Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2017 14:04:34 +1300
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 30

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The story resumes at the end of Chapter 29

While they were busy making their plans for Alim, Sharif received a text
from Ravi to say a work crisis meant he would be out of the country for a
couple of weeks and unable to see them again until his return.

"Best not let Alim find out about that!" commented David, "as that leaves
us having to sort out any trouble he gives us by ourselves."

"Yeh," agreed Sharif, "but so far he seems so scared that he'll do anything
we ask him!"

"I agree, but we need to be a bit careful about pushing him too far too
fast," cautioned the teacher, "as he may just walk out on us."

Before they continued their deliberations, David suggested the youngster
send back a text in reply thanking Ravi for everything he had done for them
and invite him to dinner when he got back to share a bottle of Retsina with
them, to be served by their new slave!

The pair then resumed going through the notes of their brainstorming
session, picking out the things they needed to do immediately to induct
Alim into his new role, now with the additional aim of having him
sufficiently under their thumb to show him off to Ravi on his return.

By the time the lad reappeared, sweating profusely after carrying four bags
crammed full of groceries all the way from the supermarket to Chalfont
Road, they were fully prepared to receive him.

While David unloaded the bags in the kitchen, Sharif had Alim strip naked
on the doorstep, fastened the dog collar around his neck and attached the
leash to it.

"Keep your eyes to the floor, your head down and only speak when spoken
to," he warned before leading him up the stairs to the kitchen.

The youngster had Alim stand with his hands on his head displaying himself
naked while he sat down beside David who was sipping tea at the table with
the dismantled cock cage in front of him.

"You're looking thirsty. Want a drink?" the teacher asked.

"Please," croaked Alim.

"Please 'Sir' I think you mean to say, slave boy!" Sharif corrected.

Alim meekly repeated his words and David got a bowl from the cupboard,
filled it with water from the tap and set it down on floor beside him.

"Lap it up!" he demanded.

Alim fell to his knees, submerged his face in the liquid and sucked it up
gratefully, displaying his delightful brown arse to them as he did so.

"You should have pissed in it first!" commented Sharif, "I hope you're not
feeling sorry for him already!"

Once he had emptied the bowl, David went through his notes explaining how
Alim was expected to behave, where he was to sleep and what his household
duties would be. At the end adding that they would not hesitate to report
his transgressions to Ravi should he dare to defy either of them in any
way.

"So, you agree to our terms?" Sharif asked once David had finished.

"Yes," Alim sighed resignedly, knowing he was faced with little
alternative.

"Excellent!" chortled Sharif, picking up the chastity device from the
table, gleefully clamping it around the former gang leader's cock and balls
and locking it in place.

"As well as obeying our rules you'll have to pay us rent as well if you
stay here," added Sharif. "We're not running a charity!" Then he quoted the
words Rajesh had said to him when he had pleaded to be allowed to stay with
David, "If you stay here you'll have to pay for your bed and board one way
or another!"

"But, what am I supposed to pay you with?" protested Alim, "I already gave
you every penny I'd saved up for college!"

"We'll think of something," David assured him, giving his mate a grin.

"But first off, I'm going to give you a bath," Sharif announced with glee,
grabbing hold of the end of the leash and leading Alim off to the bathroom,
"You smell bad!"

30.  Rags and Riches

Sharif slept fitfully that Sunday night, conscious that once David returned
to work he would have sole responsibility for keeping the former gang
leader in-line.

"Keep him busy," the teacher had advised him as he'd dumped bedding for
Alim on the sofa in the lounge. "Give him loads of chores to do to tire him
out. If he doesn't do them properly make him do them again like he used to
do with us!"

"Keep him in his place by getting him to suck your dick whenever the mood
takes you. Until he learns how to do it properly!" he added with a smirk.

"Make him ask your permission to use the loo. But don't always give him it
straight away - make him cross his legs 'til it suits you," he chuckled.

"If you run out of ideas you can always make him stand in the corner of the
room with his hands on his head while you watch TV or, better still, use
him as your footstool, liked he used to do with us!"

Their conversation had been interrupted by Alim knocking on the door to
rejoin them after using the bathroom, prior to going to bed.

"Come in!" David responded scrutinising his face as he entered.  The lad
kept his head bowed and eyes lowered and gave no indication he had
overheard any of what they'd been saying.

His hosts finished plumping up the pillows and smoothing out the sheets,
then the teacher handed the lad his bedside clock.

