Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2016 17:03:04 +0000 From: Barney Bumpkin Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 21 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 The work published here is previously unpublished and all my own, with all rights reserved.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. 21. Sharif enslaved While Alim was munching his way through the meal he had prepared for him, David's mobile signalled that he'd received a text, immediately presenting him with a test of his newly avowed loyalty to the gang leader. "That'll be Sharif," he volunteered nervously, when Alim turned a questioning eye toward him, realising he had omitted to mention the arrangement the two of them had made for him to text him with his new phone number. "He had his mobile stolen so I agreed to buy him a new one," he hastily explained, missing out that he was texting the number so he could ring him back to tell him when the coast was clear. "So let me get it right," Alim replied, "Sharif has been staying here ever since the party?" "He did go home on Sunday," David explained, "but when he got there he had a big row with his parents. So he decided to pack his bags and come back here again. But on the way he was mugged by a gang of kids from his estate. They stole his clothes as well as all the stuff he'd packed, so he had to take some off a washing line and walk all the way here without any shoes!" "His feet were in such a bad way by the time he arrived, I told him he could stay until he recovered," David concluded, this time glossing over the romance that had blossomed between the two of them, or the fact that Sharif had no intention of returning home anytime soon. "His parents are still looking for him you know!" Alim replied. "The bugger needs to tell them he's okay or they'll be reporting him to the police as a missing person!" "We don't want him telling them he's living with you though!" he added thinking aloud. "We need to dream up something more acceptable to tell his mum and dad than that he's shacked up with a paedo school teacher!" "I'm damned if I can think of anything believable though!" he admitted after a minute or two, "You got any suggestions, brain box?" he asked. For once, the two of them were on the same side, David realised, neither wanting Sharif's parents to find out where he had taken refuge. So he too wracked his brains for a possible solution to the problem - but it was a difficult one. When David remained silent, Alim's thoughts went off in a different direction. "I actually don?t mind him staying here with you," the gang leader announced as though he were giving the teacher an incentive to come up with something. "In fact, I quite like the idea," he grinned. "He's going to have to pay his way though!" he added ominously, indicating he already had a plan worked out for Sharif's future. "So, any ideas, what we tell Shar's parents, teach?" he prompted. There were few things he could think of that a 17 year old could leave home to do that would provide him with bed and board that David had to shake his head. "Join the army maybe?" he suggested in desperation. " Yes, of course! He could join the French Foreign Legion - I've heard they take anybody!" Alim responded caustically. "If that's the best you can do, I'd better give Rajesh a ring to see if he can think of something." "Get yourself some lunch and tidy up," Alim told him, "expending all that brain power must have exhausted you!" he added, shaking his head as he pulled out his phone and went to the lounge to talk with his mate in private. "After that you have shopping to do - think you can manage that? Make sure you put beer on the top of the list!" * * * * * * * * Alim held off replying to Sharif's text until Rajesh arrived at the flat and the two of them had discussed what their next move should be. Once the younger lad's fate had been decided they texted "All clear" on David's phone and when the doorbell rang five minutes later they sent the teacher down to answer the door. When Sharif saw David was still collared and naked he was immediately suspicious that something might be afoot but allowed himself to be distracted by the battered state of the teacher's backside and genitals. Both were flushed deep pink and red welts stood out on his buttocks where the strap had bitten into the flesh. "Shit, it looks like he hit you really hard this time..." Sharif commiserated as David led him up the stairs step by step and then into the living room. But the words of sympathy died on his lips when he discovered the two older gang members sitting contentedly on the sofa quaffing beer. "Hi there Sharif, long time no see!" Alim chuckled as soon as he appeared in the doorway. Sharif glowered resentfully at David, feeling he'd been betrayed. "Don't rush off!" Rajesh added, rising from his chair, "but I guess you can't rush anywhere the state with your feet are in!" he sniggered. "He's got nowhere to run to in any case!" Alim added tersely, "So get in here Sharif and sit down - we need to have a serious talk!" Persuaded that he had little choice but to comply, the youngster sat down wearily in the empty armchair. Realising that strong-arm tactics were not going to be required, Rajesh clicked his fingers in David's direction and pointed to his cock, "You're needed over here!" The teacher, who'd been hovering in the doorway feeling guilty about betraying Sharif, scurried across to him and ignominiously got down on his knees. The