Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2016 15:01:48 +1300
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapters 9 & 10

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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.

9. Behind the Bike Shed

Alim eased open the shed door an inch at a time until he made out what he
decided had to be David huddled in its far corner with his back turned
toward him. The teacher was completely naked, his clothes (carefully
folded) hung down from the cross-bar of his bike and his shoes (with the
socks neatly tucked inside them) were placed side by side between its
wheels. As he watched he heard the teacher moan, he was breathing heavily
and his right shoulder was moving up and down rapidly.

"Well, well, well! What have we here?" the Indian lad called out loudly in
parody of a policeman whilst throwing open the door to let in the daylight.

Startled and ashamed at being caught wanking, the teacher's head snapped
around in panic to discover who it was that had discovered him. After
taking off his clothes he had become so excited that he had been unable to
resist wanking but with an effort had managed to stop himself from cumming
in case the lads should yet appear.

David's fears were swiftly replaced by embarrassment when he recognised
Alim and another smaller Indian lad standing beside him silhouetted in the
doorway. As they peered inside to check out what was going on, the teacher
hastily hid his erection with his hands and turned around to face them.

"Put your hands on your head and get down on your knees!" Alim immediately
demanded, "Let my pal get a good look at you, boy!"

If Alim had been surprised at finding the teacher already stripped naked
when they arrived, the Indian lad standing beside him was completely
gobsmacked by what he saw!

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, astonished at the transformation that had taken place
in the demeanour of the young teacher since he had chased after him,
angrily demanding the pics they'd taken of him with Fakir. In contrast, he
was now the embodiment of submission. With a just a few words Alim had him
on his knees, quivering in either fear or anticipation, totally at their
mercy!

With his hands on his head David had no way of hiding his excitement - his
cock pointed skywards as though straining to reach his navel, its bulbous
pink head already glistening with pre-cum.

However, when set against the backdrop of his completely denuded crotch,
hairless chest and armpits, what would normally be seen as a sign of sexual
potency became an invitation for abuse - the most sensitive and private
parts of his anatomy on public display, utterly exposed.

When David bowed his head in submission, not daring to look them in the
face, the sight brought home to them the extent of the power they now held
over the disgraced teacher.

They stood in awe for a few moments with their cocks rising as they
contemplated David's handsome features made all the more angelic by his
flushed cheeks; the paleness of his body and the breath-taking
vulnerability resulting from the absence of his body hair.

But, aware that their time was limited, the lads swiftly broke out of their
trance and moved to secure their prize by stepping inside the shed and
wedging the door closed behind them.

As their eyes adjusted to the darkness the smaller lad opened up a carrier
bag he had been toting and pulled out a couple of cans of beer.

"Come over here!" Alim called to David squatting at the opposite end of the
shed to the one where David stored his bike. The lads watched gleefully as
the naked teacher traversed the length of the bike shed down on his hands
and knees, the hard concrete floor making his movements ungainly and
painful.

"My mate here's been waiting to get his cock sucked by a teacher ever since
he started at this shit-hole of a school!" Alim chuckled, as David crouched
down in front of him with his head lowered.  "And today's the day it's
finally going to happen!" he grinned at his companion, opening the beer he
had just handed him and holding the can up in the air. "Cheers!"

Each lad took a long swig before turning their attention back to the naked
teacher squatting at their feet.

"Well what you waiting for?" Alim asked him, "Take out his cock and get to
work!"

David peered up at him and then across at his companion as though nervous
of doing something so daring. But encouraged by the lad nodding his head,
the teacher tentatively reached forward and unzipped his flies.

He was shorter and skinnier than his classmate and more scruffily
dressed. Although he appeared slightly nervous, there was no disguising his
excitement at the prospect of having the teacher suck his cock, as his
crotch was already bulging. He took another gulp of his beer while David
eased his burgeoning member out of his ragged underwear and gently
enveloped it in the warmth of his mouth.

