Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2017 15:12:38 +1300 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 31 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 The work published here is previously unpublished and all my own, with all rights reserved.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. 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Lust In the Maze "Good job we had the address!" commented David to Sharif as they descended the steep stairs followed more slowly by Alim, who was still carrying their shopping. They'd had to turn back to check the door numbers after walking past the unobtrusive entrance to the club, which at street level was just an open doorway with a small sign beside it saying "The Maze". As they queued up at a hatch at the foot of the stairs, Sharif handed David the Nordic guy's cash to pay for their entry. "Three please... and have you somewhere we can leave our shopping?" the teacher added after paying for their entry. "No problem, there's a coat-check next to the bar," the guy assured him, slipping the notes into his till and pressing a switch to open the door. At the bar, Alim handed over their parcels in exchange for a cloakroom ticket whilst David ordered beers for Sharif and a coke for their distinctly nervous-looking slave. Drinks in hand, they had a wander around the gloomy interior of the club and soon discovered it was a much raunchier place than the gay pub they had visited on their previous outing to the West End. Besides a bar counter surrounded by stools, there were comfy leather sofas backed to the walls, with black painted metal barrels dotted around for tables. The open space then gave way to a maze of corridors leading in different directions. They passed a row of wooden cubicles no bigger than toilet stalls with a single shelf seat inside, followed by a line of low brick arches with saloon-style doors you could peer over, all with rubber mats laid on the knee-high beds inside them. The maze eventually opened up to a large, darkly lit, cruising area. There were gay porn movies being shown on half a dozen TV screens located in the corridors or side-rooms and the beat of music pervaded the whole club, making it feel both lively and welcoming as soon as they had entered. Although it was still daylight outside, the black painted walls of the subterranean venue meant that it was forever night-time inside, with just the subdued lighting and strobes illuminating the darkness. As their eyes adjusted to the dimness, they could make out guys having sex naked on the mats within some of the arches while others, partly clothed, were making out standing up in dark corners. In the main cruising area, more confident, or more intoxicated, guys were busy giving or receiving blow jobs, while one guy was stripped entirely naked and was being fucked in front of an excited audience who were busy pulling on their cocks as they watched. "Wow! This is quite a place!" David muttered to Sharif, slumping down on one of the sofas once they had completed their tour. "Looks like anything goes in here!" the youngster replied, taking a gulp of his beer and sitting down beside him, leaving Alim to stand anxiously beside them. The two chatted and drank and watched as the club began to fill up and guys circulated by them. As in the gay bar they had visited, the customers had their origins in countries across the globe and were a mix of ages, most were dressed casually but a few were still wearing their work attire. The club was far more cruisy than the bar had been however, with less conversation and more men blatantly on the lookout for sex trying to catch the eye of the guys they fancied. Hoping to persuade them into necking with them in a dark corner, having sex in one of the cubicles or arches or, if they were into exhibitionism, in front of an audience - out in the corridor or in the darkroom, so others could both watch and join in. The pair could see the entrance to the toilets from where they were sitting and caught glimpses of half-dressed guys entering keen to clean themselves up before exiting a few minutes later to re-join the fray, helping themselves to condoms and lube from a dispenser on the wall along the way. As they passed by, most paused to take a quizzical look at the tall Indian lad wearing the revealing schoolboy outfit, and many of them also awarded him a lascivious stare. Freaked by the amount of attention he was generating, Alim swallowed hard and looked away to avoid meeting their gazes. Sharif smiled to himself, just as he'd thought when he'd checked out the website on-line, the place was just perfect for taking Alim's humiliation to a whole new level. