Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2016 19:35:04 +0800 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapters 19 & 20 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 The work published here is previously unpublished and all my own, with all rights reserved.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. 19. Refugee After his bath, David rustled up a meal from whatever he could find in the kitchen cupboards and as evening approached Sharif reluctantly announced that he would have to return home. Typically, David's thoughts returned to work the moment the lad left, and he began fretting about school the following day. Due to the party, he had done none of the marking and preparation he had planned to do over the weekend. He anxiously checked his teaching schedule for Monday, identified the tasks that were the most urgent and doggedly worked his way through them. Although he felt exhausted by the time he'd finished and desperately needed to catch up with his sleep, he was determined to update his diary before going to bed, anxious to record the momentous events of the last two days before he forgot a single moment. Halfway through his account, he was reminded of the pics they had taken in the park. He checked his phone and heaved a sigh of relief when he discovered Sharif had copied, but not deleted them. David retrieved the memory stick from its hiding place in the cereal packet and downloaded them onto it as though there was a danger they might spontaneously self-destruct if he didn't secure them immediately. He was about to take a look at them, but decided to hold off this treat until he had finished writing up his diary. He knew the moment he saw the images of Sharif naked, he was likely to want to wank-off yet again. So he persuaded himself to wait a bit longer and end the day the same way as he had started it, admiring every nook and cranny of the sweet young Indian's lad's slender brown body. After documenting the latest twists and turns in his personal odyssey, David found himself feeling remarkably optimistic. Compared with his frightened, lonely and frustrated existence prior to meeting the lads, the intensity of what he had experienced over the weekend had blown his mind and had made him feel that, at long last, he was living life to the full. Whilst on the face of it, his life as a teacher proceeded as normal, each day had now become an adventure, packed with physical and emotional highs and lows, new pleasures and torments, new risks and new rewards. The lads had not only fulfilled his wildest fantasies but gone far beyond them to introduce him to pleasures he had never dreamed existed! It was real, it was dangerous, it was unpredictable and he was relishing every second of it! Although he knew it might be wise to consider the downside of what might lie ahead for him and attempt to mitigate the lads' potential excesses, he left that for another day and instead moved on to view the photographs of Sharif that had so fortuitously ended up in his hands. With his cock already hard in anticipation of what he was about to see, the teacher raced through the pics of himself until he came to those of the chastened Sharif parting with his clothes until he stood naked in the midst of the greenery. Bathed in light from the summer sun, the camera captured every detail of the Indian lad's distinctive beauty, along with the frightened looks whenever he feared discovery and the look of indignation on his face as he submitted to the humiliation of having to display himself naked in front of him yet again. Determined to take advantage of this golden opportunity, David had taken pics from all angles, both from a distance and close-up and was now able to reap the reward for his efforts. He guessed Alim had also instructed him to make sure the pics were "sexy" again, as once he was devoid of his clothes, Sharif had began pulling on his cock to get it hard. Despite the youngster's initial reluctance, the motion had the intended effect and his cock gradually thickened from one shot to the next until was posing fully erect! Although the pictures were similar to the multitude of others David had viewed on-line the feelings they aroused in him were very different. This time round he did not have to imagine what it would be like to touch and hold their subject in his arms - this time he already knew! Only that afternoon he had kissed those lips, stared into those big brown eyes, and felt the smoothness of the lad's silky skin. He had held him in his arms, shared his breath, gently caressed his cheek, stroked his hair, licked, sucked and tasted every part of him... Unable to restrain himself any longer, David came for the umpteenth time that day. Afterwards, he scanned through the remainder of the pics he had taken of the lad - the more demeaning ones - and found himself torn by a mix of conflicting emotions. Yes, he found the ones of Sharif humbled, down on all fours, wearing a dog collar and being led around on a leash arousing, but