For David reality and fantasy had converged. He was no longer the Indian
lads' teacher but their slave, bound to submit to them because of the power
they held over him however humiliating their demands might be. His normally
cautious nature overwhelmed, his personal ambitions obliterated. His
powerlessness excited him - he was completely at their mercy and, at least
sexually, that was just how he wanted it to be.

There he was, having to display himself kneeling naked and erect in front
of his pupils, emasculated by the removal of his body hair so that he
looked more like a boy than they did.  But knowing that in return for his
submission he would be rewarded by the thing he now realised he coveted
above all else - the opportunity to worship and bring pleasure to yet
another horny Indian lad.

Buoyed by such thoughts, David lovingly peeled back the lad's foreskin,
caressed the head of his penis with the tip of his tongue and licked his
way up and down the silky outside of his shaft. The tang of spices mingled
deliciously with the manly odours of sweat and urine as he gradually
engulfed the whole of the lad's penis in his mouth and languidly slid his
taut lips up and down its length until he had the youngster groaning with
pleasure.

"Wow! You got him well trained!" the lad gasped to his friend in a voice
with a distinct Indian accent, stroking David on the head to show his
approval. "This is just amazing Alim! I never thought you'd be able to pull
it off! But you have!"

He then added in a confiding whisper that set David's heart racing, "He's
fucking gorgeous!"

Gentler with the teacher than his companions had been, the lad reached out
to fondle David's nipples and chuckled when they instantly hardened as he
rubbed them between his fingertips.

The teacher clung to the boy's slender buttocks overcome with emotion at
his tenderness. To demonstrate his gratitude he voluntarily took his cock
all the way to the back of his throat and held it there.

"He takes it deep throat too!" the lad exclaimed.

"Yeh, that was one of the first things we trained him to do," boasted Alim
with a giggle.  "Now he's a complete slut! Seems to get off on everything
you do to him... just look at his dick... it's stiff as a pole!"

He reached down between the teacher's legs and slapped his cock from side
to side with the flat of his hand. The moment he stopped it returned
upright harder than ever.

"See what I mean!" Alim chuckled taking another mouthful of his beer.

"Get him to lick your balls," he advised, "he's good at that - you may like
it!"

At his mate's suggestion the lad extracted his glistening cock from the
teacher's mouth and eased his pants down to his knees. Overhearing their
conversation the teacher immediately sank his head between the lad's
thighs, stuck out his tongue and lapped at his scrotum as though he were a
dog in the park.

David had never heard himself discussed like this before but despite it
being so demeaning found it a huge turn-on. To demonstrate the extent of
his devotion he would gladly have licked both Indian lads from the tops of
their raven-haired heads to the pallid soles of their feet.

Astonished both by the delightful sensations and the sight of the teacher
humiliating himself by licking his genitals like an excited puppy, the lad
became even more aroused and began tugging on his cock.

"Told you you'd like it!" Alim trumpeted as he witnessed his mate's
pleasure. "But you don't have to settle for just a blow-job you know!" he
added, sliding a finger into his mouth and slicking it up with spittle,
"He's got a nice tight arse as well!"

While his mate looked on Alim reached down and casually inserted his digit
into David's hole, then slowly eased it in and out to make squirm. "He's
been fucked twice so far, once by Rajesh and once by me," he added, "Today
it's your turn!"

But not at that precise moment, as after hearing Alim's words, the lad was
unable to contain his excitement a second longer and cried out, "I'm going
to cum!"

The older lad chuckled as his mate's cock erupted spectacularly and
splattered a shower of spunk over the crouching teacher's features.

In the space of a week Alim had turned David from a sharply-dressed,
ambitious young teacher into his cum-hungry sex slave.

He removed his finger from David's arse, dipped it into some of the spunk
adorning his face and inserted it into his mouth.

"Lick it!" he demanded.

The teacher meekly obeyed.

