Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2016 16:02:27 +0000
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 22

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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.


22.  Tuition fees

When David got back from work at the end of the week he heard Alim's
distinctive tones coming from the lounge. At first he thought he was on the
phone but when he heard someone reply in an Indian accent he realised they
had a visitor.

It had been a long and tortuous bus journey home after an equally long day
dealing with kids who couldn't wait for their summer holidays to begin -
both made worse by the sweltering heat. So he was glad to follow the
routine Alim had laid out for him on arriving home from work by immediately
taking off his clothes and taking a shower.

He glanced in the mirror as he dried himself afterwards. The marks on his
arse were less noticeable now and his cock and balls had returned to their
normal colour.

After dividing his work clothes between the wardrobe and the laundry
basket, David returned to the hallway. Two dog collars now hung from the
row of pegs with two leashes beside them. He fastened one of them around
his neck, registering that Sharif must be out.

The flat was looking impeccably neat and tidy, as it had ever since Alim
had awarded Sharif responsibility for cleaning up on a daily basis.

Unsure whether to enter the living room or not, he peeped around the edge
of the door and caught a glimpse of an Indian guy in a smart suit, who he
guessed was in his forties, sitting opposite Alim. He knocked on the door
gently to gain their attention.

"That'll be him now," Alim assured the man and told David to come in.

"Ah, the boy from the pictures!" the man exclaimed as soon as he put his
head around the door.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" David asked politely, after noticing
neither of them had one.

"You can bring us both a beer," Alim replied, "but first come over here so
our guest can get a good look at you."

The teacher entered the room revealing his nakedness to the stranger and
stood before Alim with his head bowed.

"Get up on the coffee table and put your hands on your head so he can get a
better look at you!" he demanded.

David did as he was told, his face reddening. He couldn't help himself,
this was just so humiliating that he was becoming erect.

The Indian man got up from his chair and circled around him, examining him
from all angles.

"He's completely shaved as you can see..." commented Alim.

"He looks... so vulnerable!" the man commented, reaching out his hand and
sliding it over the skin of David's buttocks to sample their firmness.

"He's deliciously pale and has such beautifully soft skin... and such pert
little nipples..." he added, casually rubbing them with the tip of his
finger and laughing when David's cock sprang up another notch.

"If you prefer his dick to be caged that can be arranged," offered Alim.

"No, no need for that," said the man, "he's perfect just as he is! I love
to see a white boy blush when he gets excited!"

"Part your arse cheeks and bend over so the man can see your hole boy!"
Alim demanded.

The teacher did as he was bid, allowing the stranger to rub his finger
around the lips of his anus in a leisurely circle and witness him squirm.

"Okay, that'll do!" Alim interrupted, "get down off the table and get us
those drinks! Oh, and bring me your leash!"

David returned a couple of minutes later with two beer-filled glasses
loaded on a tray, to witness the negotiations on his hire being concluded.

Although Alim was now conversing with the Indian man in a language he
couldn't understand, when he got out his wallet and handed over five œ10
notes he realised a deal had been done.

Alim motioned David across to him, attached the leash to his collar and
handed its other end to his visitor.

"He's all yours!" he grinned getting to his feet, "I'll take you to the
room..."

"There's a bathroom here you can use," he pointed out along the
way. "Condoms and lube are on the bedside table, along with tissues..."

"Make yourself at home - but remember you've paid for one hour
only. There's a clock by the side of the bed."

* * * * * * * *

Alim had been busy. While David had been at work he'd used his laptop and
email account to set up profiles for him on a couple of gay dating websites
making use of the raunchy photos he had of him to generate interest.

So confident was the lad of the hold he had over the teacher that he had
shown off his handiwork to him when he had returned home from school. He
had enjoyed seeing him squirm when he had witnessed the demeaning pictures
of him he'd posted online alongside a description of himself as a "100%
submissive bottom who loves sucking cock, being fucked and being treated
rough, into spanking, water sports and doggy play. Indian guys especially
welcome".

Although David realised with a jolt that every word of it was true, it was
a shock to see the desires he'd kept hidden for so long broadcast to the
world along with humiliating pictures of him on display for everyone to
see! He was familiar with such sites but had never dared to set up a
profile of his own due to his fears about his sexuality becoming known. Now
Alim had done it for him using his name, email address and his credit card
account!