realised that Alim would too! The pics he had taken of the youngster would give the gang leader a hold over the lad as strong as the one he had over himself. Now both of them could be compelled to do whatever he wanted or face public ridicule. The pictures told nothing of the threats of violence and blackmail confronting them as they posed and would instead be thought to be the result of them having an exhibitionist streak or their desire for money. They faced not only the risk of having their naked bodies exposed to all and sundry but their sexuality and sexual submission broadcast to the world as well. Such pics were not just humiliating but could also be used to misrepresent their desires and recruit others to participate in their abuse. * * * * * * * * "Is that the doorbell ringing?" David wondered, after being awoken from his slumbers. After cumming four times in one day, the teacher had gone to bed and despite his worries had fallen asleep the moment his head had hit the pillow. "There it goes again!" It was still dark. He checked the clock at his bedside and discovered it was only 1am. Bleary-eyed, David pulled on his bathrobe, put on the hall light and stumbled down the stairs to check out who it was. As a precaution he put on the chain lock before easing open the door then peered through crack into the darkness outside. "Who is it?" he demanded. "It's me!" replied Sharif. After hearing the youngster's voice, David hurriedly unhooked the chain and threw open the door. There was Sharif but not looking anything like he had when he had left him just a few hours earlier. The clothes he had provided the youngster with were gone and in their place were a ragged vest and a pair of baggy knee-length shorts. On his feet were two pairs of crumpled socks coated with dirt and stained with blood - but no shoes! "Whatever's happened?" the teacher asked. "I was robbed!" he sobbed, "Can I stay the night with you?" When he saw him stumble, David rushed to help him over the threshold and up the stairs. The lad's feet were in a bad way - he had clearly walked a long distance without any footwear. The teacher sat Sharif down in the kitchen and peeled off the socks while the youngster winced. The soles of his feet were not only blistered and cut but also very dirty. David filled the washing-up bowl with water sorted out some antiseptic and cotton wool and then knelt at the lad's feet. While he gently rubbed away the dirt, the lad shared his latest tale of woe. * * * * * * * * It was still daylight when Sharif had arrived back on the estate. People were sitting outside enjoying the warmth of the summer evening and some even nodded to him as he walked passed. The only discordant note came from a group of youngsters kicking around a football in the car park who when they saw him stopped their game and eyed him with suspicion as he walked past - but that was nothing new. However, the moment he entered the door of his parent's home all hell broke loose. His mum and dad must have been listening out for him as they intercepted him before he could sneak up to his bedroom and bombarded him with questions. "Where've you been? We've been worried sick!" his mother began. "I wasn't feeling well so I stayed over at my mate's house!" "You've got a phone - you could have rung to tell us!" "The battery was flat," he lied, "I keep telling you I need a new one!" "You could've borrowed someone else's!" That silenced him for a moment, giving his dad the opportunity to join in. "He's been drinking again I bet - passed out - was that it son?" his dad guessed with remarkable accuracy, "Or is it drugs now?" "I'm not stupid, I don't do drugs!" Sharif retorted, angry that his parent's always seemed to think the worst of him. "Besides with the pocket money you give me how could I afford to get drunk?" "Which of your mates did you stay with?" asked his mother. "Mum I'm seventeen," he pleaded not keen to answer this question in case she checked up on him, "I'm old enough to look after myself!" Overhearing raised voices, Sharif's 14 year old sister came down the stairs. When Sharif looked up at her he noticed she had her mobile phone in her hand and there were tears in her eyes. She pushed past her parents and silently held the screen up to her brother's face. On it he saw a picture of him in the park naked with his hands over his crotch, forlornly attempting to persuade the two black girls to give him back his shorts. "Karen sent it me. It's been sent to everyone!" she moaned. The black girls had lost no time sharing the pics they had taken with their mates; with a caption added saying they had caught Sharif flashing in the park. "What was you doing in the park?" she screeched, "All the girls at school will have seen these pics by tomorrow! How am I going to live it down?" "I was drunk... it was a dare," was the best Sharif excuse could come up with off the top of his head. "So you admit you were drinking!" his dad chimed in, feeling vindicated. "He says he did it for a dare!" his sister echoed in