Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2016 14:50:48 +0000 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 24 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 The work published here is previously unpublished and all my own, with all rights reserved.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. 24. Ravi Alim put his head around the bedroom door to check everything was in order before showing in his "guest". For the privilege of fucking both David and Sharif at the same time, he had extracted a large sum from their enthusiastic Indian admirer and had threatened his two slaves with dire consequences should they fail to ensure he was fully satisfied. So he was cock-a-hoot when the moment they saw his face the pair instantly fell to their knees and scampered towards him with their bare butts up in the air, as he had trained them to do, and set about kissing both his and his visitor's feet. "Enjoy!" Alim invited his guest with a boastful grin before backing out of the room and leaving them alone together. The man couldn't help chuckling as the duo trailed behind him on all fours as he made his way across to the armchair where he set down his briefcase. He stared down at them and shook his head, incredulous at the degree of humiliation the pair seemed prepared to accept from the strip of an Indian lad who was hiring out their services. All the same he couldn't help himself from becoming aroused by it! As his cock stiffened he slid his jacket from his shoulders and after spotting the hanger that had been left out for him, walked across to the wardrobe, with David and Sharif following hard on his heels. "Let's have a good look at you..." he murmured to himself walking over to the window to open up the blind to let in more light, extending the pair's humiliation still further as they scampered after him. Finally he slumped down in the armchair, loosened his tie and spread his legs wide apart. It had been a long day. Nevertheless he was determined to shrug off the trials of work and not let them prevent him from enjoying the treat he had been looking forward to all week. He watched David and Sharif displaying their upturned arses as they continued to pay him homage by kissing the tops of his highly polished brogues and grinned. As their visitor relaxed, he reached down and slid his fingers beneath each of their chins in turn and raised their heads from the floor so he could examine their faces. "My name's Ravi," he confided, giving them a reassuring smile as they looked up at him warily. "What are yours?" After Sharif's recent experience the pair had prepared aliases in advance and blurted them out without the need of further prompting. "Sean and Malcolm?" the man repeated raising an eyebrow and quipping, "You're not brothers are you?" But despite their obvious deceit, he smiled and gave each one a kiss on the cheek as he said their names a second time, adding mischievously , "in case you forget who's who!" "I think we can dispense with these!" he went on, with a grimace, and proceeded to remove the collars from around both of their necks. He discarded them on the floor leaving the pair, who had by now become used to wearing them, feeling strangely vulnerable. "You smell good!" he commented, drawing them closer to him and inhaling their scent, "as well as being so damned cute!" he beamed. The Indian stroked the bristles of their cropped hair and then ran the back of his hand against the softness of their cheeks as he gazed into each of their faces in turn, making no attempt to hide his excitement at what he saw. Unused to receiving compliments, the couple lowered their eyes as Ravi continued to admire them and draw them in closer still. As their breaths mingled, the youngster men's heartbeats quickened and each of them willingly surrendered to the older one's caresses. As their faces touched, the Indian slid his hands around the backs of their heads and slid his tongue deep into each of their mouths in turn. Alim had given them strict orders to allow their client to do whatever he liked with them and in Ravi's case David was more than happy to oblige! In contrast with the other punters, who focussed on their own pleasure and took advantage of his submission by brutally helping themselves to his body, he knew from their previous encounter that the Indian was much gentler, and delighted in seeing him excited. Ravi slid his arms around them and hugged them closer to him until the trio were bound tightly together. David had rarely experienced such intimacy before - even in his love-making with Sharif. The older man knew how to slow things down, to allow their excitement to build gradually via languorous kisses and gentle touches, letting them feel the strength of his arms as he hugged them, until they were willing him on to take things further. When he rose to his feet and pulled the two younger men up after him, the result of his gentleness was plain to see. Denuded of both clothes and body hair, the pair had no way of hiding their arousal, both of their cocks protruded from the front of their bodies at acute angles. Ravi gave them a wink and a smile, lighting up his handsome features as he mischievously ran his fingers along the velvety underside of each of their taut shafts and tickled their ball sacks, chuckling at their embarrassment as their cocks pulsed skyward in response. "Mind if I take a few pics before we go any further?" he asked. "I know I'm not supposed to..." he added with a sigh when his request was met with stony silence, "Unless I pay your mate even more money!" "But I'd love to have some pics of you two handsome lads smiling for once - rather than the stuff that's posted on the website. I promise I'll keep 'em to myself." Surprised at being consulted, but pleased to discover that Ravi was willing to conspire with them behind Alim's back, the two readily agreed to his request - aware that any pics the Indian was about to take of them could be no more embarrassing than the ones other clients and Alim himself had taken of them in the past. The Indian gave them a grin and a conspiratorial wink before extracting his mobile phone from his bag and opening up the blind a little further. "Just stand there side by side with your arms around each other and give me a big smile!" he chuckled. The more David got to know Ravi the more he grew to like him. He was both confident and charming and much more accomplished sexually than either Alim or Rajesh, who like most of their clients had no compunction about being totally selfish about the demands they made on them. He had a sense of humour too