Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 11:42:39 +0100 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 28 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 The work published here is previously unpublished and all my own, with all rights reserved.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 seems to generate amongst them. 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. 28 A present for you... David tore open the envelope. Inside was a disk together with a slip of paper with, "A present for you. Hope you like it! Ravi xxx" scribbled on it. He smiled at the note and immediately went to the living room to watch it on the TV set using the DVD player. The video footage was clearly unedited and began by panning around what looked like an abandoned factory building. There was graffiti daubed on the walls and dust and rubble strewn all over the floor. Then two figures entered at its far end and made their way toward whoever was holding the camera. As they cautiously picked their way through the debris their faces were highlighted by a shaft of sunlight penetrating a broken roof-light above them. It was only then that David realised that it was Alim and Rajesh. "Shar!" David called out so he could be heard in the bedroom, "I think you're going to want to see this!" In contrast with their industrial surroundings the lads were dressed formally in suits and ties as though they had been expecting to attend a job interview. David had never seen them dressed quite so smartly before and their tanned faces had a healthy sheen he assumed they had gained on their recent holiday. Despite all they had done to him he couldn't help thinking how handsome they both looked. However, as they drew nearer the camera David realised how nervous they were. Their usual belligerent swagger was absent, replaced by a humility that he had not witnessed before. This, along with the pained expressions on their faces, made it clear that this was the last place either of them wanted to be, but some invisible force appeared to be holding them there against their will. When David heard a familiar voice shout from behind the camera in words he couldn't understand he realised that the force was Ravi. "Call!" he barked at them suddenly breaking into English, filming himself flipping a coin into the air. "Heads!" called out Alim before his mate got the chance to respond. Ravi pointed the camera down to the floor to reveal which way up it had landed. The lens zoomed in on the 10p coin to reveal it had come up heads. "Tails, I'm afraid!" Ravi announced nevertheless, quickly picking up the coin. Reverting to the language he had spoken earlier, he pointed his camera back at the two lads and gave them more instructions, after which they turned to each other and a heated argument began. Sharif entered the room and stood at David's side watching. "Ravi's sent us this DVD of Alim and Rajesh," the teacher explained as his friend peered down at the screen over his shoulder, "But they're not speaking in English so I can't work out what's happening. Have you any idea?" "They're arguing about who fucks who!" Sharif blurted out in disbelief after listening to their conversation for a few moments. "From what I can gather Ravi made them flip a coin and Alim lost, but now he's refusing to co-operate and trying to persuade Rajesh not to make him strip!" "I saw that before you came in," David informed him. "Alim won actually!" he added with a chuckle, "But Ravi seems to be the one calling the shots and decided he should be the one to lose!" "I wonder how on earth he managed to get them to do this?" pondered David, whilst his lover continued to monitor the lad's increasingly heated debate with a widening grin on his face. "Who cares," responded Sharif, kneeling down in front of the TV so he could get a better view, "let's just make the most of it! If this is going the way I think it is, then we'll never have to put up with Alim and Rajesh bossing us around ever again!" David squatted down beside him realising that Sharif was right; but also shocked that their appeal to Ravi for help should yield such dramatic results so quickly. "Shit! Ravi's just told Raj that if Alim refuses to co-operate he's to rip his clothes off him!" his companion chuckled excitedly. The pair looked on riveted to the screen as Rajesh caught hold of Alim's tie and made to unfasten it. The camera zoomed in on Alim's alarmed face as the slender lad attempted to stay the more muscular one's hands. "Don't do it!" Alim pleaded in desperate tones, "Can't you see, he's trying to get us to turn against each other! Once he's got this on video he isn't going to give either of us a penny!" But Rajesh ignored his pleas - he had won the coin toss and presented with the