Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2016 15:17:53 +0000 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 23 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 The work published here is previously unpublished and all my own, with all rights reserved.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. 23. The Summer Break As the six week long school vacation began, David and Sharif's lives settled into a demanding routine dictated by their blackmailers' eagerness to top up their college fund. Alim or Rajesh, and often both of them, would turn up at the flat unannounced every day to check up on the pair, ensure they got their money, sort out fresh "dates", greet any "clients" and generally lord it over them. Fakir was noticeable by his absence. David suspected that his protective older brother had used his bike as a bribe to keep him away from the place over the vacation so he wouldn't come into contact with any of the punters . But he still had a key, so the teacher remained uneasy that the mischievous youngster might call in on them at an inopportune time. After the deal he had cut with Sharif, Alim had wasted no time setting up a profile for him on the same dating websites that he had used for David. But as before, he had been inundated with messages and had to spend hours sifting through them to identify potential paying customers and then negotiate terms with them. While Alim was busy sorting out dates for them, the two "slaves" (as Alim and Rajesh now referred to David and Sharif) were set to work keeping the flat clean, doing the laundry, shopping and cooking and otherwise ministering to their "Masters" (as they now called themselves) every need. To remind them of their inferior status, David and Sharif were kept naked and collared when inside the flat which allowed the bigger lads to molest them and have them suck their dicks whenever they were feeling horny. To make sure their slaves weren't able to have sex with each other when they weren't around, Alim reinstated Sharif wearing the cock cage until he managed to earn them some cash by securing his first date. After that he decreed it would have to be worn by the one who brought in the least money as "an incentive to do better". From eavesdropping on their masters' conversations, and the numerous car magazines they left lying around the flat, the teacher had caught on that Alim and Rajesh had set their hearts on buying themselves a sporty number to impress their fellow students by the time the university term began. Even buying a second-hand car would require them to raise thousands of pounds, he realised, and for lads of 19 the cost of insuring it wouldn't be cheap either! David's fear was that if they didn't manage to raise sufficient funds, Alim's reasonableness would go out the window and he would force him to borrow the money they needed. But, at least for now, the pair seemed content to invest the time and effort involved in forcing him, and their former mate, into a life of prostitution, so they could enjoy the added humiliation it entailed for them. In addition, sportsman Rajesh, who needed to keep himself fit over the summer break, decided to amuse himself by knocking the two "wimps" into better physical shape by imposing his own workout routine on them. So while Alim sat at the computer for hours on end, his fellow master took their slaves out running in the park, swimming at the nearby public pool and sometimes along with him to his gym. The role of fitness instructor suited the big lad to a tee. He loved making the pair suffer by pushing them to the point of complete exhaustion doing the most demeaning exercises he could dream up and humiliating them by making them workout as near naked as possible. He also delighted in having them display their hairless crotches, bare armpits and reddened arses to his fellow jocks in the changing room - prolonging their embarrassment by making them strip and locking away their meagre clothes while he took a leisurely shower. Though they hung their heads and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, the state of their bodies and the fact that they were kept hanging around for several minutes stripped completely naked inevitably drew stares and chuckles and sometimes outright hostility from others. The reappearance of Rajesh and the contemptuous way he threw his soiled towel at them and sent them off to shower with the instruction to "Hurry up!" was also a cause for great mirth. When they weren't busy making money or working out, Alim and Rajesh used the flat as a place to chill out and avoid being pestered by demands from their parents - drinking and watching TV while they were waited on hand and foot. If a guy didn't show up for a date, which happened pretty often, they would console themselves with beer and by tormenting and fucking