As he gazed at the pics of himself naked, red-faced with embarrassment and
excitement, shorn of his body hair, with his cock fully erect or bent over
parting his arse cheeks displaying his anus, David had to admit that Alim
had done a good job as it made for a very enticing profile!

It would mostly be viewed by gay men, he reassured himself, and his entry
would be hidden amongst thousands of others so with any luck wouldn't come
to the attention of anyone who knew him. At least Alim had not used the
pics of him they had taken at school displaying his name and date of birth!

Only then had it dawned on David that the Indian lad's motive in setting up
the profiles was not about humiliating him publicly or boasting about his
sexual conquest to others (though this probably came into it) but about
making yet more money out of him. Not satisfied with confiscating his
possessions, helping himself to a large portion of his monthly salary and
using his flat as a social club, the Indian lad was set on pimping him out
as a rent boy!

It had given David pause for thought, as just as he had never thought much
about porn from the model's point of view until he had become one himself,
he had never thought much about prostitution from the sex-worker's
perspective either. So he hastily wracked his brain to figure out what
might be heading his way.

He'd be forced to exhibit himself naked and submit sexually to anyone Alim
deemed suitable for as little or as much money as the lad decided to charge
them for his services. He would have to do his best to please them however
unattractive, unhygienic or sadistic they might turn out to be.

The more men he had sex with the more likely he would be of catching a
sexually transmitted infection. Although he'd decided he was at low risk of
getting anything from the teenagers, having sex with older guys would mean
he'd need to take precautions.

The punters would want to get their money's worth out of him (especially if
Alim charged them a lot) and would assume they could impose any or all of
the things listed in his profile (as well as other things that he'd never
experienced before) and would not bother too much about whether he enjoyed
what they did to him or not.

This gave Alim yet more power over him he realised. He could reward him by
selecting the guys he thought he might fancy or that he thought would be
kind to him or he could punish him by choosing the ones he knew he wouldn't
like and who were likely to be mean to him.  Perhaps more likely he would
take the ones who offered to pay him the most money regardless of what they
were like! Either way he would have no say in the matter.

When Alim moved on from showing him his profile to checking out his
messages David soon gathered he had a problem. Within just a few hours of
the profiles going live he had been inundated with messages - which made
the job of sifting through them all to pick out the guys who might be
willing to pay for his services much more time-consuming than he'd
imagined.

In addition, the websites' embargo on members selling sex meant he had to
approach the subject of payment tactfully with each potential customer as
if it got reported the account and profile he just spent so much time and
effort setting up would be terminated.

Nevertheless Alim found the process exciting and opted to do it with David
nestled between his legs sucking his dick so he could read aloud any
messages that amused him and show the teacher the pics of some of the guys
who might be fucking him to ask if he fancied them or not.

While he was teasing him Alim let slip that he was planning to post similar
profiles for Sharif.

Distracted from his worries about his own fate, David felt much more
concerned about the youngster he had grown so fond of being forced into a
life of prostitution. Unbeknown to Alim they were planning to unlock the
lad's cock cage again that night and have sex again the moment he was out
the door!

Knowing he was in no position to challenge Alim about it, David struggled
to think of a means of persuading him to change his mind. Then he realised
that unlike himself Sharif could always leave and go back to his parents or
just run away if Alim were to push him too far. He would miss him if that
were to happen though...

However, at least for the time being it looked as though Alim was too
preoccupied lining up clients for himself to move on to exploiting the
youngster in the same way.

Alim had resumed his efforts on Friday morning, this time focussing on
older men thinking they would be more easily persuaded to pay if they
thought they were getting sex with a handsome young guy at well below the
going rate.

Given what he had put in David's profile and the part of London where he
lived, it was perhaps not surprising that the first guy to show a firm
interest and suggest that he might be willing to pay for the privilege of
fucking him had been an Indian guy.

Realising he was after sex the same day Alim had sent David a text to get
his arse back home ASAP after work and had invited the man round to the
flat that afternoon.

Although David was still nervous about providing sex for money, he doubted
it could be any more traumatic than the initiation he'd had at the hands of
the gang of Indian lads! But having sex with guys he didn't fancy would be
a new experience for him. He just had to remember that his job was giving
them pleasure rather than getting any of his own - a lesson he thought Alim
had taught him very well!