choice of fucking his mate or getting fucked by him on camera he knew which option he preferred! "He's not going to give you a penny!" Rajesh responded. Not to be dissuaded, he continued to prise the knot apart and when Alim clung onto it, unceremoniously flung him onto the floor and snatched the tie away from him as he fell. The sportsman knew better than to give his opponent breathing space once he had him at a disadvantage, so before Alim was over the shock of what had occurred, he closed in on him and grabbed hold of him by the collar of his jacket. Alim fought vainly to regain his footing on the treacherous surface as Rajesh swung the lanky lad around as though he were a rag doll, covering his smart clothes in a layer of dust and grime. As the seams of his jacket gave way, the bigger lad succeeded in wrenching it from his shoulders and catapulted him across the floor in the opposite direction. When he saw Alim stumble over a pile of rubble and land on his rear with an undignified thump, Sharif punched the air and let out a cheer, so delighted was he to witness the pair who had bullied and abused him for so many years at each other's throats. Realising in horror that Rajesh was not to be deterred; Alim's instinct was to flee. He clambered to his feet determined to put as much distance between him and his former henchman as he could. But he was not quick enough, allowing Rajesh ample time to block his way. Soon his much stronger adversary had him backed up against a wall. Realising he had no answer to the bigger lad's superior strength he made yet another attempt to persuade his former mate to change his mind. "Don't be a fool Raj! He's just playing you!" he warned. "Don't call me a fool!" Rajesh responded and pinned Alim against the wall with his hands wrapped around his throat and tightened his grip until the slighter lad was gasping for breath. When Alim frantically attempted to loosen his hold, Rajesh suddenly let go and caught him unawares yet again by kneeing him in the groin. When he bent forward to protect himself his opponent then slapped him hard across the face. It was brutal, but effective While Alim was subdued, Rajesh grabbed hold of the front of his shirt and tore it open, scattering buttons everywhere. "Now, unless you want them all ripping apart, do as the man says and take your fucking clothes off!" "Fucking ace!" chortled Sharif. When Alim still made no move to comply, Rajesh unbuckled his opponent's belt, wrenched open his fly and chuckled as his smart trousers fell down to his ankles. "Take everything off!" Rajesh demanded, sensing that the fight was over and that he had won. To Sharif's delight, Alim finally admitted defeat and forlornly slid off what was left of his suit. "Shoes and socks as well!" Rajesh prompted, waiting for him to remove everything before gathering up his clothes and walking out of shot. When Alim shielded his crotch from the camera with his cupped hands, Ravi immediately intervened. "Put your hands on your head!" he demanded. The camera zoomed in on the former gang leader's groin as he reluctantly raised his arms to his head to reveal his shrivelled cock whilst hopping from one foot to the other as his bare soles came across sharp fragments hidden amongst the debris strewn on the floor. "About time he got a taste of his own medicine!" chuckled Sharif, cock-a-hoot as Ravi made Alim turn around to display his rear to the camera and adopt the same demeaning poses that he had so enjoyed imposing on David and himself in the past. The teacher was more subdued. In part he felt sorry for Alim but he also remained fearful that there might yet be comeback as a result of Ravi humiliating him in this way. How on earth had he managed to turn one lad against the other and persuade them into participating in a video that could haunt them for the rest of their lives? After a few minutes Rajesh reappeared, still dressed in his suit and tie, so the contrast between him and the naked Alim could not have been starker, and proceeded to fasten a dog collar around his neck. Reluctantly the lad allowed him to do this but when he instructed him to get down on all fours he gave him a poisonous look and refused to comply. The response from Rajesh was swift and brutal. He thrust his knee into the defenceless lad's groin and as he bent double from the pain, coolly folded him down to the floor. Giving him no respite, he attached a leash to his collar, yanked hard on the end of it and dragged Alim behind him across the rubble-strewn floor. After they had gone a few yards Rajesh paused, patted Alim on the head and instructed him to kiss his feet. Meeting resistance, he pushed the lad's head downwards until his lips were pressed against the dusty surface of his shoes. "Lick them clean!" he