Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2016 19:35:04 +0800
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapters 19 & 20

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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.


19.  Refugee

After his bath, David rustled up a meal from whatever he could find in the
kitchen cupboards and as evening approached Sharif reluctantly announced
that he would have to return home.

Typically, David's thoughts returned to work the moment the lad left, and
he began fretting about school the following day.

Due to the party, he had done none of the marking and preparation he had
planned to do over the weekend. He anxiously checked his teaching schedule
for Monday, identified the tasks that were the most urgent and doggedly
worked his way through them.

Although he felt exhausted by the time he'd finished and desperately needed
to catch up with his sleep, he was determined to update his diary before
going to bed, anxious to record the momentous events of the last two days
before he forgot a single moment.

Halfway through his account, he was reminded of the pics they had taken in
the park. He checked his phone and heaved a sigh of relief when he
discovered Sharif had copied, but not deleted them.

David retrieved the memory stick from its hiding place in the cereal packet
and downloaded them onto it as though there was a danger they might
spontaneously self-destruct if he didn't secure them immediately.

He was about to take a look at them, but decided to hold off this treat
until he had finished writing up his diary. He knew the moment he saw the
images of Sharif naked, he was likely to want to wank-off yet again. So he
persuaded himself to wait a bit longer and end the day the same way as he
had started it, admiring every nook and cranny of the sweet young Indian's
lad's slender brown body.

After documenting the latest twists and turns in his personal odyssey,
David found himself feeling remarkably optimistic. Compared with his
frightened, lonely and frustrated existence prior to meeting the lads, the
intensity of what he had experienced over the weekend had blown his mind
and had made him feel that, at long last, he was living life to the full.

Whilst on the face of it, his life as a teacher proceeded as normal, each
day had now become an adventure, packed with physical and emotional highs
and lows, new pleasures and torments, new risks and new rewards. The lads
had not only fulfilled his wildest fantasies but gone far beyond them to
introduce him to pleasures he had never dreamed existed! It was real, it
was dangerous, it was unpredictable and he was relishing every second of
it!

Although he knew it might be wise to consider the downside of what might
lie ahead for him and attempt to mitigate the lads' potential excesses, he
left that for another day and instead moved on to view the photographs of
Sharif that had so fortuitously ended up in his hands.

With his cock already hard in anticipation of what he was about to see, the
teacher raced through the pics of himself until he came to those of the
chastened Sharif parting with his clothes until he stood naked in the midst
of the greenery.

Bathed in light from the summer sun, the camera captured every detail of
the Indian lad's distinctive beauty, along with the frightened looks
whenever he feared discovery and the look of indignation on his face as he
submitted to the humiliation of having to display himself naked in front of
him yet again.

Determined to take advantage of this golden opportunity, David had taken
pics from all angles, both from a distance and close-up and was now able to
reap the reward for his efforts.

He guessed Alim had also instructed him to make sure the pics were "sexy"
again, as once he was devoid of his clothes, Sharif had began pulling on
his cock to get it hard. Despite the youngster's initial reluctance, the
motion had the intended effect and his cock gradually thickened from one
shot to the next until was posing fully erect!

Although the pictures were similar to the multitude of others David had
viewed on-line the feelings they aroused in him were very different.

This time round he did not have to imagine what it would be like to touch
and hold their subject in his arms - this time he already knew! Only that
afternoon he had kissed those lips, stared into those big brown eyes, and
felt the smoothness of the lad's silky skin. He had held him in his arms,
shared his breath, gently caressed his cheek, stroked his hair, licked,
sucked and tasted every part of him...

Unable to restrain himself any longer, David came for the umpteenth time
that day.

Afterwards, he scanned through the remainder of the pics he had taken of
the lad - the more demeaning ones - and found himself torn by a mix of
conflicting emotions.

Yes, he found the ones of Sharif humbled, down on all fours, wearing a dog
collar and being led around on a leash arousing, but realised that Alim
would too! The pics he had taken of the youngster would give the gang
leader a hold over the lad as strong as the one he had over himself. Now
both of them could be compelled to do whatever he wanted or face public
ridicule.