disgust, meanly handing the phone over to her step-dad to ensure her embarrassment of a brother got what he had coming to him. His dad peered down at the picture and then erupted. "You stupid fool - I suppose you think that's the only way to get yourself a girlfriend!" His wife peered over his shoulder and recoiled in horror when she saw the picture, "Sharif, what on earth have you been up to?" "Fails his exams, bunks off school, no prospect of a job, gets drunk and now he's taken up flashing!" His father sounded off, adding his latest transgression to a familiar list of his son's failings. "My son the pervert! It makes a father feel proud!" "I'm not a kid anymore and I'm not your son either!" retorted Sharif, at a loss as to how to defend himself from their criticism but clear that he had suffered it for long enough. He knew he was a disappointment to his family, but it didn't seem to matter what he did, they were never satisfied! "I don't have to put up with this shit any longer - I'm leaving!" Sharif stomped upstairs to his bedroom, slammed the door shut behind him and flung himself down on the bed. As his anger cooled he realised that for once he really didn't have to put up with his parent's endless carping. He had somewhere he could escape to - a place where someone actually liked him! On impulse, he dragged his bag down from the top of the wardrobe and threw the only things he possessed that were of any value into it along with a few clothes and his toothbrush. Taken by surprise that this was not the usual idle threat they had heard from their son many times before, Sharif was able to storm out of the door before his parents had time to stop him. * * * * * * * * He hadn't got far when he noticed the same group of younger lads who had eyed him with hostility earlier had begun to follow him. He increased his pace, but so did they. He changed direction and ducked into the deserted car park beneath the flats to try to shake them off. But unlike him, they weren't toting a heavy bag, so soon managed to head him off. "Flasher!" called out one of the lads once they had him cornered. "Pervert!" taunted another. Emboldened by the naked pics of him being circulated round the estate, they had decided the Indian lad was fair game for yet further humiliation - especially when he was alone and there were four of them! "Like taking your clothes off Sharif?" "Give us a flash!" they demanded. "Come on don't be shy! Show us your arse!" "Fuck off!" Sharif replied defiantly, but with neither Alim nor Rajesh around to back him up, he realised he was in trouble. That was all the provocation they needed. The biggest lad ran up to him and made a grab for his bag. With everything he had of value stowed inside it, Sharif wasn't about to give it up easily and clung onto it like grim death. So much so, that another of the kids came to the aid of the first one and a tug of war ensued. But hanging onto his bag with both hands meant Sharif was vulnerable from the rear, allowing the other two to attack him from behind unhindered. One caught hold of him by the legs in a rugby tackle and when he fell to the ground both smothered his lower body and wrenched off his shoes to prevent him from kicking them. After losing his footing, Sharif was hauled across the concrete floor still hanging onto his precious bag, making it straightforward for the other two to drag his borrowed jeans and pants off him by pulling them down in the opposite direction. That accomplished, the duo returned to grab one of the Indian lad's arms each and, between the four of them, finally managed to loosen his grip on the bag and prise it out of his hands. "Help! Help me!" Sharif shouted forlornly still unwilling to accept defeat, only to have the lads muffle the sound of his cries by dragging his shirt up over his head. Like hungry vultures the lads tore off the rest of his clothes and before anyone turned up to witness their crime, the youngsters gathered up their booty and sped off in different directions - leaving a tearful Sharif sprawled on the floor naked at a loss as to which one to chase after. "Flasher!" was the next thing Sharif heard. All his cries for help had achieved was attracting a different posse of kids to taunt him! He gave them an evil look and slowly rose to his feet, brushing the dust from his body and rubbing the bruises that now adorned his knees and elbows. "Fuck off!" he shrieked as a flash went off and one of the latest arrivals took his picture with a mobile phone. But the kids took no notice, carried on taking pictures regardless and began shouting "flasher, flasher" in chorus while he attempted to figure out what to do next. Although his parents' flat was close by, the last thing Sharif wanted to do was crawl home naked after the argument he'd just had with them. But what else could he do? How could he reach the sanctuary of David's flat with no clothes, no money and no phone? Then he remembered there were some washing lines at the back of the flats - with any luck there would be some