Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 12:49:11 +1300 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation - Chapters 4 & 5 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 The work published here is previously unpublished and all my own, with all rights reserved.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. 4. Homework Unsurprisingly, that evening David found it hard to concentrate on his marking. For a start, his sore arse and raw throat provided him with regular reminders of the physical toll the encounter had taken on him. But it was his recollections of how the Indian lads had humiliated him and his worries over the hold they now had over him that distracted him the most. Their handsome faces and brown-skinned bodies kept drifting into his head, getting him hard and prompting him to re-live the tumultuous events of the afternoon over again and wonder what further humiliations might lay in store for him in the future. But despite numerous lapses of attention, the young teacher dutifully persevered until he had finished marking all three sets of books he had brought home with him so they would be ready to hand back to his students the following morning. As he finally closed his mark book and packed his bag ready for school he began to wonder why he was bothering to be so conscientious, given the bleak future that might await him if news of his having sex with a 13 year old were ever to become known? This set his thoughts off in a very different direction as he imagined the possible consequences of what he'd allowed the lads to do to him and scolded himself for being so foolish as to put his career in their hands. In hindsight, he realised he should have called their bluff and reported their blackmail attempt to his colleagues! But he had let his cock to rule his head and allowed himself to be persuaded into having sex with his pupils on school premises! Why had he been so stupid as to give in to the lads' demands? But there was not much he could do about it now! Or was there? Okay, he'd allowed himself to be outsmarted by a bunch of teenagers - but he'd been taken by surprise! Nothing in his college training had prepared him for such an eventuality! Who would have guessed that a group of school kids could be so audacious as to set their teacher up as a paedophile so they could rape and blackmail him? But there was nothing stopping him now from marshalling his supposedly superior intelligence to try to wrest back control and keep a lid on things. Why should he have to give up his lifetime ambition and have his career ruined as a result of one errant decision? Especially when that decision had hurt no one except himself! As a first step David decided he would keep a diary of everything that happened between him and the Indian lads. He sat down in front of his computer and instead of his nightly search for gay porn, he set about describing the details of their encounter so he would have an accurate record of everything that had transpired. However, so arousing did he find the tale he was recounting, far more than any porn he had ever found on the internet, that it wasn't long before he found himself distracted from this task too. However, this time he gave his excitement free reign, sliding down his pants and gripping his cock in the palm of his right hand, alternating each sentence he wrote with a tug on his shaft to keep himself hard and slowly edge himself toward yet another explosive orgasm. * * * * * * * * It was around midnight when David completed his account of the ambush the Indian lads had set for him but he then battled on in search of a strategy for dealing with the consequences of his rash surrender to them - preferably one that would allow his sexual adventure to continue, salvage his teaching career and keep him out of jail! Much depended on whether the lads had the nous to keep what they had done to themselves or boasted about it to their mates. If word got out, David realised, his days at the school were numbered. What little discipline he exerted currently over the pupils would disappear overnight and if what had happened came to the authorities' notice he could kiss his job goodbye. Even if the lads kept it quiet there was still the risk that if they persisted in forcing him to have sex with them on school premises they would get caught out by one of his colleagues or by the cleaners and events spiral out of control that way. Given the amount of noise they had made it was a miracle that they hadn't been discovered that afternoon! However, in the light of the efforts they had taken to devise their dastardly plan, the risks they had taken to implement it and the pleasure they appeared to derive from humiliating and fucking him, on balance David felt the lads were more likely to keep what had happened to themselves. The downside of them keeping quiet about it was that it would strengthen their hand with regard to blackmailing him. If they kept mum it would not only allow them to continue fucking him whenever and wherever they pleased but also enable them to extort things other than sex from him in exchange for their silence. If he dared to defy them he doubted the lads would carry