The pictures told nothing of the threats of violence and blackmail
confronting them as they posed and would instead be thought to be the
result of them having an exhibitionist streak or their desire for
money. They faced not only the risk of having their naked bodies exposed to
all and sundry but their sexuality and sexual submission broadcast to the
world as well. Such pics were not just humiliating but could also be used
to misrepresent their desires and recruit others to participate in their
abuse.

* * * * * * * *

"Is that the doorbell ringing?" David wondered, after being awoken from his
slumbers.

After cumming four times in one day, the teacher had gone to bed and
despite his worries had fallen asleep the moment his head had hit the
pillow.

"There it goes again!"

It was still dark. He checked the clock at his bedside and discovered it
was only 1am.

Bleary-eyed, David pulled on his bathrobe, put on the hall light and
stumbled down the stairs to check out who it was.

As a precaution he put on the chain lock before easing open the door then
peered through crack into the darkness outside.

"Who is it?" he demanded.

"It's me!" replied Sharif.

After hearing the youngster's voice, David hurriedly unhooked the chain and
threw open the door.

There was Sharif but not looking anything like he had when he had left him
just a few hours earlier. The clothes he had provided the youngster with
were gone and in their place were a ragged vest and a pair of baggy
knee-length shorts. On his feet were two pairs of crumpled socks coated
with dirt and stained with blood - but no shoes!

"Whatever's happened?" the teacher asked.

"I was robbed!" he sobbed, "Can I stay the night with you?"

When he saw him stumble, David rushed to help him over the threshold and up
the stairs. The lad's feet were in a bad way - he had clearly walked a long
distance without any footwear.

The teacher sat Sharif down in the kitchen and peeled off the socks while
the youngster winced. The soles of his feet were not only blistered and cut
but also very dirty. David filled the washing-up bowl with water sorted out
some antiseptic and cotton wool and then knelt at the lad's feet. While he
gently rubbed away the dirt, the lad shared his latest tale of woe.

* * * * * * * *

It was still daylight when Sharif had arrived back on the estate. People
were sitting outside enjoying the warmth of the summer evening and some
even nodded to him as he walked passed. The only discordant note came from
a group of youngsters kicking around a football in the car park who when
they saw him stopped their game and eyed him with suspicion as he walked
past - but that was nothing new.

However, the moment he entered the door of his parent's home all hell broke
loose.

His mum and dad must have been listening out for him as they intercepted
him before he could sneak up to his bedroom and bombarded him with
questions.

"Where've you been? We've been worried sick!" his mother began.

"I wasn't feeling well so I stayed over at my mate's house!"

"You've got a phone - you could have rung to tell us!"

"The battery was flat," he lied, "I keep telling you I need a new one!"

"You could've borrowed someone else's!"

That silenced him for a moment, giving his dad the opportunity to join in.

"He's been drinking again I bet - passed out - was that it son?" his dad
guessed with remarkable accuracy, "Or is it drugs now?"

"I'm not stupid, I don't do drugs!" Sharif retorted, angry that his
parent's always seemed to think the worst of him. "Besides with the pocket
money you give me how could I afford to get drunk?"

"Which of your mates did you stay with?" asked his mother.

"Mum I'm seventeen," he pleaded not keen to answer this question in case
she checked up on him, "I'm old enough to look after myself!"

Overhearing raised voices, Sharif's 14 year old sister came down the
stairs. When Sharif looked up at her he noticed she had her mobile phone in
her hand and there were tears in her eyes.

She pushed past her parents and silently held the screen up to her
brother's face. On it he saw a picture of him in the park naked with his
hands over his crotch, forlornly attempting to persuade the two black girls
to give him back his shorts.

"Karen sent it me. It's been sent to everyone!" she moaned.

The black girls had lost no time sharing the pics they had taken with their
mates; with a caption added saying they had caught Sharif flashing in the
park.

"What was you doing in the park?" she screeched, "All the girls at school
will have seen these pics by tomorrow! How am I going to live it down?"

"I was drunk... it was a dare," was the best Sharif excuse could come up
with off the top of his head.

"So you admit you were drinking!" his dad chimed in, feeling vindicated.

"He says he did it for a dare!" his sister echoed in disgust, meanly
handing the phone over to her step-dad to ensure her embarrassment of a
brother got what he had coming to him.

His dad peered down at the picture and then erupted.