demanded, this time reaching between the lad's thighs and encircling his cock and balls in his other hand and twisting them until he complied. The camera followed their progress across the room, capturing close-ups of Alim wincing and cursing as his hands and knees met with sharp objects in his path as he crawled along. When he pulled back on the leash once too often, Rajesh added to his humiliation by straddling his back so that his full weight bore down on him and then gave him a slap on the arse to urge him on. Visibly sagging in the middle but determined to avoid collapsing onto the floor Alim crept forward at a snail's pace. To Sharif's delight, Rajesh then rode him like a rodeo horse, pummelling his arse at regular intervals to drive him onwards until they finally reached another part of the building where a battered wooden chair was set beside a dust-coated worktop. The camera rose from capturing close ups of Alim's now discoloured arse to reveal a selection of sex toys set out ready for use on top of a towel. There were various sizes of butt- plug (none particularly small), a chastity device, handcuffs, canes and floggers, nipple clamps and whole lot more sex toys the purpose of which the lads could only imagine. "Shit!" cried out Sharif in glee as the camera lingered over them and then switched its focus to the look of dismay on Alim's face when he realised what might lay in store for him, provoking the youngster to burst into fits of laughter. As soon as Rajesh rose to his feet, Alim again attempted to flee, but the bigger lad held the leash secure and soon brought him back to heel. With his resistance successfully choked off, Rajesh punished him for his defiance by slapping him hard across the buttocks like an unruly dog until he had subdued him completely. Although it was the other items that had caught the lads' imaginations, it was the hair trimmer that Rajesh make use of first. At a word from Ravi, he hoisted a sulky, but compliant, Alim onto his feet and pushed him down onto the chair. Within seconds he had marred the lad's good looks by cutting a bald strip through the middle of his luxuriant black locks all the way from the back of his head to the front. "Shame we haven't got a mirror," Rajesh chuckled, tickled by how ridiculous Alim now looked. "Never mind, you'll be able to see how it looks on the video!" he added cruelly, and proceeded to trim away the hair on either side until the lad's scalp was left with a mere coating of stubble. Still not done, he made Alim lift up his arms and then stand on top of the chair so he could zap away the hair beneath his arms and finally his pubes. Once the shaving job was complete, Ravi threw a marker pen across to Rajesh and told him to write Alim's full name and date of birth across his chest, just as he had done to David. The sour expression on the shorn Indian lad's face was something to behold as his mate betrayed him by revealing his birthday to comply with Ravi's instructions and then added above his denuded crotch in large letters "S L A V E". Now anyone who saw the video would know exactly who he was. David realised that with a copy of it in their possession they held the trump card which would protect them from any further blackmail or exploitation as neither lad would want it ever to see the light of day. However well Alim did in his studies and however high he climbed on the career ladder it could all be brought crashing down on his head by anyone who possessed a copy of this video, giving them as strong a hold over him as he had held over Sharif and himself. Ravi had weighed in on their side and used their own bullyboy tactics to force a stand-off. It was now stalemate! While Sharif pumped the air in celebration and gave a whoop of delight at what he saw, David was more subdued as it suddenly dawned on him that he was never likely to see Alim again. For all his faults, the gang leader had been his liberator. He had dragged him kicking and screaming from his lonely fantasy world, made him confront his desires and generated in him the most intense emotional feelings he had ever felt toward another human being. It had been no picnic for sure, but for the first time in his life he had felt truly alive! The sexual experiences he had endured at Alim's hands may have been brutal but they had enabled him to come to terms with facets of his sexuality that he might otherwise have kept hidden for years. The teacher consoled himself that at least he had no shortage of photos to remind him of the adventure that had changed his life so completely! Plus, for the first time, thanks to this video, he now had pictures of the dominant Indian lad he had once worshipped so willingly stripped bare of his clothing! Despite his misgivings about witnessing