Date: Thu, 4 Feb 2016 10:58:50 +1300
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapters 11 & 12

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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.


11.  Invigilation

After a stinker of a morning involving a confrontation with a member of his
unruly Year 9 class, David turned up dishevelled and late to the eerie
calmness of the school hall where thirty or so candidates were stooped
silently over exam papers. He walked to the front, nodded to the chief
invigilator and the teacher he was relieving hurriedly departed, clearly
annoyed by his tardiness.

Although less arduous than covering an absent colleague's lesson,
invigilation still meant he would have to leave the marking he had planned
to do during this time until after school. He sighed, wearily deposited his
bag on an empty desk and turned around to face the students.

Gazing up at him from the second row was a chirpy looking Alim with a
confident smile on his face and a now familiar twinkle in his eye. The
teacher swallowed hard, his weariness instantly replaced by a mixture of
excitement and anxiety.

Unlike the other candidates, who were still frantically scribbling away,
the Indian lad seemed to have already completed his assignments and was now
literally twiddling his thumbs. It was a rule that candidates were not
allowed to leave the exam hall early so he would have to remain in his seat
until the allotted time was over.

To David's discomfort, Alim gave him a wink and rubbed his crotch
suggestively. He glanced around; thankfully no one else seemed to have
noticed. The lad was clearly feeling horny but he failed to see how he
could do much about it.

Still obeying the Indian lads' embargo on him wearing underpants to work,
David retreated to the back of the room to hide the swelling in his own
crotch that Alim's surprise appearance had generated. Only to see the lad's
hand immediately shoot up in the air.

The chief invigilator approached him to check what he wanted and David
overheard him tell her, "I need to go to the toilet Miss, I'm not feeling
very well!"

It was another rule that should a student need to go to the toilet during
the course of an examination they had to be accompanied by a teacher to
ensure there was no risk of plagiarism from hidden notes or conferring via
hidden mobile phones. There being no other male available, Alim had clearly
worked out that this task would fall to David.

So when the invigilator nodded in his direction the teacher had no
alternative but to step forward and escort Alim out into the hall foyer
where the toilets were located.

* * * * * * * *

"Strip!" Alim demanded the instant the toilet door closed behind them.

In no doubt that the teacher would comply with his wishes, he headed off to
one of the cubicles and proceeded to empty his bladder. Thrilled by the
Indian lad's sheer audacity David began meekly peeling off his clothes to
lay bare the real power relationship that existed between this particular
pupil and his teacher.

Luckily the members of the exam group were the only ones using the building
and so the two of them were unlikely to be disturbed - as he guessed Alim
had already worked out. The only risk was one of embarrassment should their
absence go on for too long - as school students were never slow to make an
innuendo whenever a teacher and a student visited the toilets together -
even when it was completely innocent! However, the lad had cleverly bought
them additional time by saying that he felt unwell.

"Hurry up!" called out Alim when the sound of his urine splashing into the
toilet bowl eventually ceased, "Get your arse over here, we haven't got all
day!"

David shrugged off the last of his clothes and in his rush to placate Alim
abandoned them in an untidy heap in the middle of the tiled floor. He only
hoped that none of his female colleagues would have the temerity to enter
the men's toilet while they were still inside.

"Get in here and get down on your knees!" the youngster demanded as soon as
David put his head around the stall door. Alim was sitting regally on the
throne, his brown legs spread wide apart with his trousers and pants around
his ankles. "Lick my dick clean!" he added holding his dripping cock aloft.

David needed no further encouragement - he fell to his knees, took the
lad's member into his mouth and lovingly sucked its head clean.  The boy's
cock sprang upwards at an astonishing speed and hardened between the
teacher's lips. David licked the underside of his shaft lovingly with the
tip of his tongue, then wrapped his lips around it and gently drew it
deeper into his mouth until it was nestling against the back of his throat
as he knew the lad required.

"Pull off my pants!" Alim instructed.

David could hardly believe his luck - at last he was going to get to see
the lad without his clothes on! The teacher eagerly tugged off the lad's
shoes and freed his legs from the confines of his rucked-up trousers and
pants. He then slid his hands around the Indian lad's slender waist and set
about sucking him in earnest - while his own hard cock slapped up against
his hairless belly.

Alim lay back and gave David free reign for a minute or two before pushing
the teacher's face away from his cock and shifting his arse to the front
edge of the toilet seat.

"Lick my balls!" he demanded, raising his legs and guiding David's head
lower while he pulled on his shaft.