"You stupid fool - I suppose you think that's the only way to get yourself
a girlfriend!"

His wife peered over his shoulder and recoiled in horror when she saw the
picture, "Sharif, what on earth have you been up to?"

"Fails his exams, bunks off school, no prospect of a job, gets drunk and
now he's taken up flashing!" His father sounded off, adding his latest
transgression to a familiar list of his son's failings. "My son the
pervert! It makes a father feel proud!"

"I'm not a kid anymore and I'm not your son either!" retorted Sharif, at a
loss as to how to defend himself from their criticism but clear that he had
suffered it for long enough. He knew he was a disappointment to his family,
but it didn't seem to matter what he did, they were never satisfied!

"I don't have to put up with this shit any longer - I'm leaving!"

Sharif stomped upstairs to his bedroom, slammed the door shut behind him
and flung himself down on the bed. As his anger cooled he realised that for
once he really didn't have to put up with his parent's endless carping. He
had somewhere he could escape to - a place where someone actually liked
him!

On impulse, he dragged his bag down from the top of the wardrobe and threw
the only things he possessed that were of any value into it along with a
few clothes and his toothbrush.

Taken by surprise that this was not the usual idle threat they had heard
from their son many times before, Sharif was able to storm out of the door
before his parents had time to stop him.

* * * * * * * *

He hadn't got far when he noticed the same group of younger lads who had
eyed him with hostility earlier had begun to follow him. He increased his
pace, but so did they.

He changed direction and ducked into the deserted car park beneath the
flats to try to shake them off. But unlike him, they weren't toting a heavy
bag, so soon managed to head him off.

"Flasher!" called out one of the lads once they had him cornered.

"Pervert!" taunted another.

Emboldened by the naked pics of him being circulated round the estate, they
had decided the Indian lad was fair game for yet further humiliation -
especially when he was alone and there were four of them!

"Like taking your clothes off Sharif?"

"Give us a flash!" they demanded.

"Come on don't be shy! Show us your arse!"

 "Fuck off!" Sharif replied defiantly, but with neither Alim nor Rajesh
around to back him up, he realised he was in trouble.

That was all the provocation they needed. The biggest lad ran up to him and
made a grab for his bag.

With everything he had of value stowed inside it, Sharif wasn't about to
give it up easily and clung onto it like grim death. So much so, that
another of the kids came to the aid of the first one and a tug of war
ensued.

But hanging onto his bag with both hands meant Sharif was vulnerable from
the rear, allowing the other two to attack him from behind unhindered.

One caught hold of him by the legs in a rugby tackle and when he fell to
the ground both smothered his lower body and wrenched off his shoes to
prevent him from kicking them.

After losing his footing, Sharif was hauled across the concrete floor still
hanging onto his precious bag, making it straightforward for the other two
to drag his borrowed jeans and pants off him by pulling them down in the
opposite direction.

That accomplished, the duo returned to grab one of the Indian lad's arms
each and, between the four of them, finally managed to loosen his grip on
the bag and prise it out of his hands.

"Help! Help me!" Sharif shouted forlornly still unwilling to accept defeat,
only to have the lads muffle the sound of his cries by dragging his shirt
up over his head.

Like hungry vultures the lads tore off the rest of his clothes and before
anyone turned up to witness their crime, the youngsters gathered up their
booty and sped off in different directions - leaving a tearful Sharif
sprawled on the floor naked at a loss as to which one to chase after.

"Flasher!" was the next thing Sharif heard.

All his cries for help had achieved was attracting a different posse of
kids to taunt him!

He gave them an evil look and slowly rose to his feet, brushing the dust
from his body and rubbing the bruises that now adorned his knees and
elbows.

"Fuck off!" he shrieked as a flash went off and one of the latest arrivals
took his picture with a mobile phone.

But the kids took no notice, carried on taking pictures regardless and
began shouting "flasher, flasher" in chorus while he attempted to figure
out what to do next.

Although his parents' flat was close by, the last thing Sharif wanted to do
was crawl home naked after the argument he'd just had with them. But what
else could he do? How could he reach the sanctuary of David's flat with no
clothes, no money and no phone?

Then he remembered there were some washing lines at the back of the flats -
with any luck there would be some clothes still hung up there that he could
put on.