"Here's my alarm," David said, "It's set to wake you up at six thirty so
you can serve us tea in bed first thing in the morning. Make sure you get
up on time or you'll make me late for work!"

Although it was barely eleven, they tucked the former gang leader, still
wearing the cock- cage, into his makeshift cot like doting parents, turned
off the light and instructed him to "Go to sleep!"

When the teacher checked up on him ten minutes later the exhausted lad
could be heard snoring away peacefully.

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

The next morning David awoke to the sound of Alim knocking gently on the
bedroom door.

"Tea's ready," he called in a further attempt to rouse them, before
elbowing it open and bringing in two steaming mugs balanced on a tray.

"Fuck off!" Sharif groaned, burrowing his head beneath the pillows,
resentful at being disturbed so early when he had barely slept.

"Come in and put it down on the bedside tables." David responded more
graciously, tickled by the sight of the former tough guy, naked but for a
dog collar and cock cage, meekly serving them their breakfast.

Once Alim had deposited his drink beside him, the teacher sat up in bed
with a smile on his face, enjoying the prospect of introducing their
bleary-eyed slave to the next of his daily duties.

"While we drink our tea you will undertake your second morning task," he
explained, pausing to pull back the duvet to reveal he had a hard-on,
"Sucking our dicks!"  Still only half awake, Alim was unable to muster up
even the semblance of defiance. He just set down the empty tray, clambered
onto the bed between the teacher's legs and meekly took his cock into his
mouth.

"That's a good boy!" David commended, stroking the top of his cropped head
as he felt his lips encircle his unwashed dick and commence sucking on it.

The teacher lay back against the headboard enjoying both the pleasurable
sensation and the abject humiliation that it entailed for the lad providing
it.

"This is the only way to start the day!" he beamed at Sharif, sipping his
tea contentedly when the youngster's head emerged from the pillows, curious
to find out what was going on beside him.

"Shit! You didn't waste any time putting him to work!" he smirked when he
discovered what was going on.

Now eager to join in the fun, despite his premature awakening, the
youngster threw off the duvet and jumped across to the teacher's side of
the bed so he could fondle the naked lad's lower portions while he sucked.

He'd had precious few opportunities in the past to explore the body of the
handsome lad he had doted on for so long - now he could do whatever he
liked with him!

He ran his fingers over his back and shoulders, then over the curve of his
arse which he awarded a kiss before reaching between his legs to squeeze
his balls and slap around his caged cock.

As his excitement grew, Sharif dragged Alim's legs from beneath his
crouching body until he was laid flat on the bed, then gleefully clambered
on top of him and inserted his cock between his thighs.  Then in
exaggerated thrusts he began to simulate fucking him.

David hurriedly finished off his tea as the bed bounced up and down around
him, chuckling good naturedly at youngster's antics.

Recalling what the teacher had said the night before, Sharif next took it
upon himself to improve Alim's cock-sucking efforts by taking hold of the
lad's head and thrusting David's shaft deeper into his mouth.

"You're going to have to learn to take it deep throat!" the youngster
declared, prising Alim's hands away from the base of the teacher's cock so
he could no longer limit the depth of its penetration. "Like we had to do!"

"David likes having his nipples tweaked when he's having his dick sucked,"
he added, grabbing hold of the lad's fingers and placing them on the
teacher's chest. "So you need to learn how to do that properly as well!"

"Think you can manage to do two things at once, slave boy?"

Alim made a grunt by way of reply and obediently twisted David's nipples as
Sharif had demanded, whilst sliding his lips all the way to the base of the
teacher's cock.

"Fuck!" David exclaimed letting out a grateful moan. Only Ravi had ever
sucked his cock at the same time as working his tits before. It got him so
turned on he felt like he could cum at any moment!

Even in his wildest dreams he had never imagined starting his working day
with a romp on the bed with two of the naked Indian lads he fancied so
much!  He embraced Sharif and covered him with grateful kisses while a
penitent Alim continued to do his utmost to please him.

"I want to fuck him before I go!" David whispered in his lover's ear.

"That's fine with me" Sharif responded with a grin, "I've got the rest of
the day to fuck him as many times as I like!"

After rewarding the youngster with a final kiss for his generosity, the
teacher prised Alim's head from his groin.

"Now it's time for you to suck Shar's dick!" he announced, as the pair
quickly changed positions.

David grabbed a condom and lube from the bedside cupboard and set about
putting it on while Sharif teased Alim by smearing the pre-cum from his
oozing dick across his handsome face, prior to sliding it deep into his
former leader's gullet.  With his cock bagged and anointed, the teacher
raised Alim's golden behind from the bed, parted its perfectly rounded
cheeks and slid his rigid shaft into the lad's defenceless hole.