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * As the alcohol boosted the youngster's self-confidence and he began to feel at home in his new surroundings, Sharif cast his eyes over the suddenly shy lad standing beside him and decided it was time for the fun to begin. "Take your shirt off, slave boy!" he demanded, "Let the nice men get a good look at you!" Wearily, Alim set his half-empty coke can down on the barrel nearest him, checked to see if anyone was watching and began to unfasten his tie. "Leave the tie on!" Sharif interrupted, adding with a chuckle, "It'll make do as a collar!" After taking another furtive glance around him, which only succeeded in attracting the attention of more of the guys standing nearby, Alim hastily undid the front of his shirt and slid its sleeves down over his slender arms. Reluctantly he handed it over to Sharif, who instantly whisked it out of his reach, leaving the tie hanging rakishly around his neck. Knowing he was by no means the only bare-chested guy in the club, despite his embarrassment, the lad did his best to look "cool" whilst taking a further sip of his coke. However, in contrast with the other shirtless guys dotted around the club Alim lacked the tattooed torso or muscular body they were eager to show off to other guys. He'd also noticed that apart from he and Sharif, there were only two other Indians present, both of whom were fully dressed. The fewer the better, Alim thought to himself, freaked by the thought that the public humiliation he guessed the youngster had lined up for him might reach the attention of someone in his family. Careless of being recognised himself, an excited Sharif quickly pressed on to raise the stakes and increase his adversary's discomfort to new highs. "Now stand over there with your face to the wall!" he instructed pointing to the space next to him, adding with a twinkle in his eye, "And put your hands on your head!" Although Alim had done this many times within the confines of the flat, it was an entirely different matter him for him to do so publicly within a club packed with randy gay men! Here the implications of him adopting such a submissive pose would mark him out as fair game for any guy who fancied fucking him! "I said, put your hands on your head!" Sharif repeated when Alim hesitated, exchanging grins with David, both knowing that the lad had little choice but to comply. "Only two more weeks to go," Alim told himself before biting the bullet and doing as he was told, "After which I will never show my face in this place ever again!" Enjoying themselves, Sharif and David celebrated this latest triumph by chinking their bottles together and downing two large gulps of beer. Meanwhile a whole troop of gay men filed past them, excited not just by Alim's good looks and submissive pose, but by the inviting hole in the rear of his shorts and the immodest bulge tenting out their front. Did he have an erection they wondered? Tempted to reach out and touch him, they would turn their gaze to the couple sitting on the sofa beside him, realise they were the ones orchestrating the lad's embarrassment and wordlessly seek their permission to do so. But when no such agreement was forthcoming they hurried on, only to return at regular intervals, intrigued by the relationship between the tall Indian lad and the pair controlling him, judging that proceedings were likely to get more interesting as the night progressed. They didn't have long to wait! "Let me have a shufty at those pants," Sharif demanded after Alim had been displaying himself submissively for a few minutes, grabbing him by the waist and steering him to stand in front of him. "Bend forward so I can see the hole!" he added, giving the lad a prod in the back. Sulkily Alim complied, allowing Sharif to inspect the opening he had made previously in the seat of his former school trousers. "Pull your arse-cheeks apart!" he added, when he was unable to see very much in the dim light, instantly making Alim's pose even more humiliating. Although when stretched the slit was large enough to take his hand, and just about big enough for him to fuck Alim with his pants still on, it left most of his arse covered up or shrouded in darkness. So, careless of what the lad would wear to go home in, Sharif took hold of the tissue-thin fabric and yanked it wider apart, until the seam was opened up all the way from the waistband to the crotch. "That's better!" he declared with a satisfied grin on his face, and sat back to admire the new hole, through which both of the lad's arse cheeks could now be clearly seen. "Turn around!" the youngster added with a mischievous giggle, taking a celebratory swig of his drink as Alim complied. "Stay bent over!" he added, when the lad started to straighten up, "And pull your arse cheeks apart again," he added. Alim's face flushed with embarrassment as he realised that this time obeying the youngster's instructions would leave him not just displaying his arse but his hole to any and every passerby, as though he was desperate to be fucked. Wearily, he closed his eyes and like an ostrich burying his head in the sand, bent forward and adopted the obscene pose the youngster had demanded, knowing that how he looked now was the complete opposite of "cool". "That a boy, show all the gay guys what you have to offer!" Sharif chirped happily. The crowd looked on, shocked, excited and bemused, turned on as much by the lanky Indian lad appearing to take orders from his more junior compatriot as by the arousing sight of him exhibiting his fuck hole to all and sundry. "Now shove your finger into it!" Sharif chuckled, loving every minute of the former gang leader's humiliation. "He's such a slut!" the youngster sniggered to David, when Alim had complied, "Getting fucked twice in one day's not enough for him! He just can't wait to get another cock shoved up his arse!" "That's it, get it all the way in and wiggle it around a bit!" "I wonder what these guys will make of you when they find out you're wearing a cock- cage..." he whispered in Alim's ear to heighten his anxieties still further. Chuckling, he held his beer bottle up to his mouth to celebrate once again but found it was empty. "Time for a top-up?" he asked David, who nodded his head in agreement. When his companion made a move to get up, he pushed him back in his seat, "Don't worry, Alim can go!" "Get your finger out and straighten up!" he joked, extracting his bulging wallet from his pants, "We need you to go to the bar." The youngster made a play of peeling off a twenty from the wedge of notes it contained and handed it over to a relieved Alim, "Here's a twenty, make sure you get all the change!" "And hurry up!" he added giving the lad a slap on his backside as a send-off. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * After queuing politely at the rear of the crowd for five minutes and making little progress, Alim held the £20 note high in his hand and used his superior height to gain the barman's attention. To the chagrin of those who had pushed their way to the front of the counter, his handsome face and bare torso ensured he succeeded in getting served out of turn. Using this as their justification, one disgruntled guy caught hold of the lad's tie and yanked his head toward him, while another set about obtaining his retribution by tugging down what was left of the uppity Indian sub's pants. By the time Alim had freed the guy's grip on the tie, his shorts were already down to his ankles and his humiliating secret was out in the open. The revelation was greeted with jeers and sniggers from those surrounding him and a veritable tsunami of excitement radiated outwards from the bar until it reached the furthest corners of the crowded club. Public humiliation such as this was rare to behold, even in a raunchy gay venue such as this, and it was clear from their reactions that many guys found the sight of the handsome young Indian lad wandering around wearing just footwear, a tie and a cock cage, not just arousing but provocative. All hell broke loose around him as a whole welter of hands reached out to grope him, their owner's faces hidden by the anonymity the crowd. Caught between fending them off and completing his transaction with the barman the lad was left with little alternative but to stand there while all and sundry helped themselves to a piece of his arse. But as soon as Alim had the two bottles of beer in his hands, he made a bid to escape his unwanted admirers, only to stumble over his shorts which were now wrapped around his ankles. Unwilling to risk bending over to pull them back up, he hastily kicked them off his feet so he could prise himself free of the clutches of the mob and return to find sanctuary with Sharif and David, now with the added embarrassment of the cock cage swinging between his legs. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * So aroused was Sharif by the raunchy goings on all around him and buoyed up by the extent of the humiliation he had imposed on Alim that day, that as soon as the lad departed, he immediately turned his attentions to David. For his part, the teacher had sprouted a hard-on when he had first clapped eyes on the Indian lads waiting for him in the station foyer, and his cock had continued to swell again and again as he had witnessed the outrageous and inventive ways in which Sharif had set about depriving Alim of the last shreds of his dignity. With their inhibitions diminished by the alcohol they had consumed, the pair were unable to hold their amorous feelings for each other in check a second longer. The youngster dragged David close and slid his tongue between his lips. The teacher returned his kisses and the pair were soon locked in each other's arms. As they hugged, a new fantasy began to take shape in the drunken youngster's head - one involving him stripping both the white teacher and his former boss completely naked in front of all these gay guys and having them service him at the same time! When Sharif set to work depriving him of his clothes even more rapidly than he had deprived Alim of his, it didn't take the teacher long to work out what his partner had in mind! But, as the prospect of being stripped naked in the club excited him too, David let Sharif have his way, with the result that by the time Alim returned, his top half was bare, his pants were around his ankles and his head was submerged in his lover's groin sucking his dick. Plus a whole circle of excited guys was looking on in envy, itching to join in. "Where the hell have you been all this time?" Sharif demanded, over the teacher's head, when Alim emerged from the crowd, naked save for his socks, trainers and the attention- grabbing cock-cage, "And where've your pants gone?" "Things got pretty wild at the bar, while I was waiting to be served," Alim explained breathlessly, holding up the bottles of beer in the hope that his success in carrying out his errand would mitigate the lad's displeasure. "And where's my change?" Sharif questioned, grabbing the drinks from his hands and taking a quick swig from one of the bottles while David subserviently continued to suck his dick. "I must have left it on the bar!" Alim admitted. "You best go back and get it then!" "But they stole my shorts!" Alim protested, "If I go