Telling the youngsters to "fuck off" once again, he dashed past them and to
his relief discovered some washing was still left hanging outside to
dry. Not enough to give him much of a choice but sufficient to allow him to
walk the streets without drawing undue attention to himself.

With the kids still chanting he put on the few things that fitted
him. There were no shoes of course, so he put on a couple of pairs of socks
to protect his feet - as with no money, phone or bus pass he would have to
make his way to the teacher's home on foot.

After directing a final mouthful of abuse at his young tormentors, Sharif
left the estate vowing never to return, only to begin what soon seemed an
endless journey.

He didn't know the route to David's flat so went the wrong way a couple of
times and hid whenever a police car passed by in case they picked him up,
but he had got there in the end, albeit at one in the morning!

By the time Sharif had finished telling his tale, David had bandaged up his
swollen feet. He helped him stagger into the bedroom where he tried his
best to comfort him until the two of them fell asleep, wrapped in each
other's arms.


20.  Doing the Math

Two days later, David was crouched beneath the desk in his living room with
his mouth clamped around Alim's dick while the Indian lad worked on his
laptop. The teacher was naked apart from the dog collar encircling his neck
and the chastity device clamped around his genitals.

With the exams over, attendance at school had become optional as far as the
Indian lad was concerned, so he now had the time to put his mind to how he
could make the most of the hold he had over the teacher.

On Monday evening he had sent David a text demanding he call in sick the
following day so he could visit his flat "to sort a few things out with
him". He told the teacher to go through his personal and household accounts
beforehand to make sure any information and documents he might need were
available.

The message had sent David into a panic. There were all too many ways the
unscrupulous lad could exploit him financially, he realised, he just hoped
Alim wouldn't be so greedy that he would force him to abandon his new life
in the capital and have to return back home to live with his parents!

His biggest nightmare was if the lad made him take out a loan or run up
debts on his credit cards that he couldn't repay or spent all his salary so
he could no longer pay his bills.

There was also the small matter of Sharif having moved in with him, which
Alim knew nothing about! Given relations were not good between the pair, he
doubted it would meet with his approval.

Since he had arrived, Sharif had stayed indoors watching TV resting his
feet, so that by Tuesday morning he could just about get into a pair of
sandals and stagger down the stairs unaided, to vacate the flat prior to
Alim's arrival.

David had given him some money to buy lunch and a cheap mobile phone to
replace the one he'd had stolen, and suggested he spend the day in the
nearby library. He was to text him on the new phone number so he could let
him know when the coast was clear.

Given he had come with nothing, it hadn't taken long for David to remove
all traces of Sharif's presence from the flat. Then, despite his
misgivings, he had complied with Alim's demands: phoned in sick, prepared
his accounts and set up his laptop ready for him to use.

But it was with some trepidation that he had waited for him down in the
hallway, devoid of his clothes, down on his knees, with his arse in the
air.

Alim had kept him waiting like that for half an hour before finally turning
up at 10am and letting himself in with the newly cut key.

"Make me a coffee!" was his master's first demand, giving the teacher a
kick up the backside.

* * * * * * * *

With the aid of two cups of coffee, it took less than half an hour for
Alim's razor sharp intellect to check through David's accounts and draw up
a budget showing the teacher's monthly income and expenditure.

"After all the bills are paid each month I reckon there's around £600
left over from your salary," he concluded.

"Allowing for the extra costs of you entertaining us here, I reckon you can
afford to pay us £100 a week for fucking you - which seems pretty cheap
to me!"

"There'll be no more squandering your spare cash on luxuries such as
holidays, clothes, eating out, going to movies and the like. You'll have
the pleasure of our company instead!"

"You are to pay all the bills and settle your credit card at the end of the
month as normal - use cash from your savings account to cover any shortfall
if needs be."

"You will start to buy groceries not just for yourself but also for your
guests and cook meals for us as well as yourself. So best find out what we
like to eat. You can put beer at the top of your shopping list - the sort
you got in for the party is fine!"

"You will keep the place clean and tidy up every day so it's ready for our
use."

"You will do the laundry every week - for yourself and your guests."

"You will withdraw £100 in cash every week and give it to me
personally."