The teacher did as he was told, taking advantage of the bright light in the
cubicle to sneak glimpses at the boy's hole as it flashed before him. It
was just as he had imagined, a perfectly puckered brown circle surrounded
by a fringe of silky black hairs.

His excitement growing, David lathered the lad's low hanging ball sack with
his spittle and engulfed each testicle lovingly in his mouth as the lad
tugged frantically on his cock, stretching the loose skin taut with every
pull.

"Now lick my arse!" Alim demanded.

Following the exhilaration he had felt at being compelled to lick Sharif's
arse David had been secretly looking forward to the moment when he would be
called upon to do the same to the gang leader himself. He had spent time
checking out porn pics of lads displaying their arses to work out what the
Indian lad's hole might look like and whilst wanking off had imagined what
it would feel like to slide his tongue deep inside it.

Eager to show the extent of his submission the teacher held the lad's legs
apart and ran his tongue along the entire crack of his arse all the way
from the base of his spine to his scrotum.  He did it a second and then a
third time before homing in on the delicate black hairs guarding the
entrance to the Indian's hole, plastering them flat with his saliva before
dipping the tip of his tongue into the centre of the lad's anal ring.

"Get it in all the way!" Alim demanded, continuing to wank himself rapidly
while flexing his sphincter muscles as though to provide the teacher with
more of a challenge.

But David soon had the Indian lad squirming with delight as he alternately
prised his tongue into his hole and kissed the beauty of his perfect anus
with his lips while the lad beat his meat faster and faster.

Close to cumming, Alim abruptly pushed David's face away from his rear,
dropped his legs down to the floor and rose from the toilet seat. He
grabbed the bewildered teacher by the ear, thrust his head down into the
bowl and yanked his arse up into the air.

Taken completely by surprise, David gasped as the stench of urine filled
his nostrils as his head hit the sides of the porcelain bowl, perilously
close to the surface of the water the lad had just pissed in.

With the teacher now in position ready to be fucked, the horny lad wasted
no time. He spat on the end of his knob, spread his saliva over its tip and
drove his shaft straight into the teacher's hole.

David grasped hold of the rim of the bowl in a desperate bid to keep his
head above the waterline as Alim thrust into him. But the lad was having
none of it!

He prised the teacher's fingers away and pressed down on his head with all
the force he could muster whilst continuing to penetrate his arse with his
rapier-like cock, revelling in his complete humiliation.

With the smell of the boy's urine becoming ever stronger, David closed his
eyes and mouth as his face sank deeper into the bowl. He held his breath
and in desperation tightened his arse muscles around the lad's bloated cock
to hasten his path to orgasm.

But each new thrust pitched David's head deeper into the bowl, momentarily
submerging his nose below the surface of the polluted water. Thankfully, it
took only half a dozen more thrusts before the youngster reached his climax
and his semen erupted inside the teacher's hole.

As the downward pressure on his body abruptly ceased a thankful David was
able to raise his head far enough above the surface of the water to gasp a
breath of air. But Alim made sure the teacher stayed with his head jammed
down the toilet until his orgasm finally subsided and the last dribbles of
his cum had been injected into his behind.

"Don't you dare move!" Alim warned after finally withdrawing his cock,
forcing the teacher to continue inhaling the stink of his urine with his
arse in the air while he wiped himself down with toilet paper and dressed
in his school uniform.

As he slid his tie back into position, he glanced down at the teacher
noticed that his cock was still erect. With a wicked grin on his face he
pressed down the flush button and nimbly ducked out of range before a
cascade of cold water hurtled down over the teacher's head.

"That should cool you down!" he chuckled as he returned to check himself
out in the mirrors above the sinks.

* * * * * * * *

"Over here!" Alim demanded, thrusting a handful of paper towels at David
the moment the teacher emerged from the toilet stall coughing and
spluttering from his unexpected shower.

"Still ten minutes to go yet" he announced after checking his (previously
David's) watch, "That's more than enough time for you to wank off!"

Alim slid his head round the outer door to check the coast was clear before
walking out confidently into the hall foyer with David following hard on
his heels - down on all fours, still stark naked.

While the Indian lad settled himself into the seat behind the semi-circular
wooden counter which fronted the cloakrooms David hastily scampered beneath
it.

From this vantage point Alim could see the backs of the candidates in the
exam hall and the two remaining invigilators at the front through the glass
entrance doors. Aware they could see him too, he placed his hand over his
stomach and pasted a pained expression on his face.

 "Lie on your back and start wanking!" the youngster hissed down at David
in a stage whisper, only to place his feet on of his torso as soon as he
complied.

Aware they might be disturbed at any minute David began frantically pumping
his cock, determined to cum and return to the safety of the gents before he
was discovered.