"For the next three weeks you're going to get fucked by one or other of us
every morning!"  David pledged, as he began thrusting his dick in and out
of the lad's arse with a vengeance, whilst Sharif slid his cock down his
throat with matching fervour.  Within minutes both of them had cum.

"Now you've had your breakfast you can start making ours!" chuckled Sharif,
using the same words he had said to David on the morning after his first
stay at Chalfont Road. He attached the leash to the freshly fucked Alim's
collar and led him off to the kitchen down on all fours.

"This is the life," David reflected with a smile as he looked at himself in
the bathroom mirror as he began to shave, before heading off cheerfully to
resume the job he loved.

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

In the day that followed, David's tactic of keeping Alim busy had worked
reasonably well for Sharif. For the most part the lad had kept his temper
in check and hidden his resentment at his reduced status in life concealed
under an impassive mask.

After all, the lad had known what to expect when he had agreed to the deal
proposed by Ravi. It could hardly have come as a surprise to him when the
regime his hosts chose to impose on him bore a striking similarity to the
one he'd previously inflicted on them!  He appeared resolved to serve out
his time as their slave, accept whatever humiliation was dreamed up by his
temporary masters and look forward to resuming his "true" status in life
when he started university at the end of the month.

But as the day progressed and Sharif piled on the work, followed by one
gratuitous humiliation after another, Alim struggled to hide his
resentment. Although there was no out and out rebellion, as the former gang
leader tired, he became sullen and would only comply with his former
underling's demands reluctantly and at his own pace.

Wisely, rather than risk a confrontation by challenging him there and then,
Sharif held off until David returned home so he could to obtain both his
advice and physical support before punishing Alim for his surliness. But he
felt aggrieved. The truth was that Alim wasn't being treated unjustly - he
deserved all he got, and more besides, for all the misery he had inflicted
on him and the teacher for months!

Once home, David listened to Sharif solicitously, agreed the youngster was
right to be angry but confessed he was not surprised that Aim found it hard
to adjust to the life of a slave in the course of just one day! It was easy
for him to do as he was told when he was outnumbered by them and had little
alternative but to co-operate, but he clearly didn't yet think or behave
like a slave.

The teacher proposed he explain to Alim that it was not sufficient for him
to reluctantly obey their orders. He needed to carry out their instructions
willingly, accept their punishments without complaint and actively seek to
please them by pre-empting their needs and by offering himself to them.

As a slave his prime purpose was to please his masters and provide them
with pleasure - rather than think only of himself and his own pleasures, as
he had always done in the past. The last thing they wanted living in their
home was a slave filled with simmering resentment who might become violent
and turn on them at any minute!

David suspected this was not going to be easy for the former gang leader to
swallow and said they should be prepared to throw him out if he didn't
agree to change his attitude. They had enjoyed a couple of days of fun
getting their own back on the bully and blackmailer, but they might now
have to just settle for the cash and the blessing of never seeing him ever
again.  With their strategy agreed, the pair wasted no time in confronting
Alim. They reminded him of the bargain he had struck with Ravi and
presented the lad with an ultimatum. If he didn't shape up and agree to
change his ways immediately, they would have no alternative but to kick him
out of the flat and inform Ravi of the reason why.

The effect on Alim was palpable. The mask of indifference behind which he'd
hidden his emotions shattered and his face was disfigured by anxiety and
fear. He literally threw himself at their feet and begged them to let him
stay. With tears in his eyes he promised them that whatever they did to him
he would never show any resentment ever again and would do his absolute
best to predict their needs and to please them in any way he could.  The
strength of Alim's reaction took the couple by surprise and set them
wondering about what possible hold the older Indian could have over the lad
to warrant it. It looked as though his whole life depended on keeping Ravi
happy. Was it the threat of violence, the ruin of his reputation with his
family and classmates or his future career that was in jeopardy?  Whatever
the reasons, the pair now realised that they merely had to mention Ravi's
name to ensure they obtained Alim's complete co-operation, however
belittling and humiliating their demands on him might be.

Savouring Alim's desperation and genuine fear, the pair feigned indecision
so they could prolong his misery a little longer and sent him out of the
room while they deliberated.  When he returned they explained they were
willing to allow him to stay, but made it clear that in future the
slightest hint of resentment or insolence on his part would be punished by
an immediate spanking.