"All clear, paedo?" Alim asked finally, reminding him once more why he had
little alternative but to say yes.

"Yes, Sir." mumbled David humbly, realising that the lad had taken complete
charge of his life and reorganised it to suit himself in just 30 minutes!

"Make me another coffee, then put your work clothes on and go to the bank
to get me the first instalment."

"You can take off the collar before you go out, but leave the cock cage
on. Make sure you strip and put it back on as soon as you get back!"

"Off you go!"

* * * * * * * *

When David returned from the bank he paused at the door to take off his
clothes and put on the collar before rushing up the stairs.

He found Alim in the living room, sitting on the sofa studying his laptop.

He fell to his knees, crawled across to him and handed over the five twenty
pound notes he'd just withdrawn from the cash machine.

"Good boy!" Alim responded, taking it from him and patting him on the
head. But after he'd slipped the notes into his pocket he heaved a heavy
sigh.

"But you've been keeping things back from me again, haven't you?"

Not sure if Alim knew something for definite or was just fishing to see
what he'd say in response, David was unsure how best to answer.

"Nothing to say? It'll go easier with you if you do..."

When David again didn't respond, Alim heaved an even more dramatic sigh.

"I think I've been more than fair with you money-wise - don't you think?
Given that with a snap of my fingers I could land you out of a job and in
clink by letting it be known you're a paedo..."

David swallowed hard and nodded his head in agreement.

"As I keep having to explain to you, Mr Smith, I own you now. That means
you don't keep secrets from me. That means you get my permission before you
do anything that affects me."

"I'll give you one last chance to confess what you've been up to - if you
persist in lying to me you're going to find yourself punished in ways
you're definitely not going to like!" he warned.

He knew everything, David concluded, suddenly wracked with guilt that he'd
attempted to deceive the handsome gang leader, who had been so much more
reasonable in his demands than he'd feared.

Filled with remorse, he kissed the lad's feet in a show of submission and
begged for his forgiveness.

Within minutes the teacher had "confessed" to all the measures he had taken
to protect his privacy prior to the lad's arrival - deleting his browsing
history, transferring his contacts and porn collection onto a memory stick
and had even revealed that he had been keeping a diary of everything that
had happened to him since they had first met.

When Alim remained silent, clearly unimpressed by what he had told him, so
far, David took another deep breath and admitted that Sharif was staying at
the flat, that he had persuaded him not to make him wear the cock cage and
that they had had sex on multiple occasions - all without Alim's knowledge
or permission.

"Is that the lot?" asked his inquisitor.

David nodded and returned to kissing his feet frenetically, to plead for
his forgiveness.

He was tempted to confess about the hidden key to the cock cage and the
memory stick as well, but couldn't bring himself to do it!  He just
couldn't bear the thought of being surrounded by the beautiful Indian lads
he had lusted after for so long and not be able to wank off over them or
their pictures. Besides, how could Alim possibly know about them?

"You have been very bad... very bad indeed!" Alim pronounced, pulling
David's tear-stained face up from his feet and forcing him to look him in
the face, "But at least you have been honest with me at last!"

"Fakir told me he thought Sharif was still around on Sunday," he explained,
"and his mum phoned us up yesterday to see if I knew where he was."

"Don't worry, I told her I didn't know, which was true at the time, but it
didn't take much to figure out where he must be staying..."

"As far as the other stuff's concerned, I'm not interested in reading what
you've written in your smutty little diary, your taste in porn or knowing
about the kinky websites you visit."

"I don't want to know about your friends and family either - just make damn
sure none of them come here while we're around!  It goes without saying if
you want to visit any of them you'll need my permission."

"That clear?"

David nodded contritely.

Alim looked him directly in the eyes to check his sincerity. Finding it
devoid of the least trace of defiance, he smiled and gave the teacher the
opportunity to demonstrate his devotion by sliding a couple of his fingers
into his mouth for him to suck on.

The teacher immediately gobbled them up and continued kissing his hand
repeatedly in a further display of submission and gratitude.

Becoming aroused, Alim set the laptop aside, pushed David's head down to
his groin and rubbed his face against his hardening cock.

"So, what do you think I should do about your bad behaviour?" he asked.

"Punish me, Sir." David mumbled, giving the answer expected, despite
fretting about how painful an experience his punishment might turn out to
be.