* * * * * * * *

"Just give me a few minutes and I'll be able to cum again," Alim's
companion assured his friend with a chuckle after heaving a contented sigh
and backing away from the kneeling teacher to take another swig of his
beer. "I wouldn't want to miss my turn at fucking him while I've got the
chance!"

With his mate looking on, Alim amused himself by wiping off the rest of his
cum from David's face and inserting it into his mouth for him to
swallow. "Hope your arse was clean boy!" he added as he slid his gooey
fingers between the teacher's lips, "otherwise you'll be eating your own
shit as well as my mate's cum!"

The younger lad found this riotously funny and burst into peals of laughter
- the alcohol was clearly already starting to have an effect.

"Good boy!" added Alim, patting David on the head once he'd swallowed the
lot.

Taken by the notion of reducing the teacher to his pet, Alim pulled his
head around by the ears, roughed up his face between his hands, then prised
his fingers into his mouth and playfully wrestled with him as though he
were his dog. The sight was so demeaning that his companion soon joined in
the fun.

Poor David didn't know whether he was coming or going as the intoxicated
pair took advantage of his vulnerability and alternately stroked, slapped
and tickled him until he was reduced to a hysterical heap on the floor.

It was all very good humoured until David accidentally knocked over the
Alim's can of beer.  Although it was quickly retrieved by his mate so only
a fraction of its contents were spilt the mood changed instantly.

Alim grabbed David by the ear, forced his head down to the floor and rubbed
his face into the shallow puddle of lager. Deciding this was not sufficient
punishment, he then sandwiched the teacher's head between his legs and
landed a sharp slap on his upturned backside and urged his friend to follow
his lead.

Tickled by idea of giving a teacher a spanking, he followed Alim's example
and the two of them matched each other slap for slap - switching from one
of the teacher's buttocks to the other haphazardly to keep him guessing
where the next blow would land.

David tightened his muscles and took the blows stoically at first, paranoid
lest someone would overhear him should he cry out. Although the bike shed
was located well away from the other school buildings he feared the noise
of his spanking would carry and if he dared to yell the caretaker might
come to investigate and his disgrace become public!

So when the pain became too much for him to bear he resorted to reaching
out a hand to attempt to defend himself.

"Take your hand away!" Alim demanded immediately, only to land more slaps
on David's arse the moment he complied!

"Grab his wrists!" Alim sighed to his mate in frustration when the
traumatised teacher returned to trying to fend off their blows once more.

"I've a better idea," his mate replied after spotting David's tie hanging
down from his bike.  With a grin he fastened it tightly around the
teacher's wrists and passed the other end around his neck to hold his hands
out of their way.

Able to continue unimpeded the lads resumed taking turns at landing a blow,
competing with each other to see who could hit the teacher the hardest.

As a welter of slaps rained down on his bare backside David started to
panic. He tried moving his arse from side to side to avoid the blows but
this only led to him receiving even harsher treatment.

The more the teacher struggled the more the lads' excitement increased,
fuelled by the sight and sounds of his suffering. Unable to break free,
David realised that the only response that was going to be acceptable to
his tormentors was his complete capitulation. So he gave up trying to
escape the pain and instead burst into tears.

Once the floodgates had been opened David began to sob and whimper
uncontrollably letting out a forlorn wail after receiving every new
blow. Now it was it was the lads' turn to become concerned that the noise
might be overheard!

But rather than show the teacher any mercy Alim nodded to his mate to
retrieve a sock from one of David's shoes and stuff it into his mouth.

Once his cries were muffled, they carried on the spanking him for a few
minutes longer before Alim finally motioned his mate to halt so he could
inspect the teacher's arse.

Even in the darkness it was easy to see two angry pink ovals disfiguring
the whiteness of David's previously unblemished buttocks.

"That'll do!" Alim announced, signalling his mate to remove the tie from
David's neck and wrists while he laid a hand on each cheek of his pummelled
backside to sample the heat radiating from them.