Alim's abject humiliation, David's cock had been stiff ever since he'd seen the DVD's first frame! Ravi had clearly taken careful note of the many humiliations he and Sharif had suffered at Alim's hands in the past and now seemed determined to ensure that he experienced all of them, but this time from the receiving end! Rajesh pulled a now very juvenile looking Alim up from the chair by the ear and directed him to bend over it with his hands placed flat down on its seat with his legs spread wide. He picked up the cane, swished it around menacingly in the air in school master fashion and then brought it down with a thwack on the lad's defenceless arse. "How many?" Rajesh enquired into the camera. "Six of the best for starters!" replied Ravi cheerily. Alim knew what was coming and took the first few hits stoically. But when Rajesh gradually increased the ferocity of his blows he began to gasp and shudder as each one landed. After landing the first six Rajesh paused to examine the lad's arse cheeks and within seconds purple horizontal stripes began to appear. "Now six more!" demanded Ravi. "Please no!" cried out Alim. But both Ravi and Rajesh ignored his protest and the count began again - this time with Rajesh using the stripes left by his previous blows as his guide to ensure the punishment he meted out would hurt even more. It took just three more hits before Alim was reduced to tears and begging the big lad for mercy. Rajesh glanced back toward the camera for guidance. "We'll let you off any more - as long as there's no more disobedience and you do as you're told straight away from now on!" "I will! I promise!" Alim wailed. "Good! Cos now he's going to fuck you!" Ravi announced maliciously, "while you suck my dick!" The picture lurched from side to side as Ravi yanked his dick from his trousers. In the background Rajesh could be seen from curious angles leading Alim around on the leash so that his head was aligned with Ravi's groin and then of him eagerly pulling out his own cock. "You know what'll happen if you refuse to co-operate," Ravi threatened as the lad's tear- stained face appeared in close-up on the screen. "Open up wide or he'll be beating your arse 'til it's like raw meat!" Alim swallowed hard and opened his mouth for the camera as Ravi, or rather his cock, entered the production for the first time. "Good lad!" the older Indian observed before inserting his thick brown cock as deep in the chastened lad's mouth as it would go. "Now suck it!" "Do it properly!" hissed Ravi, slapping him on the side of the head. Adding, "Take it in all the way in and don't dare let me feel your teeth!" when Alim looked up at him submissively unsure what he had done wrong. The camera remained on Alim's face as he did his utmost to ensure Ravi was satisfied. But as the older Indian's excitement grew and the pace and depth of thrusts increased the lad was soon struggling to cope. "About time the bastard found out what it's like to get face-fucked!" commented Sharif bitterly, "Shame it's only the once!" Alim had barely accustomed himself to having a cock rammed forcibly down his throat than he had to cope with an even bigger challenge at his rear end. Ravi held up the camera to capture the action as, with nothing more than a little spit as lubricant and no condom, Rajesh set about prising his mammoth dick into Alim's virginal hole. The spanking may have been painful - but this promised to be even worse! The camerawork became even rockier as Ravi attempted to hold the bucking lad secure while Rajesh relentlessly thrust his member deeper and deeper into his hole. Although the lad wriggled like a worm to attempt to mitigate the pain, the stronger duo were determined not to give ground and Rajesh kept up the pressure until every inch of his mammoth dick was sliding freely in and out of Alim's battered arse. "Shit! This just gets better and better!" exclaimed Sharif, "Getting dry fucked by a guy with a huge dick is just what he deserves!" Fortunately for Alim his suffering didn't last for long as the excitement generated by his rape resulted in both of his tormentors cumming very quickly. Before the inexperienced lad knew it was on its way, Ravi's cock erupted in his throat leaving him with little option but to swallow the copious quantities of spunk he was pumping into him. "Take it all you cocksucker!" Ravi demanded, holding Alim's head impaled on his cock until he was done. The sight of the older Indian achieving orgasm gave Rajesh a final push toward cumming himself. "Take it all you cocksucker!" he repeated with a grin as he delivered one last thrust, sinking his dick into his former pal's arse as far as it would go before flooding his insides with his semen. Ravi waited until Rajesh's pleasure subsided before