Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2017 22:32:23 +1300
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 32

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32.  Rape!


After an evening packed full of excitement, Sharif and David were now eager
to cum themselves. But rather than continue making-out on the sofa, which
was in any case now sullied with Alim's spunk, they opted to relocate to
the darkroom.

Sharif extracted the leash from his pocket, attached it to Alim's collar
and prised the lad down to the floor on all fours, whilst David fastened up
his clothes and stashed what remained of Alim's behind the sofa. Taking
their drinks along with them, they then led the hapless lad on his hands
and knees through the maze in the direction of the darkroom, acquiring a
growing entourage as their journey progressed.

The tall Indian lad's arrival in the darkroom, now completely naked and on
the end of a leash, was greeted with guffaws and sneers from those who had
molested him at the bar earlier, as their guess that he would inevitably
end up there was proved right. Having bided their time, they now looked
forward to resuming where they had left off and getting another crack at
cutting the handsome Indian sub down to size.

Ignoring the leering crowd, Sharif brought a faltering Alim to heel beside
a vacant knee-high rubber mattress at the far end of the room and had the
lad clamber up on it, before setting his drink down on a nearby barrel and
pulling out his cock. Drawing the lad's head to his groin on a tight leash,
he slid it into his mouth for him to suck.

After setting his drink down beside Sharif's, David tore open a pack of
lube and knelt down at Alim's other end, where he proceeded to smear its
contents around the lad's hole and then slide his fingers in and out.

In a scene reminiscent of Ravi's video, with Alim looking on, Sharif took a
coin from his pocket, flipped it up in the air and asked David to call.

Getting the drift of where this was leading, a whole circle of guys rapidly
surrounded the three of them.

The teacher won the toss and opted to stay where he was, relishing the
prospect of fucking the cocky Indian lad once again - but this time with a
whole room full of gay guys witnessing him doing it.

As the pair focussed on achieving orgasm through fucking Alim's face and
arse, the crowd saw their opportunity to get involved and the lad found
himself being patted, fondled and groped by all comers as his masters
penetrated him at either end.

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

Once they had both cum, the pair found themselves besieged by guys wanting
to be the next to fuck Alim again.

Warding his admirers off, Sharif and David led Alim back to sofa to
retrieve his clothes and after discovering it had been freshly cleaned,
resumed their previous positions.

Whilst the pair recovered from their sexual high and celebrated the lad's
latest humiliation by finishing off the beer he had brought them earlier,
they had Alim display himself once again naked, but for his collar and
leash, with his hands on his head.

"You got a felt-tip pen in your jacket pocket?" Sharif asked David, as he
watched guys falling over each other as they passed by in order to gain a
better view of their humiliated slave.

"I think so," the teacher replied dubiously, recalling how Alim had marked
his own naked body with the word "Paedo" along with his name and date of
birth to ensure he would be recognised from the humiliating pictures he'd
taken of him.

As soon as David came up with the pen, Sharif demanded Alim face the wall
and began to write a message on his back.

"I'm Alim," it began, then on a new line, "Want to fuck me?"

Encouraged by the amount of money he had got out of the Nordic guy, and
gob-smacked by the amount of interest Alim had generated among the gay
club's clientele, Sharif decided he would take a leaf out of his
adversary's book and seize the opportunity to make some cash out of the
lad's humiliation.

Below what he had already written he added, "Text" and wrote after it the
digits of his mobile number.

The pair had hardly stopped giggling by the time Sharif's phone began
beeping to indicate he had received a text and then continued to do so
until he decided to switch it off.  He would reply to the messages
tomorrow, when he would explain that the pleasure of fucking the delightful
Alim didn't come for free.

He handed the pen back to David, took a triumphal draft of his beer and ran
his eyes over the naked body of the lad who had sought to turn him into a
rent boy now broadcasting his sexual submission to all and sundry. He
looked forward to keeping him busy by arranging as many "dates" for him as
possible in the remaining two weeks of his stay, and like he had done,
giving priority to the punters with the most kinky and sadistic tastes!

But for today, he still had another surprise for Alim up his sleeve - a
demeaning torment that, like having to wear the cock cage and get
spit-roasted, was one hell of a lot more humiliating when done in public
than in private.

"Come and sit down on my knee," he called to the lad, tugging on his leash
and guiding the tall lad downwards until he was nestled on his thigh like a
small child.

"You remember beating my arse until I was begging for mercy..." he
whispered more menacingly in his ear, "and hitting the soles of my feet
until I was unable to walk?"

The lad swallowed hard, hung his head and reluctantly admitted his past
offences to his tormentor with a resigned, "yeh," and a look of genuine
fear in his eyes.

"Well, I'm going to do the same to you right now - with all these gay guys
watching -and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it!"