"But let that be a lesson to you!" he warned the teacher, landing one final
slap on his arse before releasing his head from between his legs. "You ever
step out of line again that's what you'll get - only next time it'll be
with a belt!"

Alim pulled the chastened teacher onto his haunches and squatted down in
front of him. He placed his fingers beneath his chin and lifted David's
tear-stained face upwards so he could examine it at close quarters.

The teacher shied away sullenly, refusing to look his tormentor in the
eyes. He had been shocked by the lad's cruelty and found it hard to hide
his resentment.

Alim extracted the sock from David's mouth and used it to gently wipe away
the moisture from his face.

Taking his cue from his leader, his accomplice wrapped a comforting arm
around the teacher's shoulders and gave him an affectionate hug as though
he were a small child.

Though David realised their sympathy was bogus, given they were the ones
responsible for his suffering, he accepted it at face value and his
resentment was soon replaced by gratitude.

Well, they had eventually brought his suffering to an end and what about
the tenderness they were now lavishing upon him?

He soon found himself overwhelmed by a rush of affection towards the lads
and filled with an overpowering urge to demonstrate his love for them
despite what they had just done to him!

In a spontaneous show of submission David wrapped his arms around Alim's
waist and rubbed his face into his groin. Finding his cock already erect he
quickly extracted it from his pants and slid it into his
mouth. Unchallenged by either lad he proceeded to comfort himself by
sucking on it as they looked on. This was where he belonged!

Aroused by the sight of the teacher's complete surrender, Alim and his
companion manoeuvred David's body upwards until he was bent over with his
legs spread wide apart, at a convenient height for the younger lad to enter
him.

With his head nestled in the warmth and darkness of Alim's groin, David was
transported into a sensuous world of his own. He gorged on the lad's
slender cock, inhaling its heady scents, feeling the silky softness of its
taut skin against his face and lips, swallowing his secretions as though
they were nectar, while at his rear he felt the other lad's dick slowly
embedding itself deep inside him. Alternating waves of pleasure and pain
emanated from a ring of fire centred on his anus as the excited youngster's
thighs hit against his tenderised rump with increasing rapidity.

Clearly overjoyed at fucking the humiliated teacher, the lad grinned across
at Alim eager to show his gratitude.

"Never thought... I'd ever be fucking... a teacher!" he gasped in between
thrusts, chuckling in disbelief, "or giving one a spanking!" he added as an
equally arousing afterthought.

"When you and Rajesh go to college... can I have him?" he asked, wondering
if the opportunity to fuck David might ever come his way again.

"I don't know about that, Shar," his leader responded with mock gravity,
"I've a feeling Fakir might have plans for him after I leave."

"Oh, I wouldn't mind sharing him with your brother," the lad conceded. "But
I reckon Fakir'd probably want someone older around just in case he ever
stepped out of line..."

"I wouldn't worry too much about that!" Alim sneered, "We've got so much
dirt on Mr Smith here that a five year old could keep him in check!"

"I showed him the pics we took of him this morning," he added. "He knows
that if he dares to put so much as a foot wrong there'll be pics of him
wanking-off naked with "I am a paedo" written on his chest splashed all
over the internet!"

Although only catching snatches of their conversation, David noticed that
the lads were no longer bothering to conceal their names from him. The lad
fucking him was called "Sharif" and the big lad "Rajesh".

That they should argue about who would own him in the future set David's
heart thumping.  They wanted him! They wanted to keep on fucking him! He
was overjoyed!

He kept repeating their names in his head so he would not forget them,
storing them away in his memory alongside that of Alim and Fakir as though
they were precious jewels - adding them to the growing litany of Indian
lads who had fucked him.

10. Arse licker!

"Hang on a minute, I want to take some more pics before we go," Alim told
his mate, as they uncoupled themselves from their respective ends of the
teacher's body after injecting him with two more generous helpings of
Indian spunk.

"Down on all fours!" he barked at David, zipping up his trousers and
pulling the camera from his pocket.