Alim pulled the teacher's head up by the ear, draped his naked body across
his lap and rested his right hand on the pale curves of David's
buttocks. He caressed them gently before taking aim, raising his hand and
bringing it down on them with a resounding slap.

After landing half a dozen blows on each cheek Alim began punctuating the
teacher's spanking with a list his sins:

"That's for deleting your browsing history!"

"That's for deleting your contacts list."

"That's for hiding your porn!"

"That's for not wearing your cock cage!"

"That's for having sex with Sharif without my permission!"

"And this is for allowing him to move in with you without asking me first!"

By the time he reached the end of the list, David's white arse had two
circles of pink adorning it.

Although the teacher had found it hard to take, he made no attempt to
escape Alim's grip and merely whimpered to indicate his discomfort when the
blows gradually increased in ferocity.  He berated himself that he deserved
to be punished and would just have to learn to bear the pain.

After the telling off, Alim again rested his hand on David's buttocks,
testing out their temperature and pinching the inflamed skin. Apparently
satisfied, he pushed him from his lap and rose to his feet.

He led the teacher through to the bedroom down on all fours, unfastened the
collar from around his neck and then had him bend over the edge of the bed
with his face in the covers and his arse up in the air.

Thinking he was about to be fucked, David happily complied.

"You are no longer fit to wear my collar and will go completely naked!"
Alim declared. Then he took hold of the buckle end of the leather collar
and stretched it out fully with his hand. It was short and narrow but it
would do the job he had in mind for it.

"Now I'm going to give you a taster of the punishment you'll get if you
ever try to deceive me again!" he added, adjusting the position of the
teacher's arse so it was just where he wanted it. He then pressed his free
hand down on the small of the teacher's back to restrain him and balance
himself and belted his up-turned arse with the collar with all the strength
he could muster.

Taken by surprise, David cried out as he felt the blow hit home on his
already tender backside and immediately recoiled from the intensity of the
pain. To his dismay, he discovered that the hand spanking had just been a
warm-up for something far more severe.

"You're getting a dozen," Alim warned, "so you best start counting them out
in case I lose track!"

"Two!" wailed David as another blow followed while the stinging pain from
the first one was still reverberating through his body.

By the time he'd taken the sixth one, David was begging Alim to stop, but
after a brief pause, deceiving the teacher into thinking he had heeded his
plea, the lad carried on.

"Seven!" he wept, attempting to defend his arse with his hand unsure how
many more blows he would be able to take.

"Take your hand away and present your arse for punishment!" Alim commanded,
waiting calmly for David to comply, then landing the next blow the moment
he did.

How humiliating was this, thought David in between pauses, to have to
continue to present your arse for punishment knowing you are about to
receive the most excruciating pain imaginable by doing so.

Nevertheless that was exactly what he did, though he resorted to grabbing
hold of a pillow to sink his face in to muffle his cries.

By the time Alim reached twelve there were a dozen red stripes adorning
David's buttocks that would make it difficult for him to sit down for a
week.

"Now I'm going to fuck you!" Alim whispered in the teacher's ear.

"Lie on your back with your legs up in the air like the slut you are. This
time I want to see your face while I'm fucking you!"

David meekly complied, paradoxically once again feeling gratitude rather
than resentment toward his tormentor.

As he lay back on the bed holding his legs apart, displaying his hole, he
couldn't resist stealing a glance at the tall Indian lad's graceful
movements as he undressed and despite all that had gone before, felt a rush
of affection overwhelm him.

Alim saw him watching and smiled indulgently as he coated his knob with a
gob of spit, hooked the teacher legs over his shoulders and prised the full
length of his member into his hole inch by inch.

Once fully embedded, he folded David's body beneath him until their faces
were only inches apart and began to thrust it in and out.

The teacher stared back lovingly at the lad's handsome face, relishing the
unprecedented intimacy, and just for a moment thought the gang leader was
going to kiss him.

"I just love fucking you!" Alim confided with a big grin on his face, "And
having you suck my dick.... and spanking your arse even more..."

The words clearly served to heighten his excitement as the rapidity of his
thrusts increased each time he spoke.