Alim on the other hand did his best to frustrate his efforts by pressing
his feet down on his body and grinding the scuffed soles of his shoes into
the delicate pallor of the teacher's exposed flesh.

"She's spotted me..." the mischievous youngster hissed down at him, seeking
to heighten his anxiety still further by providing a running commentary on
the response of the invigilator to seeing him sitting there. At the same
time he moved the shoe that had been resting on his belly downwards until
it was pressing hard against the teacher's balls.

"She's on her feet..." he added, increasing the pressure until David began
to squirm.

In a panic the teacher carried on wanking regardless of the increasing pain
but reached out with his free hand to grab hold of the youngster's ankle to
attempt to reduce the pressure on his scrotum.

Alim's response was to position his other shoe over David's face and slowly
force his head downwards until it was pressed to the floor.

"Best hurry up, she's heading this way..." Alim teased, gradually upping
the pressure on the teacher's face and balls until he began to whimper.

"She's halfway down the hall..." he added as he witnessed David's muscles
tighten as he strove to overcome all the obstacles he had put in his way to
delay him reaching orgasm.

With his humiliation at an all time high the teacher let out a loud groan
as his excitement reached its zenith.

"Best keep the noise down," Alim warned, "she's just outside the door!"

But there could be no stopping him now, regardless of the risk of discovery
David just had to cum!

He did so spectacularly by shooting a fountain of semen high into the air
which fell to earth like hail, coating both his belly and chest in an
instant.

"I lied," Alim chuckled, jumping to his feet to intercept the approaching
invigilator.  "Crawl back to the toilet and clean yourself up, pronto!" he
hissed giving David a farewell kick up the backside.

As the invigilator approached he pushed the swing doors open, forcing her
to come to a halt on the other side, providing precious extra seconds for
David to creep to safety undetected.

* * * * * * * *

"You feeling better?" the invigilator asked after ushering Alim back into
the foyer to avoid breeching the sanctity of the exam hall by speaking
aloud.

"I'm still feeling a bit queasy," Alim replied, "I was sitting on the loo
for a long time cos I was feeling sick..." he offered by way of explanation
for the delay in his return.

"Where's Mr Smith?" she interrupted, not wanting to hear all the grisly
details.

"He's just popped to the loo himself before bringing me back. He told me to
sit where you could see me. He should be back any minute..."

"This is very irregular!" the invigilator commented to herself in
exasperation.

"Maybe I've got something catching..." the cheeky Indian lad mused to fill
the silence as the two of them waited for David to return, prompting the
invigilator to take a cautionary step back from him.

Fortunately, at that moment the door marked "GENTLEMEN" opened and David
emerged, tucking his shirt into his trousers, his face flushed red, his
clothes dishevelled.

"Sorry, I had to use the loo myself before escorting Alim back! I think I
may a have a bit of a tummy bug as well!" he mumbled at her apologetically.

The invigilator gave him a furious look but thought better of criticising
her colleague in front of one of the pupils and instead led the two of them
silently back into the examination hall.

David lingered at its rear, adjusting his clothes to avoid his flushed face
and dishevelled appearance raising any more eyebrows.

As many more of the candidates had now ceased their efforts to impress the
examiners, several heads turned towards the returning trio. But it was Alim
who drew the most attention.

David watched as the lad made his way back to his desk with his hand on his
stomach and a pained expression on his face - a performance that could have
earned him an Oscar. But as soon as the invigilator's back was turned he
gave his audience a cheeky wink and smiles immediately filled their faces.

One of Alim's Indian mates immediately put up his hand and asked if he
could go to the toilet but with only a few minutes of the exam left to go
the invigilator didn't hesitate to dismiss his request out of hand, much to
David's relief.

Finally, the students were instructed to put down their pens, the exam, and
the teacher's latest nail-biting dose of public humiliation, was over.

12.  Preparation Time

Although it was a Saturday, there would be no respite for David from the
increasing demands the gang of Indian lads were making on him.

Alim had decided that he should host a party for them at his flat to
celebrate the end of his exams and the teacher's 24th birthday - the date
of which they had obtained, along with his address, from his driver's
licence.

David felt extremely nervous about the event as it would be the first time
he had met the lads outside of school. Without the threat of discovery or
any time considerations to restrain them who knew what new torments they
might have in store for him - especially once they had a few drinks inside
them! What if things got out of hand?

He also realised that by allowing the Indian lads into his home he was at
high risk of having even more of his belongings purloined by them. They had
already emptied his wallet (twice) made off with his watch and filched his
smartest clothes - which had been pretty much all that had been on offer to
date!