and clearly saw sex as a source of fun rather than something deadly serious like most of their po-faced clients did! "Now kiss each other!" The pair were only too happy to oblige. "Beautiful! You two are really something!" Ravi exclaimed as he circled around the pair taking more pictures as they embraced each other. As their love-making became less inhibited, the younger men's cocks returned to the heights they had reached earlier. To Sharif's surprise, while he and David continued to kiss each other, the smartly suited Indian set down his camera and got down on his knees between the two of them. He wrapped his lips around their cocks in turn and sucked on one and then the other as though they were different flavoured lollipops. As he sucked he slid his hands covetously over the smoothness of their bare buttocks and slender thighs and heaved a sigh of pleasure in anticipation of the delights still to come. Outside the confines of his air-conditioned office the smart clothes he was wearing were starting to make him sweat, plus his swollen dick was demanding to be set free from the confines of his underwear. So, once he'd had his fill of their dicks, Ravi clambered back to his feet and instructed the pair to help him off with his clothes. Eager to please him, David and Sharif set about removing the Indian's work attire as carefully as a couple of valets. They reverently popped open the buttons of his shirt one by one and eased it off over his wide shoulders to unveil his hair-coated chest. David knelt to unfasten the laces of his brogues and, while Sharif helped support him, happily prised off his shoes and peeled away his socks, giving them a surreptitious sniff as he set then to one side. Ravi stood watching them with a mischievous grin on his face as all of their attentions focussed on his burgeoning crotch. David tentatively unhooked his belt, unzipped his fly and the two of them together gradually lowered his trousers over his muscular thighs. Once his pants were off the pair folded them neatly and hung them up on a hanger alongside his jacket and shirt as though they were spun gold. They then combined to liberate Ravi's bulging cock from his briefs which appeared a dazzling white against the ebony of his skin and eased them down over the curves of his generous arse until they fell to the floor at his feet. The pair glimpsed in admiration at the swirls of raven hair that covered the mature man's torso and buttocks as he stepped out of his underwear and strode confidently across to the bed, motioning them to join him. Ravi lay down in the middle and pulled the pair down beside him, one at either side. Then he wrapped his arms around them, hugged them tight and kissed them on the lips once more before directing their mouths downwards to his chest. Obediently they sucked on his nipples while he sighed contentedly, caressing their heads and running his hands over their backs to sample the smoothness of their youthful bodies. The contrast with the brutal way Alim and Rajesh had exploited and abused them could not have been more marked. So sensuous and tender was the older man's touch, his kisses so passionate and the expression on his face when he looked at them so loving that a wave of gratitude for his kindness welled up inside both David and Sharif. To Ravi's bewilderment his two younger companions became so overwrought that their eyes were soon brimming with tears. His first thought was that he had upset them in some way, but when they appeared as determined as ever to provide him with pleasure he realised that their sadness had some other cause. He guessed it was to do with Alim and the hold he had over them - but in the midst of a highly expensive time-limited sex session he was in two minds as to whether to investigate it further. So instead he opted to kiss away their tears and did his best to comfort them physically - hugging them tightly to his chest and holding them securely in his arms to provide them with at least some temporary respite from the harsh treatment he suspected they experienced on a daily basis. But within minutes of doing this the older Indian's exhaustion, the heat of the day and the youngsters' soft warm bodies combined to send him off to sleep! When he heard Ravi begin to snore, David was filled with remorse that they had inadvertently burdened the good-natured Indian with their misery. Knowing it had cost him dear to have sex with them, he feared they risked alienating the one guy he had met who had shown him any kindness. They needed to reward him for his concern by providing him with as much pleasure as they could in return and not have him waste his money by spending his allotted time comforting them and sleeping! In an effort to make amends, after a nod to Sharif to indicate what he was up to, David carefully unwound himself from Ravi's arms and slid down the bed where he began showing his gratitude in a way he thought the Indian would appreciate. He took his now flaccid cock into his mouth and followed the example he himself had provided him with in their first encounter to coax it back to life. For his part Sharif nuzzled up against the older man's chest and resumed sucking on his nipple. In response, Ravi soon awoke from his slumbers, and with his passion reignited drew Sharif closer to him so he could kiss him and embrace him in his arms. Meanwhile David gently enveloped the exposed helmet of his dick in the warmth of his mouth, alternately sucking on it and teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Soon all three were locked together - mouth to mouth, mouth to cock. David wrapped his arms around the two Indians' legs and arses as he sucked happily on Ravi's cock, his head submerged between their crotches, breathing in their scent and licking away their sweat as though it was nectar. Inside his head he conjured up a fantasy of himself as the pair's slave eager to please his Indian masters through his own debasement. He went from one cock to the other, taking both deep down his throat, breaking off whenever they showed signs of being close to cumming by switching between this and licking their balls like a dog. But David was eager to do much more to demonstrate the completeness of his submission and his unbridled admiration for the Indian pair. His next move was to kiss his way down Ravi's hairy legs until he reached his ankles then caress and hold up each foot to his cheek in turn. He breathed in the distinctive smell of shoe leather he had sampled earlier and heaved a sigh of contentment as he kissed the dark brown flesh above and licked the pallid soles beneath, before