clothes still hung up there that he could put on. Telling the youngsters to "fuck off" once again, he dashed past them and to his relief discovered some washing was still left hanging outside to dry. Not enough to give him much of a choice but sufficient to allow him to walk the streets without drawing undue attention to himself. With the kids still chanting he put on the few things that fitted him. There were no shoes of course, so he put on a couple of pairs of socks to protect his feet - as with no money, phone or bus pass he would have to make his way to the teacher's home on foot. After directing a final mouthful of abuse at his young tormentors, Sharif left the estate vowing never to return, only to begin what soon seemed an endless journey. He didn't know the route to David's flat so went the wrong way a couple of times and hid whenever a police car passed by in case they picked him up, but he had got there in the end, albeit at one in the morning! By the time Sharif had finished telling his tale, David had bandaged up his swollen feet. He helped him stagger into the bedroom where he tried his best to comfort him until the two of them fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms. 20. Doing the Math Two days later, David was crouched beneath the desk in his living room with his mouth clamped around Alim's dick while the Indian lad worked on his laptop. The teacher was naked apart from the dog collar encircling his neck and the chastity device clamped around his genitals. With the exams over, attendance at school had become optional as far as the Indian lad was concerned, so he now had the time to put his mind to how he could make the most of the hold he had over the teacher. On Monday evening he had sent David a text demanding he call in sick the following day so he could visit his flat "to sort a few things out with him". He told the teacher to go through his personal and household accounts beforehand to make sure any information and documents he might need were available. The message had sent David into a panic. There were all too many ways the unscrupulous lad could exploit him financially, he realised, he just hoped Alim wouldn't be so greedy that he would force him to abandon his new life in the capital and have to return back home to live with his parents! His biggest nightmare was if the lad made him take out a loan or run up debts on his credit cards that he couldn't repay or spent all his salary so he could no longer pay his bills. There was also the small matter of Sharif having moved in with him, which Alim knew nothing about! Given relations were not good between the pair, he doubted it would meet with his approval. Since he had arrived, Sharif had stayed indoors watching TV resting his feet, so that by Tuesday morning he could just about get into a pair of sandals and stagger down the stairs unaided, to vacate the flat prior to Alim's arrival. David had given him some money to buy lunch and a cheap mobile phone to replace the one he'd had stolen, and suggested he spend the day in the nearby library. He was to text him on the new phone number so he could let him know when the coast was clear. Given he had come with nothing, it hadn't taken long for David to remove all traces of Sharif's presence from the flat. Then, despite his misgivings, he had complied with Alim's demands: phoned in sick, prepared his accounts and set up his laptop ready for him to use. But it was with some trepidation that he had waited for him down in the hallway, devoid of his clothes, down on his knees, with his arse in the air. Alim had kept him waiting like that for half an hour before finally turning up at 10am and letting himself in with the newly cut key. "Make me a coffee!" was his master's first demand, giving the teacher a kick up the backside. * * * * * * * * With the aid of two cups of coffee, it took less than half an hour for Alim's razor sharp intellect to check through David's accounts and draw up a budget showing the teacher's monthly income and expenditure. "After all the bills are paid each month I reckon there's around £600 left over from your salary," he concluded. "Allowing for the extra costs of you entertaining us here, I reckon you can afford to pay us £100 a week for fucking you - which seems pretty cheap to me!" "There'll be no more squandering your spare cash on luxuries such as holidays, clothes, eating out, going to movies and the like. You'll have the pleasure of our company instead!" "You are to pay all the bills and settle your credit card at the end of the month as normal - use cash from your savings account to cover any shortfall if needs be." "You will start to buy groceries not just for yourself but also for your guests and cook meals for us as well as yourself. So best find out what we like to eat. You can put beer at the top of your shopping list - the sort you got in for the party is fine!" "You will keep the place clean and tidy up every day so it's ready for our use." "You will do the laundry every week - for yourself