Alim again broke into tears and thanked them profusely only to have them
explain that the spanking for this most heinous of crimes would be
administered by himself.

"You owe us one for the way you behaved this afternoon," Sharif then
announced, "So start slapping your arse and don't stop until we say so!"

They then sat back and giggled as they watched the humbled gang leader
inflict the same punishment on himself that he had always been so eager to
mete out to them, occasionally shouting out, "Harder!" until both of Alim's
buttocks were glowing red.

So aroused did the pair became by the lad's self-immolation, that
inevitably the day ended in the same way as it had begun, with the two of
them fucking him all over again!

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

After suffering so many years of misery, for the first time life suddenly
felt very sweet for Sharif and he intended to make the most of it.

Empowered by witnessing Alim's abject submission, the following day Sharif
took on the task of introducing him to the role of slave in earnest.

In the short time he had his former tormentor at his mercy, he resolved to
take his revenge on him by pushing his humiliation to the absolute limit
and also by making it as public as he possibly could.

He specified what he liked to eat and drink and obliged Alim not just to
shop for groceries, but prepare and serve his food to him throughout the
day.

He obliged the lad to present himself for use as his footstool whenever he
sat down to watch TV and had him ask if he wished to have his cock sucked
at regular intervals throughout the day.

In between doing the chores, Sharif also introduced a fitness training
regime modelled on the one Rajesh had imposed on them.

He took Alim to the open-air gym in the park and had him use each of the
machines in turn, making fun of him when he failed to achieve even the
modest rep targets he set him. He was getting bored with this and was about
to send the lad off jogging, when he spotted a chewed up tennis ball
abandoned among the long grass.

In a flash of inspiration he hit upon the idea of adopting the same
strategy employed by the many dog-walkers he had observed in the park who
had worked out a way to give their pet some exercise without having to
exert themselves too much in the process.

He threw the ball as far as he possibly could and sent Alim running off to
retrieve it.

It was great fun to see the tall lad scamper off to fetch the ball, dressed
in nothing more than David's tattered shorts and his old school trainers,
and return it to him panting and heaving, only for him to immediately throw
it again and again, until the sweat was pouring down his face and slender
body.

Sharif especially liked it when someone was exercising their dog nearby in
the same way, as it made it so much more demeaning for the lad.

When they'd been playing "fetch" for fifteen minutes and an exhausted
Alim's running pace had slowed down to little more than a crawl, Sharif had
led him into the bushes to punish him for his sloth and introduce him to
even more humiliating aspects of "doggy play".

He'd made him strip completely, get down on all fours and beaten his
already sore backside with one of his trainers as an incentive to improve
his performance.

When the same thing happened a second time, Sharif had not only spanked the
lad again but had also pissed on him and made him roll around in the grass.

He'd sent the shame-faced, mud-spattered and stinky Alim jogging back to
the flat ahead of him, chuckling at the reaction of his fellow dog-walkers,
and their dogs, as they encountered him and wriggled their noses as they
picked up his scent.

The next day Sharif took Alim to the pool with him for a swim to give him
another taste of public humiliation. Although he removed the lad's
cock-cage before the visit, he knew the lad's lack of body hair and his
reddened arse would be more than sufficient to give him cause for
embarrassment.

Like Rajesh, both before and after his swim, Sharif locked Alim's clothes
away in his locker while he took a shower, leaving the lad loitering in the
changing room without clothes or a towel to hide his denuded body.

When they arrived, the locker room had been almost empty and Alim's
appearance had gone unnoticed. But when they had left the pool and the lad
had obediently handed over his trunks to him, to Sharif's delight, a school
party burst in to get ready for their afternoon swimming class.

He had hurriedly slammed his locker shut and headed for the shower, leaving
Alim at the mercy of a changing room packed full of rowdy adolescent boys.

Sharif had smiled as he'd soaped himself up and overheard the lewd comments
and the anti- gay jibes directed at the former tough guy as he'd cowered in
a corner whilst the youngsters had bated him.

"He's got a hard on!" he heard one lad cry out.

Surrounded by half-naked teenagers with his cock-cage newly removed, he
guessed Alim had found it impossible to prevent his cock from rising!

"He's a paedo!" were the next words Sharif overheard being shouted, after
which there was a great commotion, which made him smile all the more.

He only wished David had been there to witness Alim getting his comeuppance
for the slanders he had circulated about him!

When moments later the noise suddenly abated, Sharif guessed a teacher must
have come in to hurry the lads up.