setting about sucking on each of the Indian's moist toes one by one while he massaged his feet with his fingers. Taken aback by the attention being lavished on his lower extremities, Ravi broke off from kissing Sharif to glance down at the beautiful pale skinned boy worshiping his feet. He discovered him curled up across the bottom of the bed in a foetal position feasting on his toes - a blissful expression on his face and his cock rock hard. He gave Sharif a quizzical look and the youngster chuckled, acknowledging with a nod of the head and a flutter of the eyelids his knowledge of his companion's fondness for such abject submission. "He likes being treated like a slave," he explained. "He has a thing for Indians too... The meaner Alim is to him the more he likes it!" he shrugged. Curious to confirm what Sharif had told him, Ravi stroked David on the head and slowly eased his face up from his feet so he could look him in the eyes. The expression of total adulation and surrender he discovered there convinced him that the youngster was telling the truth. He returned David's head to his feet and to his amusement the teacher obediently resumed sucking his toes. "A lot of gay white boys have a fetish for Indians - so it's something you're going to have to get used to," he said to his compatriot in a confidential tone. "And, like your pal here, a hell of lot of 'em are subs! But don't knock it! If you fancy white boys and enjoy fucking 'em it means you'll never be short of a date!" "What's a fetish?" asked Sharif, who'd never come across the term before. "It's just a word for something that gets you excited sex-wise that's maybe a bit different from the run of the mill," the older Indian explained. "It can be the type of guy you fancy - for example whether he's short, tall, thin, fat, darker or paler skinned than you, older or younger than you, hairy or smooth, etcetera, etcetera." "It can also be a liking for a particular part of a guy's body. For most gay guys its faces, cocks and arses that are their biggest turn-ons but with some guys it's hands or feet - your mate here seems to go in for that one!" "You can also have a fetish for a type of dress you find sexy or like wearing - smart suits, sports gear, underwear, black leather, rubber, tight lyrca, are some of the more common ones." "You could say being attracted to men rather than women is a fetish as well I suppose..." mused Ravi, "they all feel so essential to our sex lives and happiness and suppressing them causes so much misery - but where they come from is often a complete mystery! We just know it's what turns us on!" "What's a "sub" as well?" Sharif risked asking, after receiving such a comprehensive answer to his first question, interested in finding out more about the sort of guys Ravi predicted would be chasing after him while he had the opportunity. Ravi grinned, realising that although the lad was surrounded by gay sex the youngster didn't seem to know the first thing about it! "It's short for submissive," he explained patiently, "Your mate here's a prime example. He wants the other guy, who's called "the dom" - that's short for dominant - to take the lead sex- wise." He reached forward and stroked David on the head to reward him for his efforts as he gathered his thoughts, prompting the teacher to abandon his feet and return to his groin to resume sucking on his dick. "Subs are also called 'bottoms' - guys who like to get fucked up the arse - while the doms are called 'tops'- the ones who do the fucking! At least usually..." he added, realising it was sometimes more complicated than that. "Subs are also the 'passive' partners in sex while the doms are the 'active' ones." "But what if you like to be both?" asked Sharif. "A lot of guys do," conceded Ravi, "There are no hard and fast rules. A guy can play the sub with one guy and the top with another or both can take the initiative. You can get some really passionate stuff where both guys are active and have the hots for each other! Two subs together doesn't work out so well though - as someone has to make the first move!" he added with another chuckle. "The downside of being passive is that you don't have much control over what's done to you and so you might not enjoy it - especially as a lot of tops are pretty selfish and only bothered about getting their own pleasure!" "Most passive guys are only after what's called 'vanilla sex' - basically they just want to get kissed and cuddled, wank off, suck cock and maybe get fucked. Subs are after something more adventurous and want to be dominated by their sex partner. Your mate comes across as more like a sex slave." "What's a sex slave?" "I thought that might be your next question!" Ravi sighed aware that he was wasting his precious time explaining the facts of life to the youngster rather than fucking him - but at least David was doing a pretty good job of sucking his dick! "There's a mental side to sex that's just as important as the physical side." He began, pointing a finger at the teacher's temple as though it were a gun, "What you are thinking about while you are sucking or being sucked, fucking or being fucked, and how well what the other guy's doing to you matches your fantasies, determines how much pleasure you get out of it. Married men do it all the time - fucking the wife and thinking about a sexy woman they saw on TV or an internet porn site or the woman who lives next door!" "Yeh, I get that!" admitted Sharif, "But what's that to do with him being a sex slave?" he queried. "Well think about what's it mean to be a slave?" Ravi batted back at him, tiring of doing all the talking. "It means you are owned by someone else..." the youngster ventured, "You have to do as they tell you or they may beat you or make you go around naked, in chains and feed you on scraps from a dog bowl... You aren't allowed any possessions and don't have any rights - they can even get away with killing you..." "You've got it!" replied Ravi. "Well a sex slave's a guy who gets turned on by being treated like a slave by his sex partner. He's not after becoming a slave for real - not usually anyway - it's a voluntary thing that just relates to sex. During sex he doesn't want to be treated like an equal or with respect like in the rest of his life. He wants a partner who will control him and force him to worship and serve him sexually - preferably one who has the hots for him and who he fancies!" "He's excited by being given orders to do humiliating things sex-wise which excite him but which he maybe doesn't like to admit to or wouldn't have the courage to do unless he's forced to. A