"Stripping you naked...  Fucking you in the school stockroom... and having
you wank off out in the corridor... and in the exam hall foyer..." he
reminisced. "Spanking your arse in the bike shed and then pissing on
you..."

Despite his cheeks still being wet from the tears he had shed during his
punishment, as Alim revealed the violence of his desire for him, David
found himself overwhelmed by equally intense feelings of love toward his
young Indian master.

Alim cataloguing all the ways he had humiliated him in the past, only made
David more determined to please him in the future, however much he might
have to sacrifice by way of cash and possessions or the pain he might have
to suffer.

More than that, he came to realise that it was humiliation that truly
excited him, and found himself willing his master on, to take his
degradation to ever greater extremes.

"I promise I will never deceive you again!" he vowed.

Alim gazed into David's adoring eyes and was convinced he meant it.

He really was his slave now! There was nothing he couldn't do to him!

With this thought in his head, he reached his climax.

* * * * * * * *

"Take off your cock cage," Alim demanded once his orgasm had subsided, "Or
has Sharif still got the key hanging round his neck?"

David rushed off to retrieve the key from the bedside table, then called in
on the bathroom to remove the cage and clean himself up before returning to
kiss Alim's feet.

"Now it's your turn to cum!" Alim grinned.

Thinking he was going to be allowed to wank off as the reward for his good
behaviour, David rolled over on his back and started joyfully pulling on
his cock as he continued to lick his master's feet, cock-a-hoot that Alim
had opted to remain naked.

"I didn't say you could wank yourself off!" the Indian lad chastised him,
"Stand up and put your hands on your head!"

"Good boy! Now spread your legs wider apart!"

Once David had complied, Alim picked up the dog collar from the bed and
flexed it menacingly between his hands. Then he swung the leather strap
upwards between the teacher's legs until it connected with his balls.

Involuntarily David let out a gasp.

Amused at this, Alim grinned and did it again, only a little harder this
time and once again David gasped.

The lad then switched his attention to David's cock and landed several
blows on his shaft.

In no hurry, Alim continued to playfully reign down blows of varying
degrees of ferocity on the teacher's genitals with the dog collar,
wondering how long it would take before the teacher begged him to stop.

But before that happened, to David's surprise, and his tormentor's delight,
his cock began to stiffen.

"Keep your hands on your head and concentrate," the Indian lad warned,
continuing to slap his cock as well as his balls until David's gasps merged
into a continuous whine, "Cos I'm going to carry on hitting you like this
until you cum!"

Despite the pain he was suffering the threat succeeded in ensuring David's
cock got harder still.

There was something exciting about allowing someone to inflict pain on you
just for their amusement. It was so incredibly humiliating - although he
could have walked away or fended off the blows targeted at his manhood, he
just stood there and took them, held there by the infatuation he felt for
his tormentor and his desire to submit to him.

But with no other form of physical stimulation available to him David
realised he would have to use his mind if he was to achieve an orgasm
before his cock and balls were rendered as raw as his beaten backside.

He closed his eyes and cast his mind back to the many other forms of
humiliation the Indian lads had imposed on him and, just like Alim had done
to bring himself off, recalled the whole narrative of his degradation.

The way he had been stripped of his clothing, shorn of his body hair, made
to suck the Indian lads' cocks and swallow their cum, been fucked by every
one of them, made to lick their soiled shoes and rim their arses, drink
their piss, wear a dog collar and crawl around on all fours.

How they had taken his money, appropriated his belongings, spanked and
pissed on him and made him roll around in the dirt in return - all the
while taking photographs to record his humiliation so they could share them
with their friends or post them on-line at their whim to extend their hold
over him...

David's breathing quickened and Alim was taken by surprise after a
particularly harsh blow to his dick combined explosively with his thoughts
to cause a shudder to pass throughout his whole body.

As pain and pleasure merged until they became indistinguishable, David let
out a cry as he found his body wracked yet again by the most intense
orgasm. Such was its force, that a veritable jet of his semen erupted from
his cock and spurted halfway across the room.

Alim broke into laughter at what he had witnessed and awarded the shocked
teacher an affectionate pat on the head as he sighed with relief.

Yet another milestone in David's degradation had been achieved - soon he
would have him begging to be punished...

"Now go and make me some lunch! I'm hungry!"