Worried Alim might get himself arrested, he quickly dried himself and was
on his way back to the changing room when he heard noises coming from one
of the shower stalls along the way.

When he'd peered through the half-open door, he'd discovered Alim had taken
sanctuary there, only for a group of lads to follow after him. He was being
spit roasted by a beefy white kid and his equally muscular black mate,
while two of their two skinnier cronies looked on, wanking away at
breakneck speed.

"Don't stop for my sake!" he'd chuckled when they had noticed they were
being observed and left them to it.

He'd opened up his locker and dressed in a leisurely fashion until the four
lads had walked past him on their way to the pool, big grins pasted across
their flushed faces.

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

As a result of Ravi making Alim return their earnings, for the first time
in his life Sharif found himself with a large amount of money at his
disposal. So unsurprisingly, the cash was burning a hole in his pocket.

When David came home on Tuesday he'd discovered Sharif playing around with
the latest iphone which he had invested hundreds of pounds in buying from
the phone shop in the high street that morning.

The teacher had been alarmed and had cautioned the lad to make sure he
spent the rest of the money wisely. He had suggested that maybe replacing
his clothes (which had disappeared in the mugging) should be his highest
priority - not least since he continued to borrow his own!

He proposed they go to Oxford Street to visit the John Lewis department
store to buy him some of the high quality items the shop was renowned for.

Rather than make him wait until the weekend, the teacher proposed they go
on their shopping spree on Thursday after he'd finished work, as that was
the day when all the shops in the West End opened late into the
evening. Sharif had agreed enthusiastically and had used his new plaything
to check the internet and had found a gay club called "The Maze" within
walking distance of the store they could visit afterwards.

Deciding against leaving Alim in the flat alone, where he might get up to
mischief, Sharif had seized on the trip as an opportunity to push his
obedience to them still further. Taking him with them would also mean he
would have to witness him spending the precious "college fund" he had spent
so much time and effort accumulating to impress his fellow students.  It
rankled Sharif that whenever he went out of the flat Alim still got to wear
the smart clothes he had arrived in. Determined this would not happen on
their trip to the West End, the day before their shopping trip he escorted
him to the thrift shop in the nearby high street to buy him an outfit he
deemed more suitable for a slave to wear.

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

Unlike John Lewis, this was the type of shop the youngster was all too
familiar with as a result of his mother's desperate need to make ends meet
following their arrival in London.  He'd had to wear ill-fitting, second
hand clothes for most of his life. Now it was Alim's turn to find out what
it felt like to be the poor relation when all those around you were dressed
up to the nines.

So, he'd a ball having Alim strip and try things on in the single changing
room at the back of the shop before spending less than a tenner on an whole
new outfit.

So what if the shirt he'd bought him was tight fitting and a little short
for a guy of his height?  What did it matter if the shorts were baggy and
needed to be pinned at the waist to prevent them from falling down? He
certainly wasn't furnishing Alim with a belt, they were way too expensive!
They could hang low and leave plenty of room at the crotch for the
cock-cage to swing around in and if he let them fall down what did it
matter! The beat-up leather sandals may have seen better days, but at least
they were the right size! Who cared if, like most things in the charity
shop, they smelt a little musty?

As soon as they entered the flat, Sharif had Alim strip off the fashionable
Levis jeans and hip T-shirt he'd been wearing for the last three days and
had him change into the outfit he'd chosen for him. The combination of the
voluminous shorts, tight fitting shirt and sandals made the lad appear as
vulnerable as if he'd been naked - as anyone looking at him could see that
the whole shebang could easily be removed with just a couple of tugs.

Patches of the lad's bare brown skin peeped out enticingly betwixt the
straining buttons of the shirt as did a band of paler flesh above the
waistband of the sagging shorts, enticingly exposing the cleft of his arse,
as though pleading to be yanked downwards. Sharif reflected enviously that
even dressed in rags the handsome lad still looked as sexy as ever!

Seeing him demeaned and vulnerable like this was such a turn-on that he
couldn't resist taking his phone from his pocket and pointing its lens at
him.

"Time to take a few pics!" he announced with a chuckle.

When Aim saw what the youngster intended to do, he stood stock still and
glared at him.

But Sharif had been prepared for this reaction. As soon as he had purchased
this new phone he had gone to the gay dating website, got the password out
of Alim, downloaded the humiliating pictures the former gang leader had
posted of David and himself and then deleted both profiles.

So now, instead of taking a picture, he held his phone up to Alim's face
and flicked through a slideshow of the pics.