good dom cuts through a sub's macho pretentions and his inhibitions to allow him to live out his sub fantasies - in return he gets a guy he can do whatever he likes with - which is a huge turn on!" "Do sex slaves like being slapped around?" asked Sharif. "Some slave's like rough stuff but others are not so keen. A guy who gets turned on by pain is called a masochist." "And a sadist is someone who gets off on torturing someone, isn't he?" interrupted Sharif keen to show he wasn't completely ignorant about sex. "Yeh, that's right," Ravi acknowledged, "Some doms are sadists and get off on making their subs suffer - but I suspect most subs are not true masochists - they just get off on the humiliation of being slapped around rather than on the pain. A sex slave doesn't mind having to suffer some pain or discomfort to please his master but some bastards do it without their partner's consent - so you need to watch out for them. Though I suspect the majority of doms don't go in for much violence beyond spanking and slapping their sub and only do rougher stuff if the other guy wants them to." "Your mate Alim seems like a natural dom," Ravi went on, "I can tell from the way he loves dreaming up new ways of tormenting you two. The body shaving is classic," he chuckled, "it's a way of showing he's the only real man around and reduces you to being little boys... or even girls! Has he made you wear women's knickers yet?" Sharif stayed silent. "I can see he's into doggy play in a big way too," Ravi continued sensing Sharif's embarrassment and quickly moving on, "making you wear collars and keeping you naked and down on all fours - it's a pretty common form of humiliation that a lot of subs like. Even being pimped out by their dom for other guys to fuck is a fantasy plenty of subs have." "Alim and his mate hit us as well and neither of us like it!" protested Sharif, upset that Ravi seemed to admire the gang leader's audacity, when the reality was that he had bullied and blackmailed them into becoming his real life slaves. "I guessed that," sighed Ravi guiltily, "Like a lot of young doms, Alim doesn't seem to realise that subs also need affection from their boss not just endless abuse!" Again Sharif remained silent, leaving Ravi feeling uncomfortable. "All I'm saying Sean," the older man added defensively, aware that he was benefitting from Alim's brutality, "is sub/dom and master/slave sex play isn't necessarily a bad thing! It's what a lot of gay guys get off on and it can be great fun for all concerned so long as both guys are into it... and I certainly think your mate Malcolm is!" he added nodding his head toward David who all the while had been obediently sucking his dick. Sharif looked down on the teacher he found so attractive, as he voluntarily took the older Indian's cock as far down his throat as it would go in order to provide him with pleasure. He heaved a sigh, acknowledging that what Ravi had said was almost certainly accurate. "Take it from me, Sean, if you want to keep a sub like Malcolm happy you're going to have to learn to play the top better than Alim does." "But how am I supposed to do that?" "Well," Ravi sighed after a moments' deliberation, "I guess I could give you a few pointers based on my own vast experience..." "That would be great - if you can spare the time!" Sharif responded checking his enthusiasm after he realised it was big ask of a man who was paying for his time. But the youngster had never come across anyone who had been willing to talk about sex so openly and knowledgeably before. His parents' attitude was that sex was shameful and not to be discussed so they had happily left it to the school to educate their son. But sex education lessons had been a bit of a joke and had focused on making babies and contraception and never touched on what sex actually involved. Gay sex and masturbation had been mentioned but any discussion had been closed down as quickly as possible by the embarrassed teacher. What he'd experienced at the hands of older lads had been imposed on him without any explanation - sometimes he'd liked it and other times he'd hated it - but at least they'd taught him how to wank off! "To start with don't hesitate to take the lead sex-wise." Ravi began, "If you're feeling horny don't hang back or think you have to ask his permission - he wants you to make the first move! So get him used to dropping his pants for you whenever you snap your fingers, regardless of where you are or who's watching. Make him do it however embarrassing it might be for him - he may seem reluctant but secretly he'll love you for it, take it from me!" "Being passive doesn't mean he can't take the initiative sometimes - but you have to train him how to do it. Tell him what especially turns you on sex-wise so he knows what to do. There's no need to be coy - he's your slave so it's his job to please you whatever your particular "fetishes" might be! Tell him if he's ever feeling horny and wants to be fucked he has to show it through his submission - like by kissing your feet or dropping his pants and showing you his bare arse." "Train him to suck your dick how you like it for as long as you like it; show him how you like to kiss; how you like to cum; get him to tweak your nipples or suck them if that turns you on. Remember, he fancies you and he wants to be your slave so he's going to want to get it right! But a word of warning, always use condoms when you fuck and if you want him to lick your arse make sure you keep it clean as otherwise he'll get sick!" "I only messed about with lads from school up till now," Sharif confided, "How do I know if I've caught something?" "Now you're having sex with strangers you need to go to a Sexual Health clinic for check-ups regularly as a lot of diseases have no symptoms. It's all confidential and it's free on the NHS so there's nothing to worry about - go with Malcolm - you two need to look out for each other. You can find out where they are on the internet." "Okay, I'll do that!" "Good lad! Now back to sex tips for beginners!" he chuckled, clearly enjoying giving the youngster the benefit of his superior knowledge and experience. "If you want to keep a sub like Malcolm happy you need to make sure he gets pleasure out of the sex he has with you. You ever heard the expression 'knowledge is power' Sean?" Ravi asked him. "Yes," the youngster confirmed with a nod of his head, "it means if you know something that other people don't, you have an advantage over them." "That's right! Well it applies to sex in a big way, the more you know about what turns your sub on the more power you have