"Open the door a crack Shar," he demanded, "we need to let more light
in..."

Sharif opened the door warily and took a brief look around outside to check
no one was watching before propping it open with his back and finishing off
the last dregs from the two cans of beer.

"Stick your bum up in the air!" Alim demanded anxious to get close-up shots
of the teacher's reddened arse and his freshly fucked hole as his mate's
cum slowly dribbled out of it.

While Alim was busy taking pictures, Sharif's gaze settled on the heap of
clothes hanging over the crossbar of David's bike and an idea struck
him. He wedged one of the empty beer cans into the hinge of the door to
keep it ajar and walked across to examine them more closely, picking up the
teacher's discarded sock and tie from the floor along the way.

Alim was enjoying himself by making David stand with his hands on his head,
first facing the camera to display his completely shaved body and then
facing the wall with his head bowed, displaying his reddened arse like a
naughty boy who had just been spanked.

The pics would make a great addition to the ones they had already
taken. Though no longer needed to ensure David's co-operation - they
catalogued the teacher's transformation from man to boy and recorded the
humiliating punishment he had allowed them to impose on him.

Sharif's thoughts were focussed on more mundane things however. While
David's back was turned he sidled across to his mate, tapped him on the
shoulder and motioned him outside so he could have a word with him.

"Get yourself hard!" Alim barked at David as a parting shot before
following his companion out through the door, "What's up?"

"I could do with some smart clothes..." Sharif whispered so the teacher
would not overhear, "I've got this interview on Friday... and his stuff is
just my size..."

"You can have 'em! Help yourself!" Alim responded immediately, generous to
a fault with other people's possessions - he could afford to be, after all
he already had David's watch wrapped around his wrist and a œ20 note of
his tucked in his back pocket!

The two lads quickly returned indoors and while Alim resumed photographing
David Sharif quietly deposited his own clothes in the crumpled plastic bag
that had contained their beer and donned the expensive ones the teacher had
invested in to impress his pupils. He'd certainly succeeded in impressing
at least one of them - but not in the way he had intended!

Although he desperately wanted to cum while the lads were still around,
David's cock refused to stiffen - the severity of the spanking he had just
received seemed to have rendered him temporarily impotent.

Fast losing patience, Alim had the teacher roll around on the dirt-strewn
floor like a dog while he took more pictures until his whole body was
covered in grime.

"Looks like he's not going to be able to cum again!" he commented to Sharif
when this also failed to rouse David's shrivelled cock. "Unless you can
provide him with some inspiration!"  he added, casting his eye over his
smartly dressed companion with a mischievous grin on his face. "Come over
here Sharif and show teach your new outfit!"

When David peered up at him from the floor his first thought was how
handsome the lad now looked dressed in his smart clothes... his second was
how much more deserving he was of them than himself. He was now where he
belonged - down in the gutter crawling around naked on the floor, rolling
around in the dirt!

The teacher's hand went down to his crotch and he wrapped his fist around
his cock as it stiffened rapidly. Now the youngsters had purloined his
clothes, would he have to go home naked he wondered...

After being proved right almost instantly, Alim decided he would prevail
upon his mate to provide some additional inspiration he guessed would
excite the teacher.

"Give teach a quick flash of your backside Sharif!" he chuckled.

Taken aback by his request, Sharif hesitated for a moment. Then he realised
his compliance was expected as payback for the favour he had just been
granted by the gang leader, so decided he'd better comply.

He unfastened his belt, turned around so his arse could be seen by the
teacher, and whilst wiggling his hips playfully, gradually lowered David's
smart trousers over the curve of his arse.

"And now your pants!" Alim prompted.

Reluctantly Sharif let his trousers fall to his ankles and slid his ragged
pants downwards to reveal the pale brown skin of his backside while David
looked on wanking frenetically.

"Now squat over his face!" Alim added, directing his mate's rear-end
downwards until it was positioned directly above the teacher's head.