out their threat to report him to the Head or to the police, as this would put them in the spotlight too. However, if he refused to co-operate they could certainly spread rumours about him to their mates that would make his school life hell. However, as long as the authorities were not involved he could always quit his job and return home to live with his parents. He had few ties to London and could say that his experience in the capital had led him to decide that teaching was not for him after all - which, if he had to resort to such a desperate measure, would certainly be true! On the other hand there were a whole host of reasons that made David reluctant to challenge the hold the Indian lads had over him. He actually felt grateful to them for slicing through the inhibitions and fears that he had allowed to rule his life for years. However, traumatic it had been, thanks to them he had finally shed his virginity and experienced real gay sex for the first time. On top of this he found the older lads incredibly attractive and Alim's precocious self- confidence and superior intelligence irresistibly sexy. The way he looked at him and took his obedience for granted sent shivers down his spine! Some trait embedded deep within his psyche made him long to worship and submit to him and do whatever it took to make him happy. Despite his efforts to keep his feelings toward the Indian lads in check, the trio had detected the extent of his adoration of them and decided to exploit his desire to use, abuse and sexually dominate him. They were clearly horny for him too - why else would they devise such an elaborate plan to entrap him? He took some comfort from this - reckoning that if they fancied him and wanted to continue fucking him they were less likely to jeopardise this by taking things too far - at least as long as he continued to let them do whatever they liked with him sexually! So far he had sampled little more than the older lad's faces and cocks. He longed to explore their anatomies more intimately and worship them more completely. He ached to feel their firm limbs and soft skin beneath his hands, to stroke their silky black hair, to explore every inch of their handsome brown bodies and kiss each one of them from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Realising he needed to get some sleep, David eventually brought his deliberations to an end, shut down his computer and went to bed. He may not have lessened any of the risks he faced but thinking things through had helped him become clearer about his desires and the options open to him. What he wanted most in the world at that moment was for the Indian lads to fuck him again. So unless their demands became extreme, he would play along with whatever they had in mind for him and try his utmost to please them. * * * * * * * * At 7am David woke up with a hard-on, feeling full of the joys of spring, having slept more soundly than he had in a long time. He thought about starting the day with yet another wank but opted to save himself for the lads in case they decided to visit him again after school. He grinned at himself in the bathroom mirror, yesterday he had been fucked by two gorgeous Indian lads and with any luck the same would happen again today. He could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect! His morning classes went unusually well as his high spirits were transmitted to his pupils. But, as the day progressed with no sign of his young Indian admirers, David felt deflated and melancholy began to set in. His lifetime ambitions had been overturned overnight; what now mattered most to him was not making his parents proud of him by achieving success in his chosen career but satisfying the Indian lads so that they would want to fuck him again and again. As the school day drew to a close and they had failed to appear David vowed that if they were to turn up now he would do whatever they demanded of him without a quibble, however humiliating it might be... 5. The Reluctant Porn Star David's heart missed a beat when he closed his classroom door at 3.45 and spotted the Indian trio loitering at the end of the corridor. Simultaneously elated and terrified lest the members of his tutor group might get wind that something untoward was going on, he fiddled with his key in the lock with his pulse racing while the stragglers descended the stairs. Before turning to meet his fate he did his best to calm himself down, but as he approached the stockroom door he noticed the big lad was pointing a camera at him. "Hurry up sir, we've been waiting ages!" cried out Fakir, as though this were some after school club the teacher was running late for. "Yeh, get this "cockroom" opened up!" joked Alim less innocently, "Time for teach to suck more Indian dick!" "Smile!" added his muscular accomplice taking a picture of the teacher's worried face the moment he glanced in his direction. "Keep your voices down," David pleaded in a hoarse whisper, peering all around them, paranoid lest they be overheard when it took a couple of tries before he found the right key for the lock. "About time!" complained the beefy lad, pushing past David as soon as the door was open and hoisting himself up onto