big lad pulled out his cock and fed it into his mouth while Sharif looked on with a pained expression on his face. "You've got a lot of explaining to do," Alim began, "I hear you've run away from home and moved in here!" "Quite the little love nest by all accounts!" added Rajesh, grinning at the youngster whilst sadistically prising his cock so far down David's throat that the teacher began to gag. "On Sunday after we got the keys cut and took the pics you wanted," Sharif began, "we ran into Sharon and Janice from the estate in the park. I usually keep well away from 'em cos they fancy me. So when they spotted me running toward 'em wearing just a pair of jogging shorts they thought it was Christmas come early!" " I tried my best to shake 'em off but they followed me into the bushes and because I didn't know my way, they ended up cornering me against some nettles. They grabbed hold of my shorts and wouldn't let me go until they'd ripped 'em off!" "I tried to get 'em back off Janice but then Sharon got out her mobile phone and started taking pictures of me. So I let 'em have the shorts and hid in the bushes so they couldn't take any more pics of me. But by the time I got back home on Sunday night, they'd sent the pics they took of me to all their school mates and put word round the estate that I was a flasher!" His two listeners couldn't help grinning. "My sister got sent the pics and showed 'em to my stepdad. That gave him another excuse for having a go at me - so I told 'em I'd had enough, packed my bag and left." "But I was no sooner out of the house than I was ambushed by a whole gang of kids in the car park who called me a flasher and a pervert. They tried to snatch my bag and when I wouldn't let it go, they dragged my clothes off so I had no choice but to let 'em have it! The bastards took everything!" "I couldn't face going back home, so I stole some clothes from a washing line and walked all the way here." The two older lads shook their heads and burst into laughter. "You pathetic whimp!" commented Rajesh, "I can't believe you let a couple of girls and a bunch of kids shame you!" "There were a dozen kids, Raj and those girls are twice my size!" responded Sharif defensively. The lad's excuses were met with another round of derisory laughter. "That's all very well," commented Alim after their chuckles had subsided, "but I can't see how you think you'll be able get away with staying here permanently! What if your mum and dad find out you're shacked up with one of your teachers? They could blow the whistle on you, land Mr Smith in jail and leave the rest of us with nowhere to go!" "Don't make me go back Alim," pleaded Sharif, "I can't stand living on that estate any longer - and once you're both gone to uni who's going to look out for me?" "But how you going to support yourself?" replied Alim. "You came here with nothing by the sound of it! Sir'll have to provide you with shoes, clothes, money, food, everything! He's already forked out for a new mobile for you- without our say so I might add!" "Fact is," threw in Rajesh mischievously, "the only thing you actually own here is the cock cage you won in the card game on Saturday night!" "Yeh," agreed Alim, "Strictly speaking everything you're wearing belongs to us - as does the mobile phone you bought this morning! Are you expecting us to provide you with a roof over your head and feed and clothe you out of the goodness of our hearts?" "We're not running a charity here!" added Rajesh. "Alim and me are saving up for going to uni - we can't afford to support you as well!" "I'll get a job - then I'll be able to pay rent!" offered Sharif desperately. "But you've been looking for a job for ages - how many interviews you had - two?" "There just aren't any jobs for lads my age," Sharif sighed. There was a silence during which Alim pretended he was considering the matter. "If we were to let you stay here, it would have to be on the understanding that you'll start paying your way pretty quick - one way or another!" stressed Alim. "That would be fine! Until I find a full-time job I can help Sir with the chores, do the cleaning and shopping and do odd jobs for cash..." "I can think of a job he could do to earn some cash..." ventured Rajesh. "Me too!" Alim winked back at his mate, "But let's not get ahead of ourselves." "What bothers me most at the moment is that you haven't told your mum and dad you're okay since you walked out on them; which means they could contact the police to report you missing any minute!" "But where do I tell them I'm staying if I can't mention this place?" "You don't tell them where you're living you just let them know you're okay so we don't have the police sniffing round..." replied Alim. "At first we thought you could tell them you'd got a job as a waiter on a cruise liner" interjected Rajesh, "but we're keeping that one in reserve." "All you tell 'em is that you spent Sunday night wandering the streets," continued Alim, "and on Monday morning went to the Job Centre and were offered a job as a live-in carer for some old geezer..." "It's just about believable," he added, as Sharif thought about it, "but for god's sake don't give them any details - just say you're fine and that you'll be round to see them when you get a day off. Tell 'em it's good news - you've got yourself a job! They should like that, it'll mean they don't have to carry on supporting you!" "Okay I'll ring 'em," agreed Sharif. "Practice what you're going to say first," Alim insisted. Only