 "Stick out your tongue!" he demanded of David, drawing his companion's
buttocks and the teacher's face closer together so he could capture both in
the lens of his camera.

At the thought of the indignity that was to come David let out a moan and
wanked more urgently than ever. Although he had never done such a thing in
his life before, the degradation involved in having to lick the Indian
youngster's backside instantly brought him to the brink of orgasm.

"Now lick his arse!" Alim demanded, checking his friend's face for an
indication of whether or not the teacher had complied.

Fearful that the lad's arse might not be clean, David held his breath and
slowly raised his head from the floor until his nose and mouth were buried
in his crack. Simultaneously repulsed and thrilled to the core by this
ultimate of humiliations, when he failed to detect the smell of shit, David
obediently stuck out his tongue...

"He doing it?" Alim demanded of his mate, as he watched the teacher
continue pulling furiously on his cock.

"He certainly is!" his friend grinned back, bursting into a fit of giggles
as he witnessed the teacher's whole body convulse in a cathartic orgasm and
his spunk erupt into the air at high velocity.

"I'd never thought I'd ever get a teacher to lick my arse!" he confessed
shaking his head in awe of his leader's audacity, "You are truly a-maz-ing
Alim!"

* * * * * * * *

"Leave him your old uniform to go home in Shar," Alim proposed with a grin
as the lad finished fastening up his pants. "We can't have teach wondering
the streets stark naked or he'll get himself arrested!"

"Okay, that's fine by me," Sharif chuckled good humouredly, "I won't be
needing it much longer in any case!"

Whilst Alim turned his attention back to David, Sharif jettisoned the
teacher's keys and wallet and transferred his meagre possessions from his
old clothes to his new ones, then hurriedly crammed the lot back into the
plastic bag.

Looking like a rosy cheeked mudlark in a Victorian painting, David lay
slumped on the bike shed floor, coated with grime but with a blissfully
contented smile on his face. His juvenile, tearstained face was flushed
red, along with his tumescent cock which stood out proud against the pallor
of a belly and thighs completely bereft of body hair. So fetching was the
sight that Alim couldn't resist adding a few final pics to their collection
to record the teacher's humiliation before they left.

 "Let's go!" Sharif pleaded, keen to avoid being spotted by anyone who
might recognise the clothes he was wearing belonged to the teacher.

"Okay, okay!" responded Alim taking one last snap and then sliding his hand
into his pocket.

"Here's your pics Mr Smith," he chuckled, throwing the memory stick the
teacher had given him that morning on top of the bag containing his mate's
discarded clothes, "You've earned 'em!"

* * * * * * * *

As soon as the shed door slammed shut David roused himself and looked
around for something he could use to clean himself up. Save for his bike,
the room was bare apart from the bulging plastic bag the lads had left
behind them. Past caring, he rubbed the cum into his torso so it would dry
faster and crawled across the floor to examine what they'd left in the bag
for him to wear.

Finding his wallet and keys, along with the memory stick Alim had left him,
perched on top, he heaved a sigh of relief. At least he could unlock his
cycle and get into his flat - but what would he have to wear for the
journey home?

He quickly rummaged through the rest of the bag's the contents. One pair of
grey trousers shiny at the rear from excessive wear, two battered trainers
with hardly any tread left on them, two un-matched blue socks with holes in
their toes, a faded blue shirt fraying at the cuffs and a threadbare jacket
with an almost obliterated school crest on its breast pocket.  Sadly there
were no underpants as David had failed to supply Sharif with any new ones!

Although an outsider would have judged him the worse off from the exchange,
David was more than happy. He held the bundle of clothes up to his nose and
breathed in the same distinctive odour of the youngster's body that he had
just sampled at close quarters and recited Sharif's name out loud.

He then donned the lad's clothing one item at a time until his
transformation from teacher to pupil was complete. He straddled his bike
and sped off with his head down in the hope that no one would recognise him
- he could hardly wait to get home to write up his latest adventures and
wank over the pictures Alim had given him.