the windowsill at the far side of the room, from which he continued to take snapshots. Fakir scurried in after him while his brother remained at the teacher's side. "Keys!" Alim demanded, holding out his palm as soon as David had eased the door shut behind them and slid down the latch. The teacher hesitated for a second but then deposited them in the Indian lad's hand; relieved that at least they were now hidden from view! "Out of the way sir!" barked Fakir from behind him, shunting David and his brother to one side so he could place the step-stool in the space in front of the door. The teacher watched bemused; it was like watching a military operation bring rolled out! The lads had clearly discussed their plans in advance - David was the only one in the dark about what lay in store and he was starting to have doubts about whether he was going to like it! "Up you get!" commanded Alim once the stool was in place, grabbing David by the ear and hoisting him upwards like a naughty child until he reluctantly complied and stepped onto it. "Now empty your pockets!" The Indian lad's unexpected demand rekindled David's worst fears from the night before and left him a quandary about whether or not to comply. The troubled expression on the teacher's face sent both Fakir and the cameraman into fits of giggles but the more business-like Alim remained tight-lipped and coolly repeated his demand. "I said, empty your pockets, paedo!" he added, reminding David that they had so much dirt on him that he had little option but to comply. He held out an empty storage tray for the teacher to deposit his belongings in and watched impassively as David reluctantly dropped his house keys, wallet and small change into it to the accompaniment of more giggles from his companions. "Take off your watch as well!" the Indian lad added after noticing it draped around the teacher's wrist. David grimaced - the watch had been a 21st birthday present from his parents. If only he'd had the foresight not to wear it that day! He cursed his stupidity but deposited it in the tray nevertheless. "I'll be looking after it for you from now on," Alim announced, picking the watch up and fastening the clasp around his slender brown wrist before flashing it at his accomplices for them to admire. David could just imagine him flaunting it in front of his mates as a way of publicly humiliating him. "A present for you bro!" Alim announced, gathering up the teacher's coins from the tray and dropping them into Fakir's outstretched palms. The youngster proceeded to calculate the extent of his windfall while his brother opened up David's wallet in pursuit of bigger gain. Teachers at the school were warned to avoid putting temptation in their pupils' way so although it contained a couple of bank cards it held only œ20 in cash. Alim extracted the two notes, handed one to his companion and shoved the other into his pocket without comment as though it were his due. On a closer examination of the wallet Alim discovered a drivers' licence tucked away inside it. "We was wondering where you lived, David," Alim chortled, cock-a-hoot at coming across such a useful source of personal information about the teacher. "And I see it's your birthday in a few days' time! You'll have to invite us round to Chalfont Road for a party!" he added to sniggers all round. Alim held up the licence up so his companion could take a close-up picture of it and had him photograph David's bank cards, front and back, before tossing them back into the tray along with his now empty wallet. David cursed his luck, his driver's licence had only been in his wallet because he'd needed ID to pick up a parcel a few days earlier. Now they knew his home address and date of birth but at least they hadn't taken his bank cards or demanded to know their pin numbers! But his relief was to be short-lived. "Strip!" barked Alim to excited chuckles from his buddies. David swallowed hard and his face flushed red with embarrassment at the prospect of having to do a striptease in front of the youngsters - though after yesterday he'd guessed that this might be on the cards. The teacher had figured out the previous night that the gang might make him pose for nude pics and threaten to post them on the internet if he stepped out of line. But he had persuaded himself to take the risk and co-operate rather than anger them. After all, once his secret was out the lads lost the power they held over him - so why would they carry out such a threat? Although it could be embarrassing if at some time in the future they ended up in the wrong hands, at least they would not be as incriminating as the ones they had taken of him with Fakir and they might even help him to prove his innocence (if he ever needed to) by showing that it was the boys who had taken the initiative rather than himself. "Get 'em off!" jeered the big lad who had retreated back to the window so he could get the whole of the teacher's body into the frame. "Hurry up paedo! We haven't got all day!" prompted Alim, as David reluctantly slid his jacket off over his shoulders and handed it over to the stony-faced Indian. "Tie next," he added standing out of camera shot and stowing both items in the