when the younger lad had got his story off pat, did Alim allow him to use the new mobile to make the call. While Sharif talked with his mum the other two gesticulated to make sure he didn't deviate too far from the script they had prepared for him. * * * * * * * * "I think we deserve another beer after that!" announced Alim with a sigh of relief once the task was successfully completed. Rajesh parted his cock from between the teacher's aching jaws and sent him off to the kitchen to get them fresh drinks. "Now as for you paying your way..." Alim continued, turning his attention back to Sharif. "In return for us keeping our mouths shut about his paedo tendencies and for the pleasure of getting fucked by us on a regular basis, Mr Smith has kindly agreed to donate œ100 a week to Raj and my college fund." David reappeared with two beers and crouched down before him. Alim took the cans from his hand, gave one to Rajesh and awarded the teacher an approving pat on the head. "He'll also be providing us with free booze and nosh whenever we visit him." "Cheers!" burped Rajesh as he opened up his beer and held it up in the air, "To Mr Smith - our generous sponsor!" Alim raised his can in response, took a sip from it and then casually prised the teacher's head down to his groin. Knowing what was expected of him, the teacher unfastened the front of the lad's jeans and wrapped his lips around his cock as he continued speaking. "So the big question is, Shar," continued Alim, "If we let you stay here long-term what's your contribution going to be?" "When I get a job I could pay rent ... maybe not as much as œ100 a week though..." replied Sharif sheepishly, "and like I said, I could help out with the chores..." "Fair enough," agreed Alim, "If you get a job! But on past form that could take you months... even years! We start uni end of September!" There followed another silence during which the gang leader waited for the younger lad up to come up with other suggestions. When he failed to do so Alim looked him up and down as though attempting to identify some hidden talent he might possess that could earn them some money. "Take your shoes off - let's see what state your feet are in..." Alim demanded, as though he had a job in mind for him that required walking as an essential requirement. "They're nothing like as bad as they was," Sharif confided as he obediently pulled off his borrowed shoes and socks to display the blistered soles of his feet, "the swelling's gone down and I just about managed to walk on 'em okay today." Alim prised David's head away from his groin and rose up from his chair so he could inspect Sharif's feet more closely. Rajesh quickly followed suit and stood on the other side of him. Alim took one of the blood-stained socks from the younger lad's hand and in a movement that took him completely by surprise thrust it into his mouth. Before Sharif knew what was happening Rajesh had caught hold of his legs and dragged him out of the armchair and down onto the floor in what was clearly a pre-planned manoeuvre. "If you think you're going to live here for months on end and sponge off us you've got another think coming!" Alim spat at him as he knelt over him and rammed the sock even further into his mouth. "If you stay here... you're going to have to learn to do as you're told - just like Mr Smith!" added Rajesh sitting on the lad's flailing legs and unfastening his belt. "Fetch me a ruler!" Alim called out to David, pinning Sharif's wrists to the floor so he couldn't remove the gag. The teacher obediently scurried off to his desk to retrieve the ruler while Rajesh wound his belt around Sharif's ankles and fastened it tight. By the time David returned the two older lads had switched positions. Alim sat on the sofa with Sharif's feet resting on his lap while Rajesh encircled his slim torso and secured his arms behind his back. "Give it to me!" Alim demanded when David hesitated. He quickly complied only to witness the gang leader immediately use it to whack the soles of the poor youngster's injured feet. Sharif wriggled and squirmed in a forlorn attempt to escape as the first blows landed - but the two bigger lads merely tightened their grip on him and continued regardless. With his mouth gagged by the sock the lad was unable to cry out and could only emit muted grunts of protests from his throat as the gang leader gradually increased the strength and rate of his blows and shifted his target from his insteps to the blistered heels and soles of his feet to increase his suffering. As with the beating he had metered out to David, Alim appeared to enjoy seeing the youngster suffer and only considered bringing his punishment to an end when Sharif's struggles had been replaced by submissive whines and whimpers. "Let him go!" he eventually motioned to his mate, pulling the sock from the lad's mouth and leaving him in a sobbing heap on the floor. "This is thirsty work!" he chuckled sitting back down and taking another draft from his beer. "You got the message Shar?" Rajesh added giving the lad a kick, "You want to stay here with Sir you'll have to do whatever we tell you to from now on - just like him!" "Yeh," Sharif wept, "I understand... you want me to be your slave as well as him!" "Damn right we do!" Alim replied annoyed by the note of defiance in his answer. "Take your fucking clothes off!" he demanded. "They belong to me now, remember?" Sharif looked at Alim accusatorily before shuffling the T-shirt he was wearing off over his