They had the sobering effect he'd intended. Although Alim might be pissed
off at being photographed naked and humiliated, he realised he could hardly
complain given the number of similar pics he'd not only taken of David and
himself in the past but also posted on the net.

Shamed into submission, Alim reluctantly bit his tongue and did as he was
told.

Delighted the youngster had him pose for a plethora of pictures as he
gradually removed his ragged clothes to reveal his slender brown body
totally naked but for the humiliating slave collar and the cock cage.

"On your knees!" he then demanded, slid his cock into Alim's mouth as soon
as he complied and switched the cam to video to capture every mortifying
moment.

"David will love to see this!" he gloated after he'd once again shot his
load down the former gang leader's throat, gleefully sending the video off
for the teacher to watch surreptitiously during his lunch break.

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

After patting his cum slut on the head, Sharif had sent Alim off to make
him some tea with a slap on his bare arse while he went to the bedroom to
decide what he himself would be wearing for their shopping trip.

He was checking out the contents of David's wardrobe when he came across
his old school uniform tucked away in a drawer and found himself
inspired. What better way to emphasize their change in fortunes than to
have Alim wear his old school clothes for their outing and to have him
launder his soiled but much smarter attire so that he could wear them.

He checked out the laundry basket in the bedroom and discovered it was
overflowing - it looked like a trip to the launderette was overdue in any
case. This was a chore he and David were very familiar with, but one which
would be a completely new and suitably humbling experience for Alim -
especially if he was forced to wear the outfit he had just bought him from
the charity shop!

He tipped the contents of the basket onto the floor to confirm that the
lad's soiled designer underpants and socks were in there too. Then with a
grin on his face, he returned to the lounge to retrieve the clothes Alim
had been wearing to date and added them to the heap.  When the lad returned
with his tea Sharif had him gather up the clothes in a plastic laundry bag
and informed him his next chore would be a trip to the laundrette.

"But before that I want you to try these on for size..." he added with a
grin and handed him his old school uniform.

The older lad's face fell but he put it on nevertheless.

Unsurprisingly it was on the small size for the taller lad. The faded blue
shirt was taut beneath the arms, the frayed cuffs ended six inches above
his wrists and its buttons strained to contain Alim's broader chest. The
shiny-seated, grey trousers were similarly snug, especially around the
cock-cage, and ended four inches above his ankles, leaving differing
amounts of brown flesh showing above the un-matched blue
socks. Fortunately, Sharif's battered old trainers had been a size too big
for him, allowing the taller lad to squeeze his feet inside them.

After contemplating Alim's appearance from a distance Sharif decided to
complete the schoolboy look with a striped tie of David's which he fastened
loosely around his neck and then added a touch of adolescent belligerence
by pulling out his shirt-tails.

Deciding it still wasn't quite humiliating enough, after a further flash of
inspiration, he went to the kitchen to get scissors and used them to
amputate the trouser legs just above the knee.  Then as a final flourish he
tore apart the stitching in the seat of the tight-fitting pants to create a
six inch long hole through which he could slide his hand to finger Alim's
hole.

"Perfect!" he chuckled and packed him off to the launderette with a handful
of coins and the bag of dirty washing.

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

On Thursday David quit school promptly at three-forty, left his bike in the
shed and headed off to meet up with Sharif in town.

Despite the teacher's fears, the first few days of term had turned out to
be pretty tranquil as they'd largely been devoted to administrative matters
with the kids well dressed and well behaved. He had yet to accumulate any
marking and had scored out over half of the items on his lengthy "To Do"
list, so left school early with a clear conscience.

When David entered the station foyer at Bond Street and peered around in
search of Sharif it was the familiar school uniform that first caught his
eye, coupled with the height of the embarrassed Indian lad wearing it.

But it was Alim, not Sharif, who he had spotted.

The lad was hanging his head in embarrassment as hundreds of shoppers and
commuters filed past him, their gaze inexorably drawn to the incongruity of
a usually conservatively dressed Indian lad lingering by the exit gate
wearing an outfit of figure-hugging tightness including short pants which
not only displayed his slender legs but a huge bulge nestling between his
thighs.

Some looked bemused by the tall lad's badly fitting school-boy attire,
while others noted the bulge in his crotch and either smirked or looked
away in disgust. All but the busiest cast questioning eyes upwards to the
Indian lad's face to seek an explanation for his attire only to be met with
a blank stare and a longsuffering look.

Beside him, wearing Alim's much smarter former clothes, Sharif leant
against the tiled station wall casually thumbing through the pages of that
day's Evening Standard.