extracting his cock from Alim's mouth and training the camera on his face as he coughed and spluttered and spat the remaining semen from his mouth onto the floor. Then with alacrity he stepped around to capture a close- up view of his rear end as Rajesh withdrew his cock from his arse. Alim's arse was a sight to behold, his buttocks marked with a series of dark almost purple stripes, his once pristine hole red and raw where Rajesh's cock had forcibly penetrated him, oozing globs of semen down onto the floor. But even though they had both cum the pair still weren't finished with Alim. "Lie down on the floor on your back and get yourself hard!" Ravi demanded, adding in an aside to Rajesh, "Don't bother fastening up your pants, now he's going to rim you!" Clearly desperate for his ordeal to be over, a resigned Alim gingerly lowered his battered brown body down onto the filthy floor as instructed and began to wank. The camera then switched to Rajesh to capture the big guy shoving his trousers and pants to his ankles and then followed him as he squatted down with the crack of his arse a few inches above Alim's face. "Lick it!" ordered Ravi, crouching down lower so he could capture on camera the moment Alim stuck out his tongue and slid its tip into the hairy cleft between Rajesh's muscular buttocks. "Sorry mate, I took a crap after my shower this morning!" Rajesk teased. "Stick it in nice and deep!" demanded Ravi regardless, as the big lad obligingly held apart the cheeks of his arse so the camera could get a better view. Despite Rajesh's warning Alim obediently raised his head and worked his tongue deeper into his hole until his nose and mouth were enveloped by his crack. "I just hope Rajesh's arse was covered in shit!" Sharif shouted at the screen, "like the arses of the smelly bastards we had to put up with!" "You're going to carry on rimming him until you get hard!" Ravi's voice warned as he switched the camera to Alim's groin, where his cock was refusing to become erect. Following his prompting, the pace of the lad's wanking stepped up a gear and Ravi stepped back so he could capture the whole of Alim's denuded body in shot. Shorn of his body hair, his slender limbs and delicate brown skin looked especially vulnerable in contrast with the hard pallor of the bare concrete floor with its coating of dust and rubble. "Get on with it!" Ravi demanded, awarding the youngster a kick in the ribs to spur him on, prompting Alim to pull even more furiously on his cock. Then the picture juddered as the camera swung from side to side, making its audience fear the video might be coming to a premature end. But they soon found out the reason why. As they watched Alim lying prone on the dusty floor with his face submerged beneath Rajesh's buttocks, a few drops of pale liquid began to rain down on him from above. The trickle rapidly turned into a monsoon as Ravi opened up his bladder and added to the youngster's misery by drenching his lower body in piss. When Alim's cock eventually began to show signs of life, Ravi zoomed in on it again just in time to capture the lad's spunk coat his belly in close-up as he finally reached climax. Rajesh rose to his feet with a big grin on his face and before pulling up his pants followed Ravi's example and pointed his now flaccid dick at Alim's face. "Open your mouth!" he demanded, directing his jet at the lad's head which had escaped the previous drenching, "Time for a spunk, shit and piss sandwich!" he announced with glee. "I didn't say you could stop wanking!" Ravi then added, aware that following orgasm Alim's cock would be even more sensitive than before, "You're either going to cum again or get caned again! The choice is yours!" Taking his cue from Ravi, once he'd filled Alim's mouth with piss, Rajesh pinched the lad's nose and closed his mouth shut. "Swallow it!" he demanded, leaving him little choice but to comply. "You have 2 minutes to cum!" added Ravi piling on the pressure as the lad coughed and spluttered after swallowing Rajesh's piss. In desperation, Alim grabbed hold of his balls to obtain more leverage and wanked himself furiously until he finally managed to prise a few reluctant spurts of cum from his dick just seconds before the 2 minutes was up - but afterwards his cock was left reddened and raw. Still not done with humiliating him, the pair kicked the doubly spent lad over onto his belly and had him roll around on the floor in the pool of their piss until his whole body was coated in filth. After one final humiliating shot of Alim lying on his back holding his legs in the air ready to be fucked once again, the picture faded to black... leaving David and Sharif to wonder what further torments Ravi and Rajesh might have made him suffer after the video session had ended.