their two slaves themselves. Although frequently shattered, each night David and Sharif were eventually left alone to share the experiences they had suffered at their master's hands and console each other by making gentle love with the cock cage illicitly removed. This was their solitary act of defiance in a life otherwise characterised by submission and servitude to the lads who held their fate in their hands. Despite the harshness of the regime imposed by Alim, the summer vacation was far from an unpleasant experience for David - after all he was spending it in the company of three Indian lads all of whom he fancied big-time. In many ways it was his dream come true - the best of both worlds - two guys who would dominate him sexually and a younger one on whom he could lavish his more romantic feelings! There was something David found incredibly exciting about being controlled and humiliated by the older pair 24 hours a day, being ordered around, stripped of all power and possessions, robbed of all dignity and taken advantage of sexually. Although he was far less enthusiastic about the regular beatings he received at their hands (he was no masochist - he didn't enjoy feeling pain) allowing them to humiliate him in this way aroused him immensely. If suffering a little pain was the price he had to pay for the lads continuing to fuck and dominate him sexually then he was willing to pay it! David even found he could get off on the humiliation involved in his being pimped out to other guys too, however ugly, overweight, smelly or nasty they might turn out to be! He just closed his eyes and reminded himself that what he was doing would please his young Indian masters; that he was their slave to use as they wished and that he must do his utmost to satisfy whoever they chose to fuck and humiliate him in order to keep them happy. David realised Sharif didn't share his fondness for the humiliation being meted out to him by his former mates. But it was clear he was prepared to put up with it in order to avoid the even greater humiliation of having to return home to live with his parents with his tail between his legs. Despite Alim and Rajesh's endless demands, sharing the flat with him, it seemed, was paradise compared with life on the estate. The youngster was an eager participant in their clandestine late night love making and soaked up the affection he lavished on him which helped to compensate for the brutality he had to suffer at the hands of the other two. David had also noticed that Sharif was sometimes as excited as he was by the humiliation the bigger lads imposed on him. Their constant nudity and daily body shaving may have been responsible, as it not only made them feel defenceless and vulnerable but led to them being in a heightened sexual state much of the time - so that the slightest touch from either of their masters would instantly generate an erection. When drunk the bigger lads would deliberately arouse them by fondling them and once they were erect slap their swollen dicks around contemptuously until they shrank again. Following them making the pair lick each other's arses, they had also taken to having them play with each other and would make them perform the most humiliating of sex acts for their amusement while they took pictures to add to their now vast collection of blackmail material. Whenever he felt Sharif's resentment of Alim and Rajesh's bullying was in danger of boiling over, David would intercede if he could. But he dare not defy the other two overtly, so whenever he saw the youngster was on the brink of open rebellion he would attempt to deflect the bigger lads' anger onto himself - seeing the additional suffering he had to bear as his way of demonstrating his devotion to the youngster, who he grew fonder of with each passing day. The last thing he wanted was for the lad to be ejected from the flat by Alim or to storm out in a fit of temper and return to living with his parents. However, Alim had caught on that David had developed feelings for the younger lad and took sadistic pleasure in fucking and humiliating him in front of the teacher. He taunted him by telling him that he had at last set up a first date for Sharif with a wealthy tourist from the US who had offered him "a whole heap of dosh" for the privilege of fucking the 17 year old Indian lad. David fretted about how it would go - all he could now do to discourage the youngster from leaving was to console him afterwards... * * * * * * * * The guy looked surprisingly young to be paying for sex David thought as he sneaked a sideways glance at Sharif's prospective first date whilst ignominiously serving him coffee naked but for the dog collar around his neck. He was a white guy, as tall as Alim and as fair skinned as himself, but with a build that was bigger than both of them put together. He plainly