* * * * * * * *

"He seems a nice guy and he's not short of a bob or two," Alim informed
David while the Indian man was using the bathroom, "He's probably married
but likes secretly fucking white boys on the side. Make sure he enjoys
himself, cos if he comes back for more it'll save us the trouble of
constantly having to find you new tricks!"

With that, Alim made his exit, leaving David to wait nervously in the
bedroom with the leash dangling down from his collar unsure what position
he should adopt to greet the guy.

"You got a coat hanger?" were the man's first words.

David rushed to the wardrobe and handed one over to him.

The man put his jacket on it and hung it up on the hook on the inside of
the bedroom door and closed it shut behind them.

"You're new to this I guess?" the man chuckled, a smile lighting up his
face, "which is very nice for me..."

Although David had estimated that he was over forty, his dark skin, pearly
white teeth, raven hair and moustache made him stunningly handsome as far
as he was concerned. He also oozed self-confidence which made him warm to
him instantly.

The Indian picked up the beer Alim had left on the bedside table and
settled down in the armchair.

"Come over here and take off my shoes," he demanded after swallowing
another mouthful.

He watched as David got down on his knees and unfastened the laces of his
smart dress shoes and eased them off as gently as he could. He then placed
them neatly at the side of the chair and to demonstrate his submission gave
each of the man's sock-covered feet a kiss.

"If you like my feet, then you'll love my cock!" he joked, smiling
indulgently while intertwining his fingers and stretching out in the chair.

"Let's take this off, shall we?" he then added, tousling David's hair and
proceeding to unfasten the dog collar from around his neck and discard it
on the floor - strangely leaving David feeling far more naked than he had
before.

"Come closer!" he demanded, and when David shuffled forward on his knees he
wrapped his muscular arms around his slender torso and hugged him tightly
to his chest.

He held him there for a minute or more allowing David to breathe in his
manly odour infused with the tang of cologne and feel more secure than he
had since he was a small child.

"Loosen my shirt and tie!" the Indian whispered, releasing the teacher from
his embrace and taking another sip of his beer. He lay back and watched the
white boy eagerly carry out his wishes noticing that his cock had hardened
once more. He reached out a hand to touch it and fondle the incredible
smoothness of David's shaved ball sack and the silkiness of the skin
coating his taut shaft - toys for him to play with.

With the man's tie removed, David slowly unbuttoned the front of his shirt
and parted it to reveal a broad chest covered with a mat of thick black
hair. As the man's excitement grew, he slid his shirt off over his
shoulders, grabbed hold of the back of David's head and rubbed his face
into the ebony curls. He then tugged him up roughly by the hair, placed his
lips over his mouth and began kissing him.

He slid his tongue deep into David's mouth, wiggled it around and then
sucked his own out so forcefully that he thought he would tear it out by
the roots. Interspersed with more languorous kisses were sojourns to
tenderly bite his chin and neck, suck and nibble his ear lobes and pauses
during which the Indian guy gazed besotted into David's flushed face,
smiled then planted kisses on his eyelids and the tip of his nose.

After hugging David close a second time, the Indian held him at arm's
length so he could admire more of his body and turned his attention to the
two pink circles adorning his pale skinned chest. With a mischievous grin
on his face he gave them a little tweak with the tips of his fingers. As
they rapidly hardened, he lowered his head to lick them, then suck on them
and gently bite them until he had David groaning with pleasure.

His next move was to turn the excited white boy around and fold him over
his knee so he could examine his rear. He ran his hand over the smooth
curve of his buttocks and held it there in his palm making David fear he
was about to land a blow - but upon seeing the remnants of the welts Alim
had inflicted on him he held back from doing so and instead bent forward to
plant a kiss on each cheek instead.

David was unused to such tenderness or to the sensuous way that the older
Indian man touched him - it filled him not only with pleasure but with
gratitude and made him want to do everything he could to give the stranger
pleasure in return.

The man prised apart David's buttocks to examine his hole at close
quarters, spat into the centre of his hairless pink ring and slowly eased
his finger inside for the second occasion that day. This time he prised it
down to the knuckle and slid it in and out of him repeatedly until David
stopped squirming and began to enjoy it.

He examined his finger carefully afterwards delighted that it came out
clean and then helped the teacher back onto his knees and kissed him
passionately on the lips once more before finally giving the instruction
David had been waiting for.