As Alim's shoulders slumped, the younger lad awarded him an ironic kiss on
the cheek before giving a nod to the teacher to help him position the lanky
lad across both of their laps.  Knowing soft-hearted David would never
punish Alim anything like as much as he deserved for the many wrongs he had
committed against them, he awarded him the task of holding of the lad's
wrists secure whilst he did the honours.

"How many do you think you can take, tough guy?" Sharif taunted, tightening
his grip around Alim's flaccid cock and balls with one hand and raising his
other into the air to take aim at his buttocks. "Fifty? A hundred? More,
maybe?"

"Start counting!" he demanded, when the lad didn't attempt to answer, and
quickly followed his first slap with a whole welter of others, each one
harder than the one that had gone before.

"Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight..." Alim gasped forlornly in a
hoarse whisper, not wanting it to be overheard by those watching.

"Just in case anyone here thinks you don't deserve this punishment - you
can also say, 'Thank you, Sir' after each one as well," Sharif added
maliciously.

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

As the sounds of someone being spanked reverberated around the club a new
crowd of excited spectators headed toward them. Guys stood by watching
fascinated, wondering why the older and bigger Indian lad should take the
blows of the younger and smaller one without compliant.

It only took the spank count to reach twenty-five before Alim was unable to
take the pain any longer and began to beg for mercy.

Ignoring his pleas, the youngster continued to rain blows down on his bare
backside, only too happy to hear him suffer, aware that the lad's cries
would only succeed in turning on the lecherous mob all the more.

From his own experience of being beaten, Sharif knew that the protests made
during a spanking were often exaggerated and voiced in anticipation of the
pain in the hope of preventing it. He was still far from convinced that
Alim's cries of pain were genuine.

"Keep counting or I'll start again from scratch!" he warned him.

So turned on was he by the sound of the broken gang leader' s snivels and
whimpers, that despite only just having cum, he found himself with a raging
hard-on once again.  When a worried David intervened, as he thought he
might, warning him that the racket might get them thrown out, Sharif halted
the lad's punishment.

But only for a moment.

Sharif coolly picked up one of the lad's discarded socks from the floor and
handed it to David to shove in his mouth! Then, with Alim silenced, he took
over the counting, leaving the gagged lad to sob uncontrollably as he once
again proceeded to ratchet up the weight and frequency of his blows.

By the time he reached eighty, Alim's protests had turned into a continuous
wail.

"You had enough?" he asked extracting the sock for the lad to reply.

"Please don't hit me again!" Alim pleaded, "I'm sorry for what I did to
both of you!" he cried contritely.

"I don't believe you!" Sharif replied curtly and shoved the sock back in
his mouth again.  Only when he'd landed twenty more blows and reached his
target of one hundred did he pause a second time.

"Anything to say?" he asked, removing the sock once more.

"I'm sorry, Sir!" he remembered to add this time, "I'm truly sorry!" Alim
cried, "Please don't hit me anymore Sir! I'll do anything you say but
please don't hit me again!"

Although Sharif was still not convinced that the lad's contrition was
genuine or that his suffering was sufficient punishment for all the misery
he had foisted on them in the past, he decided to call it a day. There
would be more opportunities in the weeks to come for them to get their own
back on him - but maybe none quite as sweet as this!

 "You'd better mean it! And make sure you do what we tell you or Ravi'll
hear about it!" the youngster threatened unmoved.

"I will, Sir! I promise!" Alim sobbed, like David feeling inordinately
grateful to the lad for finally bringing his suffering to an end.

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

Satisfied that at last he had obtained real vengeance for the sins Alim had
committed against him in the past, Sharif's mood rapidly changed for the
better.

He suddenly became over-solicitous, sat the lad up and attempted to comfort
him by cradling him in his arms and wiping dry his tear-stained face, like
a concerned father might do for his son.

But Sharif's gentleness was short-lived and his affection calculated to
humiliate the lad as much as the spanking had done, by reducing Alim's
status in the eyes of those watching to that of a small child, despite him
possessing the body of a man.

The falseness of his concern became apparent to Alim when Sharif had him
place his thumb in his mouth and commence sucking on it while he patted him
on the head.

When he got tired with having him do that, the youngster ejected Alim from
his knee and returned him to standing beside them facing the wall with his
hands on his head, this time not only displaying the message he'd written
on his back but also his reddened arse to everyone who passed by.

When the pair ran out of beer once again, with a mischievous grin on his
face, Sharif removed the leash from his collar and sent Alim off to the bar
to buy drinks a second time telling him to ask for his missing change to
pay for them.

Given the vow of obedience he had just made, Sharif knew the lad would not
dare to defy him.

Alim set off in trepidation, knowing it was unlikely he'd be able to
retrieve his abandoned change and acutely aware of the sort of reception he
was likely to get from the other customers when he approached the bar
collared, naked and alone.