back now, they'll start on me all over again!" "Best stay here in that case then!" the youngster conceded. "God, it must be such a burden being such a handsome devil!" he added sarcastically, shaking his head and reaching out to grab hold of the plastic cage imprisoning the lad's cock. "So now your secret's out!" he chuckled, "Put your hands back on your head, so everyone can get a good look at it!" It had been humiliating enough for him to be reduced to being their slave in the privacy of Chalfont Road, but to be exposed wearing a cock cage and precious little else in front of an audience of randy gay men, was his worst nightmare come true! In contrast, sexually humiliating Alim publicly was Sharif's dream, and one that he was determined would tonight become a reality! He began berating him in the same fashion he had himself in the past. "I give you my best school pants to wear and you let someone run off with 'em!" " I give you a £20 note for two drinks and you can't be asked to collect the change!" "You seem to think money grows on trees!" Knowing better than to argue, especially when his own past meanness was being used against him, Alim hung his head in shame and took the reprimand in silence. "I'm the one who decides what you get to wear nowadays, not any Tom, Dick or Harry hanging around a gay bar!" "And for the rest of tonight that's going to be nothing!" Sharif announced forming a "o" with his thumb and second finger. "Take off the tie... and your trainers and socks... and hand 'em over!" Comforted by the sight of David half naked and publicly sucking the lad's dick, Alim shuffled off his footwear, removed his socks and then obediently returned his hands to his head. "Now put this on!" he added, after extracting the dog collar from his pocket. Intoxicated by booze and power, whilst the teacher devotedly continued worshipping his cock, Sharif ran his hands up and down the length of Alim's silky skinned torso, feeling its softness and playfully tweaking his nipples, before cupping his buttocks in his hands and hugging him close so he could slap around his tethered cock and balls. "Want me to take off the cage?" he taunted, pulling the ribbon out from around his neck and flaunting the key attached to it in front of the lad. "Up to you, Sir!" Alim replied hoarsely, attempting to hide the fact that the raunchy goings in the club and the thought of himself being stripped completely bare had set his cock straining the confines of its cage. "Wouldn't you like to show all these nice men what a big dick you have, locked up inside this?" he asked, "And maybe have them suck it for you?" "Yes, Sir!" Alim admitted, knowing he was expected to reply. "If you ask me nicely and I may even let you cum as well!" Sharif added with a grin. Aim swallowed hard, realising that getting him to beg for permission to be allowed to cum was yet another means of publicly humiliating him, and that however "nicely" he asked, refusal was just as likely as consent! Nonetheless, he was now feeling so randy that he opted to give it a go! "Please Sir," he began, as the ears of the spectators' pricked up, "Please Sir, may I be allowed to cum?" "You'll have to do better than that!" Sharif responded "As this collar signifies, Sir, I am your slave," he ventured. "You are my master and superior to me in every way. My sole purpose in life is to serve you and to bring you pleasure." "In your wisdom you gave me this chastity device to wear to curb my wayward sexual impulses so I could focus my mind on pleasing you before myself." "For almost a week now I have obeyed your instructions and sought to please you in every way I could and I will continue to do whatever you ask of me, without question regardless of whether you grant this request or not." "Although I know I do not deserve it, Sir, if it pleases you, I ask to be allowed to pleasure myself in your presence for your amusement and for the entertainment of those present." "That's much better!" replied Sharif gleefully, pulling the ribbon off over his head and giving him a grin. "But first let's seal the deal by you getting down on the floor like a good little doggy and kissing your Master's feet!" While a whole crowd of guys looked on, Alim obediently lowered his lanky body down to the floor and with his brown arse up in the air for all to see, awarded the tops of Sharif's shoes half a dozen grateful kisses. To Sharif's delight, as soon as the cock cage was removed Alim immediately sprouted a boner. "Ah-ah! No touching!" Sharif decreed, slapping the lad's hand away when he made a move to grab hold of his dick and commence wanking off in front of the gawping crowd, "That belongs to me!" "Put your hands back on your head!" he demanded, and as soon as Alim complied, he commenced slapping his swollen manhood from side to side with the palms of his hands. Taken by surprise, the lad gasped and continued to do so as each new blow hit home. But despite the pain he was suffering, remarkably, his cock showed no sign of shrinking. In fact, it grew harder still with every slap, encouraging Sharif to pick up the pace of his punishment until the lad didn't know whether he was cumming or going! Within minutes, to the surprise of everyone, the lad's cock erupted spontaneously, shooting plumes of spunk in a wide arc across the sofa and halfway up the wall!