head. "From now on you'll go naked and crawl around on your knees like the dog you are!" "Get on with it!" Rajesh added, snatching the T-shirt away from him. The two bigger lads looked on gleefully as Sharif slowly eased his jeans and pants over his battered feet to render himself naked. "You're also going to have to wear a dog collar," Alim chuckled. He clicked his fingers and motioned David across to him so he could unfasten the collar from around his neck. As he did so he whispered in the teacher's ear, "Go fetch your hair trimmer and a razor!" While David scurried off to do his bidding , Alim proceeded to transfer the collar to Sharif's neck. When the teacher returned with the trimmer, he set it to the shortest setting and set David to work cutting Sharif's hair. "This is to stop anybody else from the estate recognising you and finding out where you live!" Alim chirped as the two bigger lads sat back enjoying their drinks as David ran the trimmer back and forth over the youngster's scalp sending large tufts of Sharif's silky black curls tumbling down to the floor. When David had reduced Sharif's abundant head hair to a buzz cut, Alim was still not done with him and insisted the teacher zap every scrap of the lad's body hair as well until his skin was rendered as smooth and vulnerable as his own. "Fetch me the cock cage!" Alim demanded of David, once Sharif's pubes and the hair from his arse and armpits lay on the carpet along with the rest. "He won it in the card game - so it's only right he should get to wear it!" joked Rajesh. "Put it on him!" Alim demanded as soon as David returned with it in his hand, taking the ribbon with the keys attached to it from him and draping them around his neck. "This is what we call an incentive," Alim explained as the teacher apologetically clamped the device around the youngster's genitals. "You're going to have to wear this until you start bringing in some money to earn your keep." "Until then, the cage stays on! If you break it or tamper with the lock then you'll be punished again - only worse!" "If you don't do as you're told, you'll be out on the street and have to beg your folks to take you back." "Understand?" "I understand," Sharif sniffed sulkily. "Excellent! In that case you can start your housemaid duties by cleaning your hairs off the carpet! You got a vacuum cleaner?" he asked David. The teacher rushed off and returned with a vac in tow to find the lads adding to Sharif's humiliation by taking pictures of him posing amidst the remnants of his hair. He watched timidly from the doorway as the youngster was forced to display his denuded body and the cock cage imprisoning his shrunken manhood just as he had done himself at the party three days before. Once they'd done they told David to hand over the vacuum to Sharif. "Get the place cleaned up!"Alim demanded. "I don't want to find a single hair!" Because of the state of his feet Sharif was forced to crawl around the room in search of a socket. Spotting his vulnerability, Alim's picked up the ruler he had used earlier and as he passed by him landed a whack on his backside which sent the youngster into a panic. "Hurry up - we haven't got all day!" he complained, continuing to rain blows on the lad's upturned arse until he finally succeeded in plugging it in and figured out how to switch it on. "I bet he's never used one before!" chuckled Rajesh as Sharif began to sweep up the dark hairs from the beige carpet. "Yeh, a great cleaner he's going to make!" added Alim, "I guess the useless bitch is only good for one thing!" Taking up his suggestion, Rajesh pulled his cock out of his pants and wrapped his arms around the slender youngster's waist and began dry humping him as he bent over to clean the floor. Alim positioned himself at the teenager's other end, caught hold of him by the ears and dragged his face down to the floor to point out any hairs he had missed. David watched as Sharif struggled to complete his task with tears welling up in his eyes, only to see him collapse on the floor with Rajesh on top of him as the big lad's excitement got the better of him. Alim pulled out his dick, yanked the youngster's head up from the carpet and crammed it into Sharif's mouth. "Don't just stand there!" he shouted across to the teacher when he noticed him staring at him, "Put the vacuum away and start making us something to eat!" The teacher meekly returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner leaving his newfound lover to be brutally spit-roasted by the two bigger lads. * * * * * * * * As David took the groceries he had bought earlier out of the fridge, he wondered if this was how it would be from now on - the two of them at the beck and call of a couple of horny bullies? Ones who held so much power over both of them that they were able to control every aspect of their lives and mete out cruel punishments with impunity should they exhibit the least flicker of defiance? Kept vulnerable and naked so they were available at any time of the day or night to be abused, exploited, humiliated and fucked for their pleasure or amusement? Part of him was excited by such ignominy, he realised, and only a few days before he would happily have served them selflessly however extreme their demands became. But the affection he now felt for Sharif coupled with witnessing the bigger lads treat him so badly had added a new dimension to his thoughts. Although he'd been excited by seeing the youngster humiliated in the same way he had been himself, at