looked after his body and could easily have been a professional sportsman of some kind. This impression was reinforced by his choice of dress - an open-necked polo shirt, sweatpants and trainers. It was difficult to guess his exact age as a baseball cap and sunglasses hid most of his face. He had kept them on after entering the flat, indicating that in addition to the fear about confidentiality he shared with most of their visitors, he was also worried about being recognised. He spoke in a low voice and with a strong American accent which made it hard for the teacher to catch more than a few fragments of their conversation. David's appearance with the coffee provoked their visitor to check with Alim who he'd be getting to fuck. "I'm seeing an Indian boy right?" he asked, suddenly suspicious he might be being double- crossed. "And he's only 17 you said?" "Yeh, yeh, don't worry, the pics I sent you of him were only taken a few days ago," replied Alim. "We're getting him ready for you. If you don't like him when you see him I'd be very surprised." "Guess I'll find out soon enough!" the man responded. "As I'm paying you top dollar I expect to be able to do whatever I want with him. We clear on that?" "Not a problem. He's been trained to do as he's told!" Alim assured him, "Just like this one 'ere," he added with a chuckle. "On your knees slave boy!" he commanded the moment David had deposited their drinks in front of them. Grinning hugely at the look of dismay that momentarily flashed across the teacher face he clicked his fingers and pointed to his shoes, "Kiss my feet!" Nevertheless, David fell to his knees and did as he was told. At first the man was taken aback but when the teacher set about covering the tops of Alim's trainers with kisses while he patted him on the head like a dog, he broke into a contemptuous grin. "On your back!" was Alim's next command, eager to show off the full extent of the teacher's submission to him. David lay down on the carpet with his "paws" in the air displaying his genitals as the lads had trained him to do. "How old do you think he is?" Alim asked his guest as though talking about the age of a house pet. "Nineteen, twenty maybe..." ventured his visitor, after glancing at David's slender limbs, narrow waist and completely shaved body. "He's twenty-four!" he replied with a grin. "He looks a lot younger since we shaved off all his body hair!" he chuckled, casually cupping his hand around the teacher's exposed genitals and slapping them around. "Believe it or not he used to be my kid brother's teacher!" Alim couldn't resist boasting to the stranger as David's cock began to swell in response to the stimulation, "Until he discovered his true vocation in life was sucking my dick!" "Ah!" exclaimed the man, "So I guess this is his place?" he speculated, presumably curious about how a bunch of Indian teenagers came to possess a flat of their own. "It used to be," Alim chuckled, "Until he tried it on with my brother!" "No shit!" "Now it's ours, and "Paedo" here is our dog slave!" the lad bragged. "How'd you manage that?" "Simple, we set him up, took pics of him "in flagrante" and he's been putty in our hands ever since!" "Sweet!" the American shook his head in admiration of the lad's audacity and watched in fascination as the lad proceeded to humiliate the teacher still further. "He has a thing for Indian lads. Don't you Paedo!" Alim added continuing to slap the teacher's cock around until it became erect. "He just can't get enough of 'em! There's nothing you won't do to keep us happy, is there boy!" he added rhetorically, "specially as he could be facing a jail term if we were to go to the police!" he snorted with glee. "We normally keep his cock locked up in a cage so he can't wank off," he boasted as the man looked on bemused, "so this always happens the moment you let it loose!" David gasped and began to pant as the youngster slapped his cock from side to side, after which Alim gave him the back of his hand to lick and then slid a couple of his fingers into his mouth for him lubricate with saliva. "You're just in time to see me add the final touches to his transformation from paedo teacher to pet dog!" the Indian lad announced to his visitor, repositioning his hand between the cheeks of David's arse and sliding one finger and then the other into his hole. The teacher whimpered and wriggled but made no attempt to resist as Alim continued to demonstrate the extent of his obedience to the stranger. "You're welcome to join in if you'd like..." he offered, withdrawing his fingers from his slave's arse and checking they were odour-free. He then turned his attention to a mysterious package that had arrived that morning that he'd left open on the coffee table. To explain what he meant, the Indian lad pulled out of the box one of the puppy dog butt- plugs