tray as soon as the teacher complied, "And now the shirt!" As he unfastened his cuffs David attempted to convince himself that posing nude for photos wasn't such a big issue nowadays. Guys who wanted to show off their bodies did it voluntarily and even paid someone to take pics of them! And didn't famous film stars have naked pics of themselves circulating on the net from when they had taken part in a sex scene? The cameraman zoomed in on David's hesitant expression as the teacher fumbled to open up his shirtfront and pull it out of his trousers. The moment he slid it off his shoulders Alim snatched it away. "And the rest!" he prompted to more sniggers from his mates. Taking care to avoid falling off the stool, David shyly opted to begin with his shoes and bent over to unfasten his laces while continuing to run through the issues posing naked had raised for him. Before today he'd never given a second thought to the feelings of the young guys whose pictures he ogled every night on his PC, or ever considered whether, like him, they'd been pressurised into posing naked. He guessed most did it for the money - were hard up lads from poor backgrounds, many from poorer countries. Although he suspected others ended up being humiliating for nothing by guys who had taken pics of them on dates and had posted them as trophies on websites without their knowledge. "Hold it there!" interrupted Alim as David went on to unfasten his belt, "Slide your pants down slowly so we can get some decent pics - and make it look sexy!" David knew from his own porn browsing that that the more uncomfortable a model looked at having to remove his clothes the raunchier he found the pics. So he didn't think he needed to do much to make them "sexy" - just look ashamed of himself rather than smile confidently into the camera and not attempt to mask his genuine fears about them being caught and where the pictures they were taking might eventually end up! He gradually lowered his trousers until they were around his ankles and then stepped out of them. His one crumb of comfort was that there were now so many porn pics circulating on the internet that should the ones the Indian lads were taking of him ever get posted on-line they would soon be lost among the millions of others. "Take off your socks and then put your hands on your head," Alim barked as he wrested his pants away from him and deposited them in the tray. David did as he was told and stood displaying himself submissively on the stool in his crumpled boxers, his face flushed red, his eyes down to the floor. Buoyed up the completeness of the teacher's surrender, Alim allowed himself a smile of satisfaction. Instead of having David remove his shorts he amused himself by pulling them down an inch at a time and having the teacher perform pirouettes so they could take pics of both his front and rear. To add to the teacher's embarrassment from the moment the lad touched him his cock had begun to swell and continued to do so as he was gradually denuded. Soon the shorts were pulled down at the back to reveal the crack of his arse, while at the front the waistband became hooked around his stiffening dick which stood out comically at right angles straining the fabric as though determined to break free. With a chuckle Alim finally delivered the coup de grace by pulling the elastic forward with a single finger - simultaneously allowing David's cock to spring upwards and his shorts to tumble down to his ankles. "Look into the camera so everyone can see your face!" Alim demanded, whisking away the shorts and standing aside so his companions could inspect and take pictures of the hapless teacher posing naked and erect in what was recognisably a school stock room. Although he would soon be 24, David retained the lean torso, narrow waist and slender limbs of an adolescent. His greater maturity was evinced not so much by his size as by his larger quantity of body hair; although his chest was still mostly bereft, an endearing trail of brown curls began at his navel, broadened out above his crotch to encircle his genitals and then spread itself enticingly around the insides of his thighs. His arms and legs where covered by a coating of downy hair, his skin pale but for that on his forearms and lower legs which, like his face, were lightly tanned from the summer sun. David's modest dick, a shade darker than the rest of his body, pointed skywards, displaying his low hanging pink ball sack, its purple head peeping out from his taut foreskin. "Now bend over and part those pretty pink arse cheeks of yours "sir", we want some close-ups of your hole!" added Alim maliciously. The Indian lads giggled as David slowly bent forward and ignominiously prised apart his buttocks so they could add even more humiliating pics of him to their growing collection. "Now wank!" Alim demanded keen to heighten the teacher's embarrassment still further. Once again the teacher swallowed hard and with a martyred expression on his face, cast his blue eyes downwards, wrapped his fingers around his cock and began sliding them up and down his shaft while the camera captured his mounting excitement. Much to the lads' delight, it wasn't long before the motion had