and your guests." "You will withdraw £100 in cash every week and give it to me personally." "All clear, paedo?" Alim asked finally, reminding him once more why he had little alternative but to say yes. "Yes, Sir." mumbled David humbly, realising that the lad had taken complete charge of his life and reorganised it to suit himself in just 30 minutes! "Make me another coffee, then put your work clothes on and go to the bank to get me the first instalment." "You can take off the collar before you go out, but leave the cock cage on. Make sure you strip and put it back on as soon as you get back!" "Off you go!" * * * * * * * * When David returned from the bank he paused at the door to take off his clothes and put on the collar before rushing up the stairs. He found Alim in the living room, sitting on the sofa studying his laptop. He fell to his knees, crawled across to him and handed over the five twenty pound notes he'd just withdrawn from the cash machine. "Good boy!" Alim responded, taking it from him and patting him on the head. But after he'd slipped the notes into his pocket he heaved a heavy sigh. "But you've been keeping things back from me again, haven't you?" Not sure if Alim knew something for definite or was just fishing to see what he'd say in response, David was unsure how best to answer. "Nothing to say? It'll go easier with you if you do..." When David again didn't respond, Alim heaved an even more dramatic sigh. "I think I've been more than fair with you money-wise - don't you think? Given that with a snap of my fingers I could land you out of a job and in clink by letting it be known you're a paedo..." David swallowed hard and nodded his head in agreement. "As I keep having to explain to you, Mr Smith, I own you now. That means you don't keep secrets from me. That means you get my permission before you do anything that affects me." "I'll give you one last chance to confess what you've been up to - if you persist in lying to me you're going to find yourself punished in ways you're definitely not going to like!" he warned. He knew everything, David concluded, suddenly wracked with guilt that he'd attempted to deceive the handsome gang leader, who had been so much more reasonable in his demands than he'd feared. Filled with remorse, he kissed the lad's feet in a show of submission and begged for his forgiveness. Within minutes the teacher had "confessed" to all the measures he had taken to protect his privacy prior to the lad's arrival - deleting his browsing history, transferring his contacts and porn collection onto a memory stick and had even revealed that he had been keeping a diary of everything that had happened to him since they had first met. When Alim remained silent, clearly unimpressed by what he had told him, so far, David took another deep breath and admitted that Sharif was staying at the flat, that he had persuaded him not to make him wear the cock cage and that they had had sex on multiple occasions - all without Alim's knowledge or permission. "Is that the lot?" asked his inquisitor. David nodded and returned to kissing his feet frenetically, to plead for his forgiveness. He was tempted to confess about the hidden key to the cock cage and the memory stick as well, but couldn't bring himself to do it! He just couldn't bear the thought of being surrounded by the beautiful Indian lads he had lusted after for so long and not be able to wank off over them or their pictures. Besides, how could Alim possibly know about them? "You have been very bad... very bad indeed!" Alim pronounced, pulling David's tear-stained face up from his feet and forcing him to look him in the face, "But at least you have been honest with me at last!" "Fakir told me he thought Sharif was still around on Sunday," he explained, "and his mum phoned us up yesterday to see if I knew where he was." "Don't worry, I told her I didn't know, which was true at the time, but it didn't take much to figure out where he must be staying..." "As far as the other stuff's concerned, I'm not interested in reading what you've written in your smutty little diary, your taste in porn or knowing about the kinky websites you visit." "I don't want to know about your friends and family either - just make damn sure none of them come here while we're around! It goes without saying if you want to visit any of them you'll need my permission." "That clear?" David nodded contritely. Alim looked him directly in the eyes to check his sincerity. Finding it devoid of the least trace of defiance, he smiled and gave the teacher the opportunity to demonstrate his devotion by sliding a couple of his fingers into his mouth for him to suck on. The teacher immediately gobbled them up and continued kissing his hand repeatedly in a further display of submission and gratitude. Becoming aroused, Alim set the laptop aside, pushed David's head down to his groin and rubbed his face against his hardening cock. "So, what do you think I should do about your bad behaviour?" he asked. "Punish me, Sir." David