the teacher had seen being worn by humiliated youngsters on the internet. To David's dismay and the visitor's amusement, he waggled it around in his hand and the black rubber tail swung from side to side in imitation of an excited dog, making the man break into a broad grin. "Can you hold him steady while I shove it in?" Alim asked with a grin. "No problem!" the man chuckled draining his coffee and rising from his seat. "Get down on all fours boy and show us your arse!" the lad demanded turning his attention back to the teacher. After seeing the size of the plug David's heart sank - although not the biggest butt plug he had seen on the net by any means it measured well over an inch at its widest point. So the teacher let out a sigh of relief when he saw Alim take a sachet of lube from the box and coat the plug with it before he attempted to insert it. "Hold him by the collar while I slip it in..." Alim directed his visitor. "Steady boy!" he cautioned whilst positioning the tail's wedge-shaped tip into the tight pink rosebud nestling between David's ivory buttocks. But there the lad's tenderness abruptly ceased. No sooner was it was aligned with his hole than the youngster thrust the plug forward in a determined effort to sink it inside him all in one go. When David struggled, the big American held him tight by the collar and pressed his thighs against his shoulders to allow him no escape. Despite the teacher's cries of agony as his tight arse muscles were stretched to their limit by the plug's bulbous anchor, Alim kept up the pressure until they finally gave way and the tail was securely in place. "Now shake your tush!" Alim demanded of David as both men stepped away from him so they could get a better view of the tail in action. Thankfully, once the plug was inside him the pain rapidly subsided - but it was strange to have his rectum filled with something so solid and his anus wedged permanently open rather than tightly closed. The two bystanders giggled as David did as he was bid and shook his rear end so that the black rubber tail swung from side to side just like that of a real dog. "That a boy!" their visitor chimed in, "Shake that tail like good little doggy!" "Now bark!" Alim commanded with a chuckle. Taken by surprise David self-consciously let out a half-hearted "woof". "You can do better than that!" Alim demanded, slapping the teacher on the buttocks until he came up with something more convincingly dog-like. "You're going to wear the tail every day 'til you get used to it!" Alim declared, "You need to use the loo, you ask my permission first! Understand?" "Woof!" barked David and nodded his head forlornly. At this, the pair broke into peels of laughter and a free-for-all ensued during which they conspired to rob David of every last shred of dignity. Alim took the lead, making him roll around on the living room floor, fondling and tickling him, sliding fingers into his mouth, slapping his cock and balls around and spanking his arse. Taking his cue from him, the American soon joined in and they kept it up until the teacher was reduced to whimpering and whining for mercy like a beaten dog. "Go to your basket!" Alim commanded once they were finally tired of tormenting him. Glad for the opportunity to escape, the teacher obediently made his way to the far corner of the room where his masters had sited a wicker dog basket they had found in a skip which he was obliged to curl up in whenever his services were not required. The pair settled back down on the sofa in high spirits, chuckling as they witnessed the humiliated teacher slink away on all fours with his new tail wagging from side to side between his reddened buttocks. Although Alim's ploy of providing his visitor with an introductory freebee had succeeded in putting him at his ease, the sight of David grubbing around on the floor like a dog had also stoked some anxieties about what might be in store for him. "The one I'm seeing better be clean!" the man demanded as his thoughts turned to the Indian boy he was about to fuck. "Don't worry the lad we've lined up for you is practically a virgin!" Alim assured him, "Clean in every sense of the word! Not only will he be freshly scrubbed and prepared to meet your requirements but he's guaranteed drug and disease-free!" "Hmm, we'll see!" the man chuckled sceptically, but none the less opened up his wallet and extracted four crisp œ50 notes from it. He placed them on the coffee table but then rummaged around his bag and placed on top of them what looked to David like a pack of underwear. "I want him wearing these," he added, "and nothing else!" "No problem!" Alim sniggered, quickly trousering the money and picking up the package. "If you'd like to use the bathroom now, I'll get him ready for you," he added, rising to his feet. "I don't expect to be disturbed," the man added