He looked up as he sensed someone approaching him and awarded David a
mischievous grin.  "Hi sorry I'm a bit late. You been waiting long?" the
teacher asked.

"About ten minutes or so," Sharif replied folding away his newspaper and
looking up with a grin.

"Nice outfit you dug out for him!" he commented with a smile nodding toward
Alim, who had stood up straight as soon as he had spotted him, clearly
eager to move on.

Deciding Alim had suffered long enough, the teacher rescued him from
further embarrassment by ushering the two of them through the crowds toward
the exit and across the road to the department store.

As they climbed the stairs to street level, the youngster playfully lifted
up the tail of Alim's shirt so the teacher could see the hole he had made
in the seat of his pants which, as he ascended the steps revealed the lad's
brown buttocks flexing from side to side enticingly.

"A nice touch!" he commended, breaking into laughter, hastily pulling
Alim's shirt-tail back down again but not before the people following him
also got a glimpse of the Indian lad's bare arse.

"Where shall we go first?" asked David as they entered the perfumery
department on the ground floor, "Menswear?"

"No, let's go to 'Ladies Wear' to start off with," replied Sharif with a
mischievous grin, "I want to buy Alim a present!"

On the floor above he and David perused the racks of lacy underwear in the
Lingerie department with Alim trailing apprehensively a yard or so behind
them, acutely aware that they were the only males in sight.

Once they had identified a suitable pair of lacy knickers, they had Alim
join them so they could hold them up against his thighs and consider how he
would look with them on.

Neither Sharif nor David had ever seen Alim blush before, but they did
then, as they sent him off to ask the counter to ask, "Is it possible to
try them on?"

Although the clerk tried her best to keep a straight face, she was clearly
tickled by the sight of the embarrassed, scantily-clad Indian lad and
guessed from seeing the other two chuckling in the background that they
must have put him up to it as a dare.

"I'm afraid not "Sir", we don't allow it for hygiene reasons. You just need
to make sure you select the correct size. I have a size guide and a
measuring tape here if you'd like to borrow them."

Sharif and David split their sides with laughter when Alim returned to them
with the tape measure in his hand.

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

When they finally reached the Menswear department the serious shopping
began. David helped Sharif select a variety of shirts and pants to try on,
after which he headed off to the fitting room, taking Alim along with him.

Finding the place deserted, Sharif selected the end cubicle off a central
corridor and ushered Alim into it before hanging up the clothes he had
selected on a peg and drawing the curtain closed behind them.

"Strip!" he mouthed to a nervous looking Alim and broke out in a grin as
the older lad sullenly complied.

David joined them a few minutes later, toting a shirt he fancied to try on,
and discovered Alim down on his knees sucking Sharif's dick, naked save for
the cock cage.

"Shit!" he chuckled, easing back the curtain to savour this latest assault
on Alim's dignity and award the humbled gang leader a pat on the head as he
sucked.

"I've brought a shirt to try on," he added, holding it up to show his mate,
inadvertently allowing the guy who had followed him into the changing room
to see what the two Indian lads were up to.

"Give me a shout when you're ready," the teacher declared, hurriedly
shielding the pair from the newcomer with his body and closing the
curtain. "I'll be in the cubicle next door," he added, backing away and
attempting to pretend nothing was amiss.

The stranger meanwhile went into the cubicle opposite and when their eyes
met gave David a wink and a conspiratorial grin as if to say "I know what
you're up to!" before closing his curtain.

He was a dishy Nordic-looking guy of around his own age and David could
tell from the excited look in his eye that he was gay. He'd noticed the
blond lad watching them from a distance while they had been choosing
clothes and had already pointed out his suspicions to Sharif when he
appeared to be following them around.

Dressed in new trousers and shirt, Sharif soon emerged from his cubicle,
leaving Alim cowering naked behind the curtain, and paraded up and down the
corridor as though it were a catwalk to display one of his new outfits to
David.

Once a decision had been reached on its suitability, he returned to try on
the other clothes he'd selected and had Alim resume sucking his cock once
more.

After overhearing their previous deliberations, the Indian lads' Nordic
admirer hung around and the next time the youngster appeared joined in
their conversation. He not only gave Sharif his opinions on how well the
clothes suited him but also mixed in half a dozen compliments on his good
looks, whilst sidling around to snatch glimpses of the naked Alim when the
opportunity arose.

It was plain to David that the guy shared his love of Indian men. So when
Sharif accepted his flattery as though it was his due, it came as no
surprise to him that he became bolder still and risked putting his head
around the curtain when Sharif returned to the cubicle to change.