Given his parent's straightened circumstances, he had managed to accumulate
few precious possessions as a student, but realised that even these would
seem like a treasure trove to the cash-strapped teenagers. What was to stop
them from helping themselves to everything he had?

But what worried David even more were the lads using the opportunity of
visiting his home to extend the control they had over his life. While he
was busy sucking one of other of their cocks what was to stop the rest of
the gang from rummaging through his drawers and checking out his laptop?

They would be able to find out about his family and friends back home by
accessing his email account, discover his favourite websites by checking
out his browsing history and discover more about his sexual tastes by
studying his collection of gay porn. They might also gain access to his
diary so that even his thoughts would no longer be his own! All of this
would strengthen their hold over him immeasurably by not only providing
them with more blackmail material but also the additional option of shaming
him in the eyes of those closest to him.

Worse still, they could take over his bank and credit card accounts and run
up debts that he couldn't afford to repay. He hoped Alim would have the
sense to realise there were limits to his co-operation and know not to risk
pushing him too far. But there had been few signs of any restraint to date!

But what could he do to prevent the lads from doing and taking whatever
they liked?

The pics of him sucking Fakir's cock and wanking naked on school premises
with "I am a paedo" written across his body were a potent weapon which if
they fell into the wrong hands could bring his world crashing down around
his ears. Even if he packed in his job and went back home to live with his
parents those pics could still haunt him for the rest of his days if they
were ever posted on-line...

But once again, sitting alongside David's fears were a whole host of
positive feelings towards the Indian lads so powerful that they were
capable of driving this multitude of misgivings to the very back of his
mind. His long repressed sexual side wanted them to take control of his
life, to take away all his belongings, to punish and humiliate him and to
own him, lock stock and barrel!

There was no doubt about it, the last few weeks had been the happiest he
had experienced in his entire 24 years of life! He had fallen in love for
the first time! With a gang of street-wise Indian youths, who for reasons
he found hard to fathom had decided to turn him into their sexual
plaything. He was infatuated with their beautiful brown bodies, loved being
bossed around and humiliated by them and longed to worship them and give
them pleasure in any and every way he could.

He had abandoned his nightly internet surfing for gay porn and instead was
wanking off two or three times a day just thinking about Alim and his mates
and what they had done to him.  He continued to keep a diary but no longer
to ensure he had a defence should he be accused of sexually abusing his
pupils but so he could recollect every moment of every encounter and
recapture its excitement whilst tugging on his cock.

Following their encounter in the bike shed he now had the pics Alim had
given him to wank over as well - with the result that he had cum three
times that night! It was not just that the pics themselves were demeaning
that turned him on, but also the fact that they were out of his control,
that the Indian lads could share his humiliation with their mates and post
the pics on-line whenever they chose. Inexplicably he found being so
completely at their mercy unbelievably exciting!

Alim had begun communicating with David by text and had warned the teacher
to expect the delivery of two items that they had purchased on-line using
his credit card details. They would be presents from them for his birthday,
he had said, even though he was the one paying for them! He was told not to
open the parcels until the party as they were to be a surprise. They had
duly arrived the following day but gave nothing away as to their contents
and David hadn't dared open them.

The ruthlessness with which Alim and his gang treated him filled David with
awe. He had absolutely no idea what indignity might be coming his way next
and found he was starting to become hooked on the excitement that came from
the uncertainty. More than that, he had started to long for the mischievous
and inventive lads to up his humiliation even further!

They were expected at seven, so the practical side of David set his hopes
and fears to one side in order to make preparations for the party.

He drew up a shopping list, headed off to the supermarket to buy food and
drink and on the way back called in on the local Indian shops to add a few
treats that he thought the lads might especially enjoy. With the shopping
completed he struggled home weighed down with the goods in half a dozen
bags and then set about sprucing up his flat.

David had only moved into Chalfont Road a couple of months before. It had
taken him weeks to find a place he could afford that was close enough to
school so he could commute easily by bike but far enough away to avoid him
bumping into the kids he taught.

Despite the rent taking up almost half his salary, the flat was in a poor
state of repair and shabbily furnished. It was a good size though, as it
took up the whole of the first floor above a small shop, but meant he had
to drag his bike up and down a narrow flight of stairs each day to store it
securely. (He'd once left it chained up in the street for a few minutes and
returned to find the seat had been removed!)

The other reason he'd been able to afford the rent was because the flat was
located on a busy road, opposite a pub and was flanked by a kebab shop and
a bookies - so it was pretty noisy with people coming and going at all
hours of the day and night. Fortunately the bedroom was situated at the
back of the building and he retreated there to do his school work whenever
the noise out front became too distracting.