over him. So insist he tells you all his dirty secrets about what excites him and what his fantasies are. Make him tell you however embarrassing he finds it, cos that way you'll know exactly how to reward and punish him and it will be a doddle for you to call the shots and keep him happy!" "What if he doesn't know what he likes because he's never tried it?" asked Sharif clearly reflecting on his own situation as much as on David's. "That's a very intelligent question," Ravi acknowledged, his praise making the youngster blush. "I know what," the older Indian added after he'd paused to think, "I'll try out a few things on your mate by way of demonstration while you watch me. Then if it turns him on you can do it to him yourself afterwards." "That would be great - but unless I start taking notes I doubt I'll remember them on top of what you've said already!" Sharif replied, only too aware of his memory's limitations in the light of his poor exam grades. "We can solve that problem easily enough!" Ravi replied with a chuckle, whilst awarding David another pat on the head in appreciation of his cock-sucking efforts. "You can take pictures! That will make what I say stick in your mind.... And it will also give me something else to remember today by as well!" he added with a wink, acknowledging that his motives were not entirely selfless. "I'll slip you copies the next time I see you." "Okay!" Sharif agreed with a conspiratorial grin and eagerly sped off to retrieve Ravi's camera from where he had left it. "In my experience subs love being parted from their clothes and having their pictures taken," the Indian continued, shuffling off the bed and parting his cock from David's lips. "He knows a dom who wants to take his picture must fancy him, so despite being scared about where the pics might end up, he just can't help himself! Most of 'em have an exhibitionist streak a mile wide and love being made to strip off in front of an audience." Ravi grabbed hold of the naked teacher's erect cock and manoeuvred him to the centre of the room until he was standing with his body bathed in the light from the window. "Give us some sexy poses Malcolm!" he prompted, backing away from David so Sharif could train his camera on him, presenting the teacher with the problem of deciding what such poses might be. David recalled Alim had made a similar demand back in the school stockroom when the gang had forced him to strip so they could take pictures to blackmail him with. The trouble was this time he was naked to begin with so couldn't just wiggle his arse around while he took off his clothes... So he attempted to remember what he had seen of professional strippers over the years - which was precious little save for in movies or on TV. Fortunately Ravi seemed to enjoy the teacher's embarrassment. While he hesitated the Indian repositioned the armchair to obtain a better view and after sitting down gave Sharif a nudge to prompt him to begin to take pics. Realising he needed to display his body for the camera David began by stretching his arms upward, placed his hands behind his head and slowly rotated so Sharif could photograph him both front and rear. After returning to his start position, he lowered his arms and ran his hands downwards over the flanks of his smooth, hairless torso. Next he crossed his arms in front of him, clasped his shoulder blades and slowly lowered his hands to his chest until his pecs were cupped in his palms as though they were breasts and began to tweak his nipples. As the familiar pleasurable sensation coursed through his body, their tips stood out erect and his cock stiffened. He sighed and parted his lips, aware he was surrendering himself and his innermost secrets both to his audience and the camera. "Excellent!" Ravi exclaimed, adding for Sharif's benefit, "Told you he'd have a knack for it! Take it from me, there's no limit to what you can get a sub to do for you once you've got him turned on!" "Now show us your arse...." Ravi demanded, "That's it, bend over and part those pretty pink cheeks of yours so we can see your hole..." Grateful for the instructions, David did as he was told. As Ravi had predicted, it didn't take long before the physical stimulation from touching himself and the humiliation involved in doing it in front of an audience combined to melt away his inhibitions, despite him never having done anything like it before. "I've had some really horny times parting a sub guy from his clothes in gay clubs," the older Indian confided to Sharif. "You start off by snogging him in a dark corner, then slowly undo all his buttons, loosen his belt, pull down his zippers and, if he lets you, keep going until he's stripped butt naked under the table sucking your dick! What makes it so exciting is you both know he wants you to have your way but he's also on edge wondering who's watching and how far you're going to make him go - which makes it all the more enjoyable for the dom!" Aroused by his own reminiscences, as Sharif passed by him Ravi reached out to grab the slender Indian lad by the waist and steered his backside toward him until he was sitting on his knee. There he proceeded to kiss and fondle him while he continued taking pictures to record his friend's humiliation. "Lick your finger and slide it up your hole!" Ravi shouted to David over Sharif's shoulder, whilst wrapping his arms around the youngster's waist and adjusting the position of his now rigid cock so it nestled neatly between his buttocks. Then, with his gaze focussed on David's upturned backside, he began rubbing its tip up against the Indian lad's scrotum. "Isn't this just lovely!" Ravi sighed contentedly nuzzling Sharif's neck as he wriggled around on his knee, all the while his cock making its way upwards closer to his hole. "There's something about a sub guy that's just irresistible don't you think?" he added, playfully bouncing Sharif up and down on his lap as they watched David fingering his hole for their entertainment, "They're so eager to please - just like puppies!" With his own cock poised to enter the youngster's anus, Ravi steadied Sharif on his knee, freed up one of his hands and reached out to wrap it around the lad's cock, which he was delighted to find was also fully hard. "Now where was I?" he mused rhetorically whilst sliding the lad's foreskin up and down his taut shaft. "I know! I was stressing the importance of getting a sub turned on!" "Well with Malcolm it's a complete doddle - cos it's pretty obvious he has very sensitive nipples. This is an absolute god-send for a dom, as you know you have a sure-fire way of getting him excited whenever you want. Learn how to tweak his nipples the way he likes it and your mate here will love you forever!" "So grab hold of his titties and start tweaking 'em!"