"Take off my pants!"

Reverently, David unfastened the man's belt, opened up the front of his
pinstriped trousers and with a little assistance was able to ease them down
and off over his wide, hair-coated thighs and slender calves. A pair of
snowy white briefs was revealed which contrasted delightfully with the
darkness of the Indian's body. At its front a large mound protruded with
damp pre-cum stains visible all around it.

"Take out my cock!"

David sank his head into the Indian man's groin and rubbed his face against
the soft cotton fabric of his briefs, joyfully breathing in their funky
smell before slowly easing the elastic waistband downwards to release his
cock. As it sprang upwards he enveloped it in his mouth and set about
worshipping his dick just as Alim and Rajesh had trained him to do...

* * * * * * * *

Now fully naked, the muscular Indian pulled David to his feet and led him
across to the bed.  He laid him down on his back and flung himself on top
of him kissing him passionately on the lips once again and then began
gradually working his way down his body, licking, biting and fondling as he
went.

To David's surprise the man gulped down his cock, caressed it with his lips
and carried on sucking on it until he had him groaning with pleasure. Then
to his even greater surprise he upended him and proceeded to lick his way
down the crack of his arse until he reached his hole. He soon had David
squirming once again as in a frenzy of excitement he kissed his buttocks
and prised his tongue into the puckered pink opening.

Abruptly the Indian rose from the bed, tore open one of the condom packets
and stretched it over his cock. He coated it with lube, did the same to
David's arse and hastily wiped his hands on a tissue. He dragged David to
the very edge of the bed hoisted his legs over his shoulders and neatly
inserted his thick cock into his hole until it was completely submerged.

This was so much less painful than the fuckings he had in the past that
David groaned with delight as the excited Indian struck home and began
easing his cock in and out of him. In this position he could share the
man's excitement and passion; feel his swollen member embedded deep inside
him, his breath on his flushed cheeks as he fucked him and see the
delighted smile that lit up his handsome face.

As his excitement grew, the Indian pressed further forward, pinning the
younger man's knees to his shoulders so he could slide his tongue into his
mouth and penetrate him at both ends at the same time.

David felt his hole tighten around the man's cock and also a feeling he had
not experienced before. It was as though he were losing control of his
bladder and at the same time on the verge of orgasm. The Indian was plainly
hitting a spot that his younger and less experienced compatriots had missed
when they had fucked him.

He stared back gratefully into the Indian's grinning face as his thrusts
gathered pace and then suddenly slowed as he let out a cry of joy when his
cock erupted inside him. By this time his own cock had hardened
involuntarily and he also found himself enveloped in the throes of orgasm,
pumping out semen to the same rhythm as the Indian man who was fucking
him. He had never experienced the like before...

Once spent, the man withdrew his cock, peeled off the condom and cradled an
exhausted but very contented David in his arms.

* * * * * * * *

That same afternoon Sharif had arranged to visit his mother to reassure her
he was okay. He had chosen a time when his stepdad was out at work and his
sister still at school in order to minimise the risk of provoking another
argument. But he also had an ulterior motive for calling in on her - he
desperately needed to raise some cash.

David had persuaded Sharif that he would have to continue to wear the cock
cage some of the time as if there was no chaffing around it at all Alim
would become suspicious. The youngster had reluctantly agreed and had
promised he would make sure he always had the device to hand so he could
put it on in a hurry should any of the gang members show up
unexpectedly. The padlock was left unlocked so he could easily fasten it in
place without needing the key - which remained hidden at the bottom of the
cereal packet.

"I can't bear having my cock locked up all day like this - it's really
painful!"  Sharif complained to David after wearing it for a just a couple
of hours and had removed it.

Given it was Alim's "incentive" for him to earn some cash to pay for his
keep, the only other way he had of freeing himself of it was to get hold of
some money. So hoping his mum might be willing to help him out, he'd
obtained Alim's agreement to visit her on the grounds he could reassure her
he was okay at the same time.

David agreed to supplement whatever she gave him with some money of his own
that Alim didn't know about - a œ20 note his mum had slipped inside his
birthday card - hoping that might total enough to buy Sharif a week free of
having to wear the dreaded device.

Alim had also instructed Sharif to bring back with him anything else of any
value he had left at home. To make sure this time round that the booty and
cash arrived back at the flat safely, Rajesh had volunteered to provide him
with an escort.