As he busily cleaned and vacuumed ready for his first ever party, it
occurred to David that for once the flat's busy location would work to his
advantage as the comings and goings of the youngsters would go
unnoticed. There was also a short alleyway down the side of the shop which
restricted the view of the flat's entrance from the road. With any luck the
arrival of a small group of Indian teenagers on his doorstep - and their
likely drunken departure a few hours later - would go unnoticed, cutting
down the risk of word getting back to the school about what they were up
to.

After finishing the cleaning David sighed, although he'd done his best to
smarten up the place when he'd moved in, he was stuck with the tired old
furniture and fittings that had come with it - but even if he'd had the
money to replace them he couldn't have thrown them out. So, he moved the
furniture around in the lounge so it was more conducive to a party and then
as a precaution began hiding away anything of value to avoid putting
temptation in the lads' way!

He especially dreaded the lads getting their hands on his laptop so he hid
it in a drawer under some bedding. He'd already transferred his private
diary and his collection of porn from it onto a memory stick which he was
keeping hidden in the bottom of a box of cereal in the kitchen. He didn't
want the lads reading what he thought of them or them discovering the sort
of porn he found exciting. For the same reason he had started automatically
deleting his browsing history and had put passwords on everything - though
he realised he wouldn't be able to deny Alim the information if he ever
demanded it...

He couldn't hide his mobile phone from the lads now Alim used it to send
him instructions via text messages but he made sure there was as little
personal information on it as possible. It was to the lads' advantage to be
able to contact him so he doubted they would take it away from him - it was
a cheap one in any case. He was more worried about them purloining the
expensive headphones he'd just splashed out on so he could listen to music
without the need of an audio system. But before he could hide them away his
phone signalled he'd received a text.

"Hope you've got the drinks in by now paedo - make sure they're nice and
cold by the time we arrive! Tonite's party is fancy dress BTW. Your costume
will be a dog collar and leash - go get 'em boy!"

So now the lads planned to reduce him to being their dog for real! For a
brief moment he was sickened by the idea but in the next he was panicking
about where he would get hold of a collar and leash so late on a Saturday
afternoon. Wasn't there a pet shop not far away that he passed on his daily
commute to school? He wrestled his bike down the stairs wracking his brains
to recall exactly where it was on his route.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Half an hour later the teacher clambered back up the stairs flushed in the
face from the cycle ride having bought himself a dog collar and a chain
leash with a leather strap.

Whilst glancing around nervously to check he wasn't spotted by other
customers or on anti- theft CCTV he'd crouched down in the pet shop and
surreptitiously wrapped it around his neck to make sure it was big enough
for him. He had then tried his best not to look embarrassed when he'd taken
the items to the till.

By the time he got back to the flat it was approaching six! He'd left his
mobile at home in his panic so immediately checked it and found another
message from Alim waiting for him. He breathlessly texted him back to
confirm he had bought the collar and leash and then went to the bathroom to
carry out his latest instructions - already erect.

The teacher stripped off his clothes and set about shaving off the stubble
which had sprouted in the days since he had first removed his body hair at
the behest of the Indian youngster.  That done, he took a shower and
quickly towelled himself dry - thankfully the words written across his
front had finally faded away. He dumped his dirty clothes in the washing
basket in the bedroom but didn't bother to select any clean ones - Alim's
instructions were for him to be naked when they arrived.

With his hard cock swinging obscenely from side to side, David hastily
assembled the food he had bought for the party on the kitchen table. There
were sandwiches, crisps, plus a selection of Indian snacks and sweets and a
tub of kulfi in the freezer that he thought the lads might enjoy. Chilling
in the fridge were soft drinks, fruit juices and a dozen cans of lager of
the brand Alim had specified.

Although a birthday cake had arrived by post from his parents the day
before he had hidden it away in the same drawer as his laptop along with
the cards he'd received from his family and his friends back home so the
lads wouldn't catch sight of them. So the only thing to indicate it was his
birthday was the mysterious "presents" the boys had ordered on his behalf
which he now placed in the middle of the kitchen table alongside the food.

He checked the clock. It was a quarter to seven. Just in case they arrived
early he fastened the dog collar around his neck, attached the leash to it
and padded down to the bottom of the stairs.

He put the door on the latch so the lads would be able to let themselves in
and then knelt down on the next to bottom step before following the last of
Alim's instructions by knotting a scarf around his eyes as a blindfold,
putting his hands on his head and bending over to display his arse.