clutching his arm as he got up, "and it goes on until I'm done, agreed?" "Yep, that's absolutely fine - take your time!" Alim assured him, "Just give me a shout when you're done with him." * * * * * * * * * * * * David only got to hear about what had happened during the lad's first encounter with a paying customer when he and Sharif were alone in bed that night. While he was being humiliated by Alim and the visitor in the living room, Rajesh had escorted Sharif to the bathroom and set about preparing him for the meet. "The good news is, if today's a success, you may not have to wear this ever again!" he grinned as he unlocked the padlock and allowed Sharif to remove the dreaded cock cage. The youngster massaged his cock and balls where the rings had clamped it in place, glad to have it finally released. His skin was less inflamed now he had got used to it but he couldn't wait for the day when he wouldn't have to wear it - although he realised it meant that David would then be lumbered with it in his place! "But the bad news is, that in order to satisfy your client's 'preferences' I'm afraid we are going to have to make some further 'modifications' to your appearance!" "Such as what?" Sharif demanded incredulously, looking down at his body, trying to imagine what on earth he could mean. "He wants you to shave your legs," Rajesh added with a grin. "You're joking!" responded Sharif in dismay. "No, I'm afraid not!" responded the bigger lad with a chuckle. "This guy likes his boys completely smooth apparently!" The youngster fell silent, almost in tears as he faced the loss of the last trace of his emergent masculinity. The removal of his body hair had already given him the look of an oversized pre- pubescent boy, without leg hair as well he would look distinctly feminine! "So," Rajesh asked, when the youngster hesitated, "are you going to do it or do I have to do it for you?" He held out a disposable razor, seemingly ambivalent about his preference. "Do I have to?" Sharif questioned, looking the bigger lad in the face in a last ditch attempt to obtain his former mate's sympathy. "Afraid so!" confirmed Rajesh with a heartless grin and placed the razor in his palm. * * * * * * * * * * * * After concluding his negotiations in the living room, Alim entered the bedroom in advance of their guest and grinned at the sight of the freshly showered and shaved Sharif checking himself out in the wardrobe mirror. "Put these on!" he demanded, opening the package the man had given him and throwing across to the youngster a pair of bright pink knickers and a matching crop top customarily worn by pre-pubescent girls. "You must be joking!" Sharif moaned, "Haven't you shamed me up enough?" "Put em on!" Alim repeated in a steely voice that signalled he would brook no nonsense, "He'll be in here any minute!" Knowing he had little option, the youngster reluctantly stepped into the flimsy panties and pulled them up over his thighs until they enveloped his cock and rear. Although they were far too small for him, the flimsy material stretched enough for him to get them on - so much so that it became virtually transparent. He slid the crop top over his head, prised his way through its arm holes and levered it down over his chest. "Wow don't you look sexy!" Alim mocked, patting the lad on the behind and steering him back toward the wardrobe so he would see what he looked like in the mirror. Sharif stared at himself in horror and then hung his head down in shame. There seemed to be no end to the older lads' malice towards him. It seemed Alim was now set on transforming him into a girl as well as into a hooker! "I must take a pic of you in this outfit!" Alim chuckled, hastily pulling his mobile from his pocket. "Look sexy!" he demanded and took half a dozen snaps of the distraught youngster before he heard a knock on the door. "Quick, put this on," he ordered in a more business-like tone, handing him a blindfold. "You make sure this is a success Shar!" he hissed in his ear, positioning him facing the wardrobe, "Or you'll find yourself out on the street again tonight - in nothing but your bra and panties!" he threatened. "Plus maybe a pair of heels!" he added, chuckling at his own joke. The youngster hung his head despondently - knowing he wouldn't hesitate to carry out his threat! "We'll have your hands on your head I think!" Alim added after taking a final glance at the youngster once the blindfold was in place, "so our guest gets to see just how sexy you are!" Sharif allowed Alim to move his arms into position to reveal his denuded armpits. Finally satisfied, the gang leader awarded the youngster a pat on the backside and left him to his fate with a giggle. * * * * * * * * * * * * Sharif held his breath and listened intently as he heard the bedroom door creak open. Despite the warm weather, a shiver ran