"Empty your pockets!" Rajesh insisted the moment Sharif returned to where
he'd been waiting for him at the end of the walkway. "She gave you œ40!"
he exclaimed surprised, "Maybe she loves you after all!"

Sharif had secreted the œ20 note David had given him in his pocket
before they had set off so he could "launder" it by pretending it had come
from his mum.

"Wow this bag is heavy as well!" Rajesh commented lifting it up and then
checking out its contents.

"It's clothes mostly...

While Rajesh rummaged through his stuff Sharon and then Janice appeared at
the top of the stairwell...

"Hi Sharif, nice haircut!" one of them called out.

"Found yourself a new boyfriend?" the other one enquired cheekily.

"Yes I have!" Sharif replied defiantly to both girls' astonishment.

Rajesh gave them a withering look and without uttering a word closed up the
bag and escorted Sharif safely off the estate.

* * * * * * * *

Back at the flat, Rajesh reported back to Alim in the living room while
Sharif obediently removed his clothes in the hallway and donned the collar
he'd left hanging on the pegs when he'd left.

As he stood there naked examining the damage the cock cage had inflicted on
him, hoping Alim would soon get round to removing it now he had œ40 to
offer him, the Indian guy emerged from the bathroom after taking a shower,
now fully dressed.

Taken by surprise, Sharif instinctively clasped his hands over his crotch
to hide his shackled genitals but there was no concealing his nakedness
from the man nor the dog collar fastened around his neck.

Spotting the youngster's embarrassment, the man smiled and strode
confidently towards him.  "Hello there!" he murmured seductively cupping
the youngster's bare arse in the palm of his hand and following it up with
a gentle peck on the cheek.

Unsure how to respond and unable to fend him off while he was still
covering up his genitals, Sharif pushed on the living room door in the hope
it would open so he could escape the stranger's advances.

"Everything okay?" Alim asked as Sharif fell into the living room with the
older Indian following close behind him.

"Yes, truly excellent!" the Indian man responded with a grin, removing his
hand from Sharif's backside only to tousle the youngster's short-cropped
hair.

"Next time I must have both of them!" he chuckled.

"That can be arranged," Alim responded never slow to pursue an opportunity
to generate additional funds, "for a very reasonable additional fee!"

"I wouldn't expect otherwise for the privilege of making love to two such
handsome fellows!" the man replied without batting an eyelid.

"Come in and sit down," Alim responded with an avaricious grin, ushering
him inside, "we can set a date for your next visit now if you'd like and
agree the terms..."

"I'll talk with you later," he hissed at Sharif ushering him out of the
room, "go wait for me in the bedroom!"

* * * * * * * *

"Who was the Indian guy out in the corridor?" Sharif asked David as soon as
he entered.

The teacher had kept Sharif in the dark about what Alim was up to, but
realised that the state of the bedroom made it pretty obvious he'd just
been having sex, so he decided the time had come for him to confess to the
youngster what was going on and alert him to what might lie in store for
him in the none too distant future.

"He just fucked me," David admitted, "Alim's set up a profile for me on a
gay dating website and he's now pimping me out to earn him some extra
cash..."

"Shit!" Sharif responded, "and that guy was the first one...? How did it
go?"

"To be honest it wasn't anything like as bad as I thought it would be..."
David admitted, holding back that he had actually enjoyed the encounter
immensely.

"In fact, compared with getting fucked by Alim and Raj it was an absolute
doddle!"

"That's good, cos he just touched me up out in the corridor and said
something to Alim about wanting to have sex with both of us next time..."

"No shit!" David responded with a grin.

* * * * * * * *

After he had seen the Indian man out, Rajesh came into the bedroom.

"Next door now!" he demanded.

David hurriedly fastened the collar back around his neck and both he and
Sharif fell to their knees and padded out into the hallway. Rajesh herded
them through to the living room with a mix of kicks and slaps on their bare
backsides where Alim was sitting on the sofa with a big smile on his face,
celebrating their cash windfall with a drink.

"You've both done well today..." Alim acknowledged, patting them both on
the head as Rajesh sat down beside him. Then he casually opened up his fly,
grabbed Sharif by the scruff of the neck and pressed the youngster's head
down to his groin.

Sharif knew better than to resist and took his cock into his mouth without
complaint.