"Is it okay if I join in?" he asked as he caught sight of the youngster
plunging his cock down Alim's throat.

Flattered and amused by the guy's persistence, Sharif pretended to
deliberate for a moment, , before replying with a chuckle, "Why not! Get
your arse in here!"

But as soon as he got inside it became obvious it was Alim the stranger was
besotted by and not himself.

"Is that a chastity he's wearing?" the guy asked.

Sharif disengaged his cock from his mouth and pulled Alim to his feet by
the ear. Then he had him raise his hands into the air so he could display
him to the excited newcomer.

"Wow! He's quite something!" the guy whispered, "Is it okay if I touch
him?"

"You can fuck him if you like - but I get to take pictures!"

"Okay," the guy fired back eagerly, "provided you let me have a copy of
them!"

"No prob! I can send 'em to you from my mobile the moment you're done,"
Sharif promised.

"It'll cost you fifty quid as well," Sharif added not really caring if he
pushed the guy too far.

But to his surprise the Nordic guy opened up his wallet and handed him five
£20 notes, leaving Sharif puzzled.

"That's for a copy of the video as well," he clarified as he placed the
money in his palm.

"Okay" Sharif agreed happily, chuffed at getting his own back on Alim by
pimping him out for so much with such little effort.

"I'll keep an eye out," David interjected after following what had been
going on from the cubicle next door and realising just how risky this was,
"If someone walks in I'll start chatting to you. That'll be your cue to
keep the noise down."

"You behave yourself and do as the man tells you!" Sharif warned Alim,
taking out his phone and stepping aside to allow the stranger full access
to him.

He turned on video capture and watched with a big grin on his face as the
Nordic guy ran his hands over the lad's slender brown body and forced his
tongue between his reluctant lips.  They were lucky, it was a full ten
minutes before another guy entered the fitting room and David chirped out
his warning for the them to keep quiet.

By that time Sharif had captured an especially raunchy video that reached
its crescendo with the Nordic guy fucking Alim using the condom and lube
David had thoughtfully brought with him.

As he got dressed, Sharif posted him the video and the flushed-faced Nordic
guy wished David a fond farewell as he left the fitting room with a big
smile on his face.

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

Sharif gathered up all the garments he'd tried on, set aside those he
wanted to buy and mischievously took away Alim's clothes too. Leaving their
freshly fucked slave stranded in the cubicle completely naked.

He re-joined David outside with a smirk on his face and the pair set about
choosing him socks and underwear. When they tarried to buy him a belt and
shoes as well, over twenty minutes had elapsed before they returned to the
fitting room.

As soon as they entered, they detected the unmistakable sounds of sex
coming from the cubicle where they had abandoned Alim.

They crept nearer, eased back the curtain a crack and discovered one of the
smartly dressed sales assistants, a skinny young black guy they had talked
with earlier, with his pants around his ankles in the midst of fucking the
Indian lad.

Presumably he had spotted Alim was missing, checked out the fitting room as
part of his duties and been unable to believe his luck that he had found
him hiding naked in the farthest cubicle .

Sharif took out his camera and pointed it through the gap as the black guy
threw caution to the wind and slid his lengthy cock more and more rapidly
in and out of the Indian lad's arse until he achieved orgasm.

"Do you think this might get us a discount?" Sharif quipped to David with a
smirk, when he shut off the camera as the sales assistant withdrew his
tumescent dick from Alim's arse.

"Maybe," the guy replied, flashing them a grin as he hastily pulled up his
pants.

"You want to buy all those?" he enquired nodding in the direction of the
items they were carrying.

"Sure do!" Sharif replied.

"Staff discount's 50%!" he chuckled in response, "provided I get a copy of
the video as well!"

"You've got a deal!" Sharif readily agreed.

They waited until Alim had clambered back into Sharif's soiled, threadbare
school clothes and the sales assistant had recovered his composure before
following him to the nearest cash desk.

"What a complete slut you are!" Sharif chided Alim, shaking his head as he
flicked through the footage and then sending a copy of the video to the
email address the black guy had given him, "Fucked twice within an hour by
two complete strangers!"

"I guess he must be getting to like sucking cock and getting fucked up the
arse!" David added sanguinely, patting Alim on the head after loading him
up with their purchases once they had been paid for.

"Just as well..." Sharif chuckled in reply, as he led the party to their
next port of call - the gay club located nearby that had caught his eye on
the internet.