus to school due to the loss of his bike on his account.