down the youngster's spine as he waited, wondering what further indignities would lie in store for him. He stood there feeling more vulnerable than he had in his life before as he heard the guy move around the room, checking it out and making himself at home. Finally he heard the man's footsteps approach him, the sound of his breathing and felt a hand slide down gently over his back, then sample the smoothness of his torso and the soft curves of his arse through the taut knickers. "Very nice!" the man whispered into his ear, sliding his arms around him and grabbing hold of his chest as though he had breasts. "You smell as good as you look!" he added, planting a kiss on his shoulders and letting out a sigh as he inhaled the scent of shower gel emanating from the lad's freshly washed body. He slowly tightened his embrace around him and gently rubbed his groin against the youngster's arse. Although he was still fully dressed, Sharif could feel the man's cock was already hard as he continued to shower him with kisses and explore his body with his hands. As his excitement grew, he led the blindfolded Sharif by the hand away from the wardrobe to the centre of the room so he could examine him more closely in the light from the window. The man slid his hands up and down his smooth shaved legs and then eased the knickers down to inspect the youngster's hairless crotch and shrivelled, boy-like, cock which he gave a contemptuous flick with his finger. Then he had him turn around and bend over so he could check his arse was devoid of hair too. He prised his cheeks apart and ran a finger playfully around the perimeter of his hairless hole while the knickers bound his thighs together at the knees. "Quite the little bitch boy aren't we!" the man gloated clearly delighted that the lad had been shaved completely smooth as per his instructions, "Not a hair to be seen!" "Pull your knickers back up, pussy boy, and turn around!" he instructed and turned away to rummage through his bag. "I'm going to take off the blindfold," he announced when he returned. "But don't you dare look me in the face!" he cautioned. But when Sharif opened his eyes and saw the red light from a video camera was pointing directly at him he instinctively turned his head away. "Look into the cam!" the man demanded and gave him a sharp slap across the face. Taken by surprise, Sharif stared back at him in a flash of defiant anger. But when he saw the man behind the cam was at least twice his size and had a mean expression on his face, made all the more menacing by his eyes being shrouded by shades, the fight rapidly drained out of him. "You step out of line kid and your mate out there's promised me he'll give you a whipping you'll never forget. Get it?" "Yes Sir!" Sharif croaked, needing no reminding about just how ruthless Alim could be. The man ran the camera over his body in close up and then stood back and barked instructions for him to strip and look sexy for him in the same way Alim did when he had made him and David pose for him. Sharif resignedly complied with the guy's demands and witnessed the extent of his humiliation reflected in the curved lenses of the stranger's sun shades as he captured every last detail of his denuded body. "Now you're going to suck my dick and I'm going to video you doing it!" The man eased down his sweatpants to reveal a set of genitals that matched the massive proportions of the rest of his body. Sharif wilted at the thought of having his huge cock thrust down his throat and the still worse prospect of having it rammed up his arse! "On your knees pussy boy!" * * * * * * * * * * * * "It wasn't enough for Alim to pimp me out for sex!" Sharif complained to David afterwards, "To make it extra humiliating he had to find some pervert who was into getting lads to dress up in women's knickers and agree to him videoing me as well!" "The bastard!" David sighed in empathy, sliding an arm around the youngster's shoulders in an attempt to comfort him. "It only takes one kid from school or off the estate to find a pic of me posted on the internet by this guy and my mum and step-dad'll get to know about it!" he whined. "Imagine what your parents would think if they came across pics of their son dressed in a bra and panties sucking another guy's cock!" Having thought about this scenario long and hard himself in the light of the stock of compromising pics that Alim possessed of him, David tried to lessen the youngster's fears. "I know it's uncomfortable knowing there are pics like that out there, but take it from me there are so many clips of young guys on the internet nowadays that I doubt anyone who knows you would be able to find them even if they knew they existed! They'd also have to be looking for gay stuff in the first place! So I don't think you need to worry about it so much!" "Yeh, except I make it