!" he urged Sharif, taking the camera from his hand and rising from his seat to allow him to comply. David shuddered and closed his eyes, as the youngster began to play with his nipples embarrassed by the huge impact even the slightest touch always had on him. "Very good," Ravi commented in approval, as he witnessed David's cock pulse upwards. Then to Sharif's surprise only a few moments down the line the teacher placed his hands on his head. "That's a signal that he wants you to do it harder," Ravi assured his prot‚g‚ smiling at the eagerness of the teacher's submission. He coached the youngster to alternately pinch and tweak the tips of David's nipples harder and harder until David was transported, gasping and whimpering, to the boundary between pleasure and pain and the same faraway look that Ravi had spotted in his eyes earlier returned - an open display of gratitude and total submission. "The trick is to mix in sucking on them with little bites with your teeth," Ravi whispered in Sharif 's ear as he lowered his head to the teacher's chest. When the youngster's sharp teeth bit into him for the first time David's whole body shuddered, prompting the youngster to moderate the pain by sucking them again before returning to biting them once more. "That's the way! You've got it! Now do the other one!" Noticing David's nipples were now standing out reddened and sore from his pale chest Ravi intervened before Sharif did him too much damage. "That'll do for now! Here, take some pictures to remind you the effect it has on him." "If your sub doesn't have sensitive tits - and not all of them do - an alternative way to excite him is to tell him to get himself hard. Wanking's a pretty universal way of getting a guy turned on - plus its humiliating to have to do it with someone else watching, so it appeals to a sub!" "Off you go then!" Ravi demanded of David, sitting back down and steering Sharif to resume his previous position on his knee, "Start wanking!" The teacher wrapped his fingers tightly around his cock and pulled up and down on it as he stole a glance at his audience. Sharif 's legs were splayed wide open with his arse lodged between the older Indian's thighs. While he attempted to take pictures of him Ravi did his best to distract him by tugging on his cock and sliding the tip of his own dick ever closer to his hole. The sight of the two Indians cavorting with each other naked only served to heighten his excitement. "You want him to be excited, but you don't want him to cum," the older Indian continued, "So what you do is tell him he's got to stop whenever he gets close and put his hands on his head." "You hear that Malcolm?" he asked. David nodded his head vigorously and carried on wanking only to stop and place his hands on his head a few seconds later. "This is called edging," Ravi explained to Sharif while continuing to tug on the youngster's cock, "cos it's designed to keep a sub on the edge of orgasm without allowing him to cum until you want him to - or, if you are really evil, not at all!" To Ravi's surprise, Sharif hastily raised his hands to his head as well, to signal to he too was on the cusp of orgasm and would shoot his load if he persisted in wanking him a moment longer. With a chuckle Ravi awarded Sharif a kiss, then slid him off his knee and rose to his feet. He positioned the youngster at David's side and took the camera from his hand. He stood back so he could get both of them in the frame and took pictures of them standing side by side with their hands in their head and their cocks erect. Then he continued with his lecture. "Once you've got a sub really excited it's the perfect time to chastise him with a bit of cock and ball torture or 'CBT' was it's called for short!" he announced like a pantomime villain. "Don't worry it sounds a lot worse than it is!" he assured the pair when they both looked alarmed. "From now on Sean, I'm going to demonstrate on you and whatever I do to you, you're going to do to Malcolm. That way you'll get to know what it feels like from both the sub side and the dom side. That okay?" "I guess so," murmured Sharif apprehensively, uncertain about the prospect of his cock and balls being tortured but knowing he was in no position to argue. "Start wanking again," Ravi instructed David, "and this time, count out the strokes!" "One... Two... Three..." the teacher began while Ravi turned his attention back to Sharif. He yanked down the Indian lad's foreskin, took its glistening head between the tips of his fingers and slowly massaged it using his own juices as lubricant. The youngster gasped at having the most sensitive part of his anatomy molested in this way but manfully kept his hands clamped to his head despite the temptation to ward off the older Indian's torments. Smiling at his submission, Ravi continued rubbing his exposed manhood between his fingers as though he were rolling a cigar while he watched him squirm, playfully teasing beneath the edges of its helmet as though curious about the effect it would have on the lad. Rather than shrinking in response to being molested, Sharif's cock remained rock hard as he gradually grew accustomed to the mixture of pleasure and pain his member was being subjected to. This encouraged Ravi to gradually increase the pressure and frequency of his squeezes and make the lad gasp and shudder all the more. Surprised by the intensity of the sensations he was feeling, and taken aback at how incredibly vulnerable and exposed it made him feel, Sharif let out a series of moans but obediently kept his hands glued to his head, amazed at the disproportionate impact that such slight pressure had on him. Once Ravi thought he had learned his lesson, he awarded the lad the ignominy of licking his sticky fingers clean by pressing them against his lips until he willingly took them into his mouth in a further show of submission. "Now you do the same to Malcolm!" he demanded, nodding at David who had become so excited by what he had witnessed that he had long ago placed his hands on top of his head. "A lot of subs enjoy this," Ravi explained as Sharif reached out and peeled back David's foreskin and massaged the head of his penis in the same way Ravi had his own, "as once they're excited the pain merges with their pleasure in unexpected ways." "You're also attacking their manhood and they're allowing you to do it, so it has a psychological impact too," he added pointing his camera at David