mumbled, giving the answer expected, despite fretting about how painful an experience his punishment might turn out to be. Alim pulled the teacher's head up by the ear, draped his naked body across his lap and rested his right hand on the pale curves of David's buttocks. He caressed them gently before taking aim, raising his hand and bringing it down on them with a resounding slap. After landing half a dozen blows on each cheek Alim began punctuating the teacher's spanking with a list his sins: "That's for deleting your browsing history!" "That's for deleting your contacts list." "That's for hiding your porn!" "That's for not wearing your cock cage!" "That's for having sex with Sharif without my permission!" "And this is for allowing him to move in with you without asking me first!" By the time he reached the end of the list, David's white arse had two circles of pink adorning it. Although the teacher had found it hard to take, he made no attempt to escape Alim's grip and merely whimpered to indicate his discomfort when the blows gradually increased in ferocity. He berated himself that he deserved to be punished and would just have to learn to bear the pain. After the telling off, Alim again rested his hand on David's buttocks, testing out their temperature and pinching the inflamed skin. Apparently satisfied, he pushed him from his lap and rose to his feet. He led the teacher through to the bedroom down on all fours, unfastened the collar from around his neck and then had him bend over the edge of the bed with his face in the covers and his arse up in the air. Thinking he was about to be fucked, David happily complied. "You are no longer fit to wear my collar and will go completely naked!" Alim declared. Then he took hold of the buckle end of the leather collar and stretched it out fully with his hand. It was short and narrow but it would do the job he had in mind for it. "Now I'm going to give you a taster of the punishment you'll get if you ever try to deceive me again!" he added, adjusting the position of the teacher's arse so it was just where he wanted it. He then pressed his free hand down on the small of the teacher's back to restrain him and balance himself and belted his up-turned arse with the collar with all the strength he could muster. Taken by surprise, David cried out as he felt the blow hit home on his already tender backside and immediately recoiled from the intensity of the pain. To his dismay, he discovered that the hand spanking had just been a warm-up for something far more severe. "You're getting a dozen," Alim warned, "so you best start counting them out in case I lose track!" "Two!" wailed David as another blow followed while the stinging pain from the first one was still reverberating through his body. By the time he'd taken the sixth one, David was begging Alim to stop, but after a brief pause, deceiving the teacher into thinking he had heeded his plea, the lad carried on. "Seven!" he wept, attempting to defend his arse with his hand unsure how many more blows he would be able to take. "Take your hand away and present your arse for punishment!" Alim commanded, waiting calmly for David to comply, then landing the next blow the moment he did. How humiliating was this, thought David in between pauses, to have to continue to present your arse for punishment knowing you are about to receive the most excruciating pain imaginable by doing so. Nevertheless that was exactly what he did, though he resorted to grabbing hold of a pillow to sink his face in to muffle his cries. By the time Alim reached twelve there were a dozen red stripes adorning David's buttocks that would make it difficult for him to sit down for a week. "Now I'm going to fuck you!" Alim whispered in the teacher's ear. "Lie on your back with your legs up in the air like the slut you are. This time I want to see your face while I'm fucking you!" David meekly complied, paradoxically once again feeling gratitude rather than resentment toward his tormentor. As he lay back on the bed holding his legs apart, displaying his hole, he couldn't resist stealing a glance at the tall Indian lad's graceful movements as he undressed and despite all that had gone before, felt a rush of affection overwhelm him. Alim saw him watching and smiled indulgently as he coated his knob with a gob of spit, hooked the teacher legs over his shoulders and prised the full length of his member into his hole inch by inch. Once fully embedded, he folded David's body beneath him until their faces were only inches apart and began to thrust it in and out. The teacher stared back lovingly at the lad's handsome face, relishing the unprecedented intimacy, and just for a moment thought the gang leader was going to kiss him. "I just love fucking you!" Alim confided with a big grin on his face, "And having you suck my dick.... and spanking your arse even more..." The words clearly served to heighten his excitement as the rapidity of his thrusts increased each time he spoke. "Stripping you naked... Fucking you in the