Rajesh immediately followed his leader's example and got David to do the
same for him.

"Sadly, your mum's miserly forty quid will only cover what you owe us for
the pleasure of living here since Sunday," Alim pronounced, his cock fast
becoming erect as the lad massaged its head with his lips. "So I'm afraid
the cock cage will stay in place until you earn us some more dosh!"

Rajesh chuckled at Alim's ruthlessness while ramming his own cock deep into
the teacher's mouth.

"However, there may be a speedy way of doing that....The guy you met in the
hallway was very keen and wants to fuck both of you next week!"

 "So, I hope you're going to play ball Shar - cos I don't rate your chances
of landing any other job anytime soon!"

"On the other hand, if you decided to co-operate with us, like Sir here,
and put your cock sucking talents to good use... you might never have to
wear that cock cage ever again!"

"In return for turning a few tricks a week you could carry on living here
rent-free and we might even throw in some pocket money so you aren't
constantly sponging off sir."

"How much pocket money?" Sharif croaked when Alim allowed him to part his
mouth from his cock.

"That will depend on how popular you turn out to be... Shall we say œ10
a trick?" he proposed, giving his mate a glance by way of consultation.

"œ20 at least!" Sharif replied, "and I want my own key to the flat!"

Alim looked across at his mate to obtain his approval. Rajesh shrugged his
shoulders indicating he left it up to him.

"Okay, œ20 per trick it is," conceded Alim, "but you'll carry on doing
the cleaning every day and do your share of the other chores as well."

"Fine! It's a deal!" muttered Sharif, adding before Alim had the chance to
thrust his cock back into his mouth, "Can you take the cock cage off me now
please?"

Alim chuckled, took the keys with the ribbon still attached to them from
his pocket and removed the padlock. "Don't forget this goes back on if you
don't keep your side of the bargain!"

He watched as the lad eased the hated device from his cock and balls and
heaved an exaggerated sigh of relief.

"As for you, paedo," Alim added turning his attention to David, "now the
school holidays have started you'll be working full time turning as many
tricks as we can find for you!"

"So no sunbathing on some beach in the Med for you this year!" gloated
Rajesh thrusting his cock so deep down his throat that the teacher gagged.

"In between tricks you'll be wearing our birthday gift. Put it on him
Shar!"

Rajesh snorted at his mate's wickedness and gave David a brief respite from
sucking his dick to allow the youngster to assemble the device around his
genitals.

Their eyes met briefly as Sharif carried out Alim's instructions, the
knowing smile he shared with him almost giving the game away that the joke
was on the other two due to their concealed key.

Fortunately Alim interpreted this as him gloating at David's misfortune and
decided to remind him of his place by slapping his newly released cock and
balls around until he had him whimpering for mercy!

By now both pretty drunk, the fully-clothed Indian lads went to town taking
advantage of their captives' nakedness, wrestling, slapping and kicking
them as they scampered around on the floor at their feet attempting to
avoid their blows.

"Don't you ever forget who's boss around here boys!" Alim warned after
flopping back down on the sofa and taking another sip of his beer.

"Yeh!" echoed Rajesh doing the same, "You're just a couple of dogs!"

"And to prove it," added Alim with a grin on his face, "you're going to
lick each other's arses!"

David and Sharif eyed each other warily knowing that if they dared to defy
them they were likely to suffer a much more painful punishment.

"Get your camera out mate! I want some pics of this!" he urged Raj.

"Get on with it then!" Alim demanded.

David made the first move, down on all-fours he padded across to the
youngster's up-turned rear, thrust his nose between the lad's buttocks and
stuck out his tongue.

"That a boy! Slide your tongue right up his shit-hole!" Rajesh demanded
taking a succession of pictures.

"Now the other way round!" Alim chuckled maliciously knowing how much the
youngster would resent doing it, "It'll be good practice for your new
career!"

The two switched positions and Sharif warily approached the pink circle of
David's recently fucked hole.

"Lick it!" Alim demanded, thrusting the youngster's head into the crack of
David's arse and holding it there until he complied.

"Stick out your tongue so I can see you do it!" added Rajesh once his mate
had relinquished his grip and gleefully took more pictures of Sharif
reluctantly doing as he was told.

"Now you can kiss each other while we fuck you, you filthy pair of
arse-lickers!" a triumphant Alim chuckled.