to capture pictures of the teacher squirming and moaning at the hands of his companion. "It's a test of his submission." On hearing this, David's hands remained rooted to his head more firmly than ever despite the inordinate amount of pain the youngster's clumsy first attempt at cock torture resulted in. But instead of pushing his hands away he meekly took his punishment, letting out the occasional whimper when the pain threatened to become too much for him to bear. As the teacher bucked and gasped from his slightest touch, Sharif begun to appreciate the appeal of wielding such power over him and, based on his own experience, realised the gratitude he would feel toward him once his torment was over. So he rapidly brought things to a conclusion and witnessed a relieved and grateful David suck his fingers clean in a display of unconcealed devotion. "There are other sorts of CBT you can mix in to make his cock even more sensitive," added Ravi, illustrating by awarding Sharif's shaft a series of slaps with the flat of his hand. Grinning mischievously he batted it around like a ball on a string when after each blow it kept bouncing back for more, harder than ever. When the lad began to flinch in anticipation of his blows, Ravi warned him to stay still and continued to pummel his cock a few moments longer to emphasise he was the one calling the shots before instructing Sharif to do the same to David and stood back to take more pictures. When Ravi decided David's cock had also received a pounding, he intervened to grab Sharif by the balls and drag him across to him so he was staring him in the face. "If you want to show the power you have over your sub this is the way to do it!" he recommended, slowly tightening his grip around the youngster's scrotum. "Stick out your tongue!" he demanded increasing the pressure on the youngster balls until he complied and then sucking it deep into his mouth and holding it there. "Your tongue belongs to me now," he stated after pausing to take a breath, "As does the rest of your scrawny arse. I can do whatever I like with you... I can give you pleasure or I can give you pain... so you better do as I tell you from now on!" "Tongue!" he then demanded, this time abbreviating his command to a single word. Sharif immediately complied, realising for the first time that even kissing could involve both submission and domination. While they kissed Ravi continued to help himself to the youngster's cock and balls squeezing and slapping them around menacingly while David looked on. "Sexy talk like this is called verbals," Ravi explained as he watched Sharif repeat his words and actions on the teacher a few moments later. "Use it to drive home the message that you're in charge and that his role is to obey you! Talk tough and be uncompromising and you'll soon have a sub eating out of your hand and loving every moment of it." "In my book it's much more humiliating to control a sub with words rather than compel him to obey you by force," he added. "So get him used to obeying your commands and don't stay silent during sex. Tell him what you're going to do to him before you do it and you'll get him really excited. Talk to him as though he were a kid or a pet dog and insist he thank you whenever you punish him to belittle him even more. I promise you he'll love it!" "Bend over slave boy and show me your arse!" Ravi demanded of Sharif directing the youngster's head downwards until he was bent double. "Part those cheeks for me," he added, handing the camera over to David to take pictures of him. "Your arse better be clean!" Ravi warned, kneeling down and sliding his nose between the youngster's buttocks and breathing in deeply. Once satisfied it was sufficiently clean, he ran his tongue along his crack and slid his tongue deep into his hole until Sharif began to squirm - this time from pleasure. The excited older man pulled on his cock as he gorged himself on the smoothness of the lad's buttocks and fucked him with his tongue. "Now you do the same to Malcolm!" he demanded of Sharif with a chuckle, as he rose to his feet. Knowing this was coming Sharif didn't quibble and did as he was told. He parted David's pale buttocks, licked his way up and down his crack and slid the tip of his tongue into his pink hole, sending the teacher into spasms of delight. After watching the pair and taking pictures, Ravi stretched a condom over his cock and coated it with lube. "The tutorial's now over," Ravi announced, "Grab hold of your cock Malcolm and start wanking," he told David, pulling Sharif to his feet and handing him a condom to put on, "Sean's going to fuck you... while I do the same to him!" * * * * * * * * So excited were the trio, that it took only minutes before all three had shot their load, after which Ravi led them back to the bed. He had the pair lie on either side of him so he could embrace them as their heartbeats slowly returned to normal. "You enjoy yourselves?" Ravi asked, stroking David and Sharif's heads tenderly and flashing each of them a smile. "You kidding! That was completely mind blowing!" replied David. "What about you Sean?" He asked Sharif. "Amazing!" he replied, "I learned a lot!" he assured him. "My real name's Sharif by the way," he added, feeling guilty that he had lied to him earlier. "And I'm called David," the teacher admitted, also feeling embarrassed at deceiving the one guy he had met who had been kind to them. Ravi gave them a smile of approval, pleased that the lads now felt they could trust him and awarded each of them a kiss by way of reward. "I want you to know I don't usually pay for sex," Ravi confided in response, anxious to air the issue that was uppermost in his mind. "I don't usually need to!" he chuckled, "But I was so taken by the pics of Malcolm, sorry, David, posted on the website that I let myself to be talked into paying by your mate Alim. And when I stumbled across you loitering so seductively in the hallway Sharif who could blame me for wanting to fuck you too!" "But to be honest with you, I'm feeling guilty I've got drawn into exploiting you two. I've only ever had sex with willing partners before... I guess you won't be seeing much of the money I've paid Alim either will you?" he grimaced. "Don't worry about it," Sharif reassured him. "Sex with you has been an education," added David, "neither of us had a clue about how enjoyable gay sex could be until you came along!" "You've been really good to us," Sharif added awarding their mentor a grateful kiss and snuggling up closer to his side. As the older man held them securely to him in response, David took the opportunity