school stockroom... and having you wank off out in the corridor... and in the exam hall foyer..." he reminisced. "Spanking your arse in the bike shed and then pissing on you..." Despite his cheeks still being wet from the tears he had shed during his punishment, as Alim revealed the violence of his desire for him, David found himself overwhelmed by equally intense feelings of love toward his young Indian master. Alim cataloguing all the ways he had humiliated him in the past, only made David more determined to please him in the future, however much he might have to sacrifice by way of cash and possessions or the pain he might have to suffer. More than that, he came to realise that it was humiliation that truly excited him, and found himself willing his master on, to take his degradation to ever greater extremes. "I promise I will never deceive you again!" he vowed. Alim gazed into David's adoring eyes and was convinced he meant it. He really was his slave now! There was nothing he couldn't do to him! With this thought in his head, he reached his climax. * * * * * * * * "Take off your cock cage," Alim demanded once his orgasm had subsided, "Or has Sharif still got the key hanging round his neck?" David rushed off to retrieve the key from the bedside table, then called in on the bathroom to remove the cage and clean himself up before returning to kiss Alim's feet. "Now it's your turn to cum!" Alim grinned. Thinking he was going to be allowed to wank off as the reward for his good behaviour, David rolled over on his back and started joyfully pulling on his cock as he continued to lick his master's feet, cock-a-hoot that Alim had opted to remain naked. "I didn't say you could wank yourself off!" the Indian lad chastised him, "Stand up and put your hands on your head!" "Good boy! Now spread your legs wider apart!" Once David had complied, Alim picked up the dog collar from the bed and flexed it menacingly between his hands. Then he swung the leather strap upwards between the teacher's legs until it connected with his balls. Involuntarily David let out a gasp. Amused at this, Alim grinned and did it again, only a little harder this time and once again David gasped. The lad then switched his attention to David's cock and landed several blows on his shaft. In no hurry, Alim continued to playfully reign down blows of varying degrees of ferocity on the teacher's genitals with the dog collar, wondering how long it would take before the teacher begged him to stop. But before that happened, to David's surprise, and his tormentor's delight, his cock began to stiffen. "Keep your hands on your head and concentrate," the Indian lad warned, continuing to slap his cock as well as his balls until David's gasps merged into a continuous whine, "Cos I'm going to carry on hitting you like this until you cum!" Despite the pain he was suffering the threat succeeded in ensuring David's cock got harder still. There was something exciting about allowing someone to inflict pain on you just for their amusement. It was so incredibly humiliating - although he could have walked away or fended off the blows targeted at his manhood, he just stood there and took them, held there by the infatuation he felt for his tormentor and his desire to submit to him. But with no other form of physical stimulation available to him David realised he would have to use his mind if he was to achieve an orgasm before his cock and balls were rendered as raw as his beaten backside. He closed his eyes and cast his mind back to the many other forms of humiliation the Indian lads had imposed on him and, just like Alim had done to bring himself off, recalled the whole narrative of his degradation. The way he had been stripped of his clothing, shorn of his body hair, made to suck the Indian lads' cocks and swallow their cum, been fucked by every one of them, made to lick their soiled shoes and rim their arses, drink their piss, wear a dog collar and crawl around on all fours. How they had taken his money, appropriated his belongings, spanked and pissed on him and made him roll around in the dirt in return - all the while taking photographs to record his humiliation so they could share them with their friends or post them on-line at their whim to extend their hold over him... David's breathing quickened and Alim was taken by surprise after a particularly harsh blow to his dick combined explosively with his thoughts to cause a shudder to pass throughout his whole body. As pain and pleasure merged until they became indistinguishable, David let out a cry as he found his body wracked yet again by the most intense orgasm. Such was its force, that a veritable jet of his semen erupted from his cock and spurted halfway across the room. Alim broke into laughter at what he had witnessed and awarded the shocked teacher an affectionate pat on the head as he sighed with relief. Yet another milestone in David's degradation had been achieved - soon he would have him begging to be punished... "Now go and make me some lunch! I'm hungry!"