the desired effect. David's breathing began to quicken and his face flushed a deeper shade of red as waves of pleasure spread from his groin throughout his body. David closed his eyes to block out the sight of the three youngsters grinning up at him and imagined them showing the pictures they had taken of him to their mates. What could be more humiliating than to have pics of him stripped naked, displaying his arse and wanking himself circulating around the school? The prospect got him so excited that he instantly shot his load. The lads chuckled at witnessing the teacher's loss of control and made sure they captured every moment as his spunk erupted and cascaded down to the floor. They left David standing atop the stool with cum coating his belly and dribbling down his legs while they conferred with each other at the back of the room. "Wipe yourself down!" Alim commanded throwing the teacher's shorts at him. "From now on you will not be permitted to wear underpants to school" he added as David used them to soak up his cum. "Now put them on your head!" At least they let me cum, thought David, but now they want their fun! He hooked the waistband over his head, turned them around so the leg holes were positioned over his ears and stood blindfolded awaiting the lads' next move with the smell of his own semen filling his nostrils. "Down you get," Alim's voice commanded, leading the teacher by the hand until he was standing on the floor in his bare feet. While David wondered what lay in store for him next, he sensed the stool being whisked away, the door being opened and someone pushing past him. Then moments later he found himself backed up against the door and the distinctive smell of a marker pen filling the room. "Put your hands on your head and keep still!" Alim demanded and immediately began writing something across David's chest. As the distinctive odour strengthened beneath his nose the teacher did his best to work out what was being written from the feel of the pen on his skin but soon gave up -whatever it was it was not a short message as it continued onto his belly as well. He guessed he would have a devil of a job getting it off but as long as they didn't mark him where it would show it shouldn't present him with too big a problem. "All clear!" the big lad reported pushing open the door just as Alim finished writing. Before David knew what was happening he found himself bundled out into the corridor with the pants still over his head. "You get back in when you've cum!" Alim whispered in his ear, closing the stockroom door and leaving his beefy companion to escort the blindfolded teacher to the end of the corridor. Once in position he pushed him down onto his knees, pulled the shorts from his head and backed away to take more photographs. As the camera clicked David immediately looked down at his torso and saw written across his chest in thick black capital letters the words "I AM A PAEDO". Beneath it on his belly was written his name and date of birth (taken from his driver's licence). The teacher's heart sank - this was not something he'd foreseen. The lads had made sure that if his pics ever reached the internet they would haunt him for the rest of his life! "Best start wanking, paedo!" the big lad prompted with a snigger. "The longer you stay out here the more likely someone'll see you!" Realising he had no alternative but to comply David reluctantly took hold of his flaccid cock and tried his best to get himself erect while the gleeful photographer captured every humiliating moment. But what only a few minutes before had been a source of pleasure for David had been transformed into an ordeal. After cumming three times within 24 hours his cock was not merely sensitive from his latest discharge but sore! To add to his troubles the teacher had been outside the stockroom for no more than a couple of minutes when the sounds of his colleagues conducting their after-school sweep came drifting down the staircase from the floor above. "We're going to get caught!" the teacher hissed desperately at the cameraman, "Please let me go back inside!" "Only after you've cum," the big lad replied, calmly repositioning himself in front of the stockroom door to secure his own exit whilst continuing to take pics of the teacher from a distance, "I'd hurry up if I were you!" With the sounds of his approaching colleagues growing ever louder David began wanking frantically. What would he do if he didn't make it in time? What possible explanation could he give for being found naked masturbating in a school corridor! How would he explain the words written across his chest? "Please let me back inside he begged... I'll do anything you want." "You bet you will," chuckled his tormentor, "otherwise everyone in the school gets to see these pictures!" * * * * * * * * "What's that on the floor?" asked one of the teachers as she approached the stockroom door a minute later. "I dread to think," replied one of her colleagues shaking her head whilst carefully stepping around the puddle of David's cum, "best leave it for the cleaners to deal with!" she added, more anxious to get home after an exhausting day than to bother investigating how it came to be there.