to confide some of his own troubled thoughts in the older man. "For years before I met Alim, I dreamt about meeting a dom guy who would fuck me but I was too scared to do anything about it. On the few occasions when another gay guy showed any interest in me, I would freak out and run away." "So it was only when Alim and his mates spotted that I fancied Indian lads and blackmailed me into becoming their slave, that I realised that I like being controlled and humiliated, being forced to take off my clothes and allowing them do whatever they like with me..." "I have no idea why it turns me on so much, but it just does!" "Don't worry about it!"Ravi reassured him, "It's a fantasy you share with half the gay male population! Lots of guys dream about being dominated and humiliated but most are too frightened to admit it!" he chuckled. "But now I've become a complete slut!" David confessed, "I spent ten years hiding my feelings for other guys and feeling guilty about it, now if anyone shows any interest in me I gladly offer my arse to them to fuck without a second thought!" "There's nothing to be ashamed about in wanting to be a sub. Where would we be if all gay guys were selfish tops out to take their pleasure at the other guy's expense?" "In my book, as far as sex is concerned, you have to follow your dreams and go after whatever turns you on!" he advised, "as long as it doesn't do you or anyone else any harm." "You have a thing for Indian guys who'll treat you rough! So what? It's nothing to be ashamed of and with your looks you'll never be short of guys willing to give you what you're after..." "Eh Sharif?" he added, directing a grin at the youngster who had been taking note of every word that had been exchanged, awarding him an affectionate kiss on the nose. The three embraced each other once again and a further round of sex may well have ensued had there not been a loud knock on the door. "Time's up!" rang out Alim's voice, bringing the trio back to earth with a bump. "Okay, I'll be out in a minute!" Ravi replied. "I'd really like to see you two again - preferably without Alim being involved," he added in a hushed voice, getting up from the bed and tucking his mobile away in his briefcase. "But I'm going to be out of the country on business for the next month or more, so you may not hear from me again until September. If you need to get hold of me before then you can text me on this number. He wrote his mobile number on a scrap of paper and thrust it into David's hand. * * * * * * * * * * * * Sadly, the encounter with Ravi was very much the exception. Hungry for cash, Alim did his best to generate as many tricks as possible for his two captives. Fortunately for them, the numbers were limited by the time it took him to find guys on the dating website who were willing to pay for sex and by the high percentage who failed to turn up. When this happened Alim would regularly fly into a fit of rage and take out his frustration on them by subjecting them to some especially sadistic punishment as though they were the ones responsible. Ravi was one of few repeat clients and the only one to have sex with both of them at the same time. Others were put off from a return visit by the ever larger amounts of money Alim began demanding for their services - after he'd discovered that escort services where asking for much more. The pair noticed a hardening of attitudes towards them as a consequence of this - the clients became more demanding, wanting to get their money's worth out of them and less concerned about their satisfaction or any pain they might suffer. Never short of ideas for new ways of boosting his income from them, after realising that guys were willing to pay more if they could take pictures, Alim had begun offering this as an optional extra. He had also discovered that some guys were prepared to pay a premium if the sex was bareback, but after discovering that Sharif had been fucked bareback by the American David had managed to persuade Alim to stick to safer sex in future. Knowing that the threat it posed to Sharif and his own health would cut no ice with his masters; the teacher had argued that as he and Rajesh continued to fuck them without using condoms they would be putting their own health at risk too. Reluctantly Alim had conceded the point. In an attempt to keep his captives fully occupied Alim came up with the idea of double booking dates to reduce the time wasted through punters not turning up. If both guys happened to show up, he offered them the choice of waiting an hour for the one they wanted or taking the one who was available at a (small) discount. But after a belligerent guy made a stink about being kept waiting and another made a fuss about not getting the guy he'd been promised, he had abandoned the scheme. Although with Rajesh's help he had managed to keep a lid on things, he knew he couldn't risk a ruckus bringing the flat to the attention of the police. Things had to be kept low profile in case David's landlord found out what was going on there! So although Alim devoted more and more of his time to trawling gay dating websites and chatting with potential punters on-line, David and Sharif rarely had more than one client a day to service for most of the summer vac. Despite this, as the weeks passed the pair grew to resent the indignities that providing sex for money involved. Guys who were old, ugly or obese they took in their stride. It was the ones who had bad breath and smelt bad that they hated the most. It was hard not to vomit as they were made to suck their stinking cocks and breathe in the stench of stale sweat permeating their groins and armpits. Others stank of tobacco smoke or were the worse for drink when they arrived. Having them force their tongues into their mouths and paw and penetrate their bodies with their grubby hands made them feel dirty and defiled. Thankfully, mixed in with these there were some attractive and more kindly men too - guys in a hurry on a business trip looking for uncomplicated sex, any number of tourists and the odd control freak with very specific sexual tastes and sufficient money to pay Alim to ensure they got exactly what they wanted. As September approached, Sharif and David calculated that Alim and Rajesh's "college fund" must have swelled to thousands of pounds as a result of their efforts. But whilst they continued to lord it over them and enjoy the life of Riley, they were routinely beaten and humiliated and forced to wait on them hand and foot. But it would not be long before Alim and Rajesh's Halcyon days were over, and David and Sharif's finally began...