easier for them to find," Sharif responded, "I told the fucker my name when he asked me for it didn't I!" he wailed. "How stupid was that? So no doubt he'll call his posts "Sharif from London" so anyone who comes across them who recognises me will know for definite it's me!" "Don't blame yourself," David consoled him, "It's hard to have the presence of mind to come up with an alias when you're not expecting to have to!" "You don't understand it's not just that," moaned Sharif, "He left the cam running while he fucked me as well!" "Oh I see!" said David though not really following what difference it made. "At first I just stood there like a rag doll and let the man do what he liked with me, thinking that was what was expected from me. But it felt odd for me not to respond at all... and besides some of what the guy was doing to me was starting to turn me on..." he admitted reluctantly. "So you got a hard-on - so what? You certainly don't need to feel guilty about being disloyal to me," interrupted David, "after all you were wearing the cock cage all week!" "I know that!" Sharif replied giving David a hug, "But I kept thinking about Alim's threat that unless my first date was a success he'd chuck me out of the flat! So I started to act as tough I liked it! When he rubbed his finger around my arse I moaned a bit and noticed it seemed to excite him. He said, 'That's more like it, I want to hear you moan like a bitch in heat!'" "So after that I put on a bit of an act for him and clung on to his shoulders like a floozy. I kissed him back when he put his tongue in my mouth while he prised his fingers deeper inside my hole." "He really got off on cussing me and kept bad mouthing me as though I was a woman, 'You little whore!', 'You slut!', 'Just can't wait to be fucked can you, you bitch ...' He kept calling my nipples 'tits' and my arse my 'pussy' or 'cunt' and whenever I did anything he didn't like he would slap me across the face and cuss me again." "He made sure I kept looking up at the cam - especially while I was sucking his dick! If I so much as paused for breath or clutched at his shaft with my hand to stop it going too deep he gave me a slap around the face..." "Anyway, he cum quite quickly and pulls out so that his spunk goes all over my face. He trains the cam on me and then makes me lick it off his fingers until I've swallowed the lot while he records it! I guess anyone who sees the video's going to think I'm a complete whore!" "Don't worry too much about that - he's in the video as well as you so he'll probably keep it to himself to wank over," David attempted to reassure him. "It won't stop him taking stills of me sucking him though will it!" sighed Sharif. "I guess he'll be proud of that cos he had one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen - bigger than Alim's and Rajesh's! I suppose I ought to be grateful they'd given me enough practice sucking their dicks so I knew how to handle a big one without gagging on it!" David had to giggle at this as he likewise had benefitted from the big Indian lads' cock- sucking tuition. "Given all the camming he'd done beforehand, when he came over my face, I thought great that'll be the end of it! But no chance! He says, 'Don't worry my pretty, I'm planning on fucking you before the night is over - I wouldn't want to miss out on that pleasure...' The horny fucker had a bit of a snooze on top of the bed with his arms wrapped around me and when he woke up he set about fucking me!" "'I like to see a slut's face when I fuck em!' he told me and folded me up double so he could screw me on my back with my legs over his shoulders. Said he wanted to see the look in my eyes when he forced his massive dong up my arse! Though he used lube, it was that thick and long that I was in fucking agony! Even then I don't think he got more than half-way in! It was a good job he came quickly as I don't think I could have taken it for much longer!" Having only just been allowed to remove the butt-plug that had been stretching his own hole all day David was easily able to empathise with the youngster's discomfort! "He didn't use a condom then?" the teacher enquired suddenly concerned. "No he didn't! But I'm glad in a way as I think it would have hurt me even more if he had! Besides the ones Alim put out where too small for him!" "Anyway, even after he'd cum twice he still hadn't finished with me! He videoed me shitting his cum out of my arse in close up and then got me to stand in the light from the window and jerk off while he filmed me do that as well!" "To make it even more humiliating for me the bastard stuffed the panties into my mouth before he allowed me to cum!" "He checked out what he'd recorded before he left and seemed pretty pleased so I doubt I'll be getting any complaints! There must be easier ways of earning twenty quid though!"