the same time he couldn't wait to cradle the lad in his arms and comfort him after his latest trauma. The prospect of having the lad share his bed each night excited him too, as did the gratitude the youngster would show him when he revealed he possessed an additional key to the cock cage that Alim didn't know about! He was so glad he had kept this to himself as it was their only way of getting back at the bullying older lads and, sweeter still, one they wouldn't even know anything about! Their shared secret would bind he and Sharif even closer together and enable them to continue to explore the gentler and more intimate side of sex without having to put up with the frustration of one or other of them being denied the pleasure of orgasm. He glanced up nervously at the cereal packet to check it was still in place and was relieved to find it was. He knew he would have to make amends with Sharif for betraying his whereabouts to Alim but also knew he had a sure-fire way of cheering the lad up once Alim and Rajesh had finally departed. * * * * * * * * David anticipated the lad's needs by providing them with another round of drinks and then proceeded to serve up their meal in the living room so they could continue watching TV while they ate. "Go and sort out Sharif," Rajesh chuckled once their food had been served, "he's in need of a bath!" Wondering what this was about, David went to the bathroom and discovered a tearful Sharif shivering in the tub sitting in a pool of piss. "Don't worry everything will be alright!" he assured him, pulling out the plug to let the urine drain away and taking the shower head down from the wall. "Maybe it will be for you!" he retorted, "You betrayed me!" "I had no choice!" David replied, removing the dog collar from around his neck so he could hose the lad down. "Alim guessed you were staying here cos your mum phoned him to find out where you were! He was right, if you hadn't phoned her she would have had the police out combing the streets looking for you and I would have ended up in clink!" "Look what they've done to me!" Sharif wailed, changing tack to seek the teacher's sympathy rather than telling him off. He held his legs up so David could inspect the damage Alim had inflicted on his feet. Although they were in a bad way the teacher decided his priority was to get the lad cleaned up first. He sprayed water all over him and once the urine had been washed away he filled the bath to warm the lad up. Then he set about bathing him as though he were a small child - rubbing shower gel gently into his skin and shampoo into his now short-cropped hair. He would need to remove the cock cage to clean his dick properly but realised that asking for the key from the drunken pair would not be a good idea. When he drew attention to his caged cock in his attempts to clean it, Sharif vented his frustration by wrapping his hands around the device and attempting to prise it off - but all he did was cause himself more pain when it stubbornly refused to give way. "Don't break it or there'll be hell to pay!" warned David. "Calm down! Everything'll be okay!" he assured him, while not daring to tell him why, in case a sudden improvement in his mood made the lads suspicious before they departed. Once he'd thoroughly cleansed the youngster's body David helped him to dry himself and went to the kitchen to retrieve his First Aid kit so he could repeat the treatment he'd provided for him just two days earlier. The teacher was in his element, he just loved looking after the youngster, touching and hugging him and awarding him the occasional kiss after checking no one was looking. He peered in on the living room as he walked past the door and heard contented snores coming from both lads as they dozed in front of a quiz show capable of sending anyone to sleep - though he guessed it was more likely due to the contentment resulting from the large amount of food and alcohol they had consumed, not to mention the sex! He returned to the bathroom, bandaged up Sharif's feet and helped him hobble to the kitchen where they finished off the rest of the food he'd prepared. After they'd eaten, he took it upon himself to tuck the exhausted youngster up in bed before rousing the other two so they would not get the opportunity to torment him again that day. As it was getting late, he figured correctly that they would soon want to be on their way home. After tidying up in the kitchen and packing his bag for school the following day an exhausted David finally slid into bed beside Sharif only to find him wide awake. Although he had slept for a couple of hours, the chastity device had woken him up when something in his dreams had caused his cock to swell. When the lad began cursing Alim and Rajesh angrily a second time, David put a finger to his lips to quieten him down and held up the key he had just taken from the bottom of the cereal box. It took Sharif a few seconds to realise what the key signified but when David pulled the duvet from over him and proceeded to slide it into the lock holding the cock cage in place he could barely contain himself. Once the plastic rings were removed David gave the lad's flaccid cock the tenderest of kisses and went on to sooth the inflamed skin, where the device had bitten into his scrotum, with a coat of saliva. Instantaneously the youngster's cock began to thicken, encouraging David to envelop it in his mouth and caress it with his tongue until it was fully hard and the youngster groaning with pleasure.