"Maybe I should keep an eye on him," David volunteered, "in case he gets
into trouble."

"Okay," agreed Sharif, "but wait here while I go use the loo first."

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

Alim didn't get as far as the bar.

On his way to it, a section of the crowd took it upon themselves to head
him off and redirect him in the direction of the darkroom.

Along the way, one of the guys held a bottle of poppers under his nose for
him to sniff, promising it would get him hard. Unused to using the drug, he
took too deep a breath sending his heart beat racing and making him feel
faint.

As the lad staggered down the corridor to meet his fate, propped up on
either side by two of his admirers, the guys who had lusted after him
earlier but been prevented from doing anything about it by David and
Sharif, tagged along.

This time his arrival in the darkroom was greeted with cheers, as those who
had molested him earlier thought the opportunity to do whatever they liked
with the handsome Indian sub had finally arrived.

A faltering Alim was persuaded to sit down on one of the rubber mattresses
near the centre of the room, where a whole circle of guys rapidly
surrounded him.

After glancing around him he quickly lowered his eyes, feeling more
vulnerable than he had in his life before. He sat there completely naked
while all those around him were dressed, every part of his slender brown
body totally exposed to their gaze. With many of those eying him up looking
non-too friendly, his heart beat began pounding from fear as much as from
the drug.

"Come over here and suck my dick, Alim!" a guy from the rear of the crowd
shouted out hopefully.

Upon hearing his name called, the lad turned his head automatically,
disconcerted that the voice was neither Sharif's nor David's, not realising
that the youngster had obligingly written his name on his back.

"Everyone here wants to fuck you, Alim!" another one joked, contemptuously
catching his eye, "So no need to bother sending a text!"

To make things even worse for the lad, at this juncture the poppers started
to take effect and his dick began to stiffen!

Thinking he was excited by the situation he found himself in, the crowd was
no longer willing to merely stare. As he gazed around him in a blurry-eyed
daze, more than a half a dozen guys simultaneously stepped forward to lay
claim to him, pulling him in all directions at once.  Whilst one guy
grabbed him in his arms and forced his tongue down his throat, others,
dragged him onto his back and took possession of his lower portions,
slapping his cock around until it grew harder still, squeezing his balls
and fingering his hole. Yet others focussed on his nipples, twisting and
chewing on them, while others caught hold of whatever limb was available to
kiss, lick and fondle him.

Rougher guys added their own imprints to the marks Sharif had made on his
behind, by biting into his tender flesh, taking pleasure at the handsome
lad's disfigurement and the whimpers he made as they sank their teeth into
his arse and neck.

Without so much as a by your leave, one of the bigger and more aggressive
of them pulled on a condom and shoved aside the guy who had been kissing
him.  Draping the lad's legs over his shoulders he parted Alim's buttocks,
slid his dick into his hole and started fucking him.  "This what you're
after Alim?" he chuckled, driving his cock deep inside him and grinning in
the lad's face as he moaned at the impact of each new thrust.

It was the lad's worst nightmare become a reality! After all the
humiliation he had already suffered that day, was he now about to be
gang-raped?

Alim's arse was aflame, his tongue almost sucked from his mouth, his lips
bruised by passion- filled kisses, his tender most flesh chewed and bitten,
his firm limbs and slender torso pinched, fondled and flayed, his balls
squeezed and stretched, his cock sucked, slapped and tugged...even the
soles of his feet did not escape the mob's attention, as every piece of him
was fought for.

When the first guy came very quickly, a fracas ensued as others in the
crowd strove to take his place.  This time the eventual victor hadn't
either the time or inclination to put on a condom and began pounding Alim's
arse bareback at a breakneck pace.

"This is rape! Get away from him!" a voice shouted from the periphery of
the crowd.

Guys stood back stunned at the sheer volume of the guy's voice as he wadded
in fearlessly to the centre of the mˆl‚e pushing aside much larger
guys than himself as he did so.

"You never heard of safe sex?" he spat at the guy intent on fucking the lad
bareback and yanked Alim away from him.

It was David, utilising the skills he had learned breaking up fights in the
school playground, to rescue the bewildered Alim from the baying crowd.

Like pouring a bucket of cold water on their ardour, the teacher's
accusations divided the participants who were committed to safe sex and
alarmed at a gang rape taking place in a gay club from those who weren't
and brought the whole shenanigans to an abrupt conclusion.

Shame-faced, the guy fucking Alim reluctantly gave up his prize and the
crowd parted to allow David to escort the beleaguered lad out of harm's
way.

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

"Best put this back on and lock it!" Sharif said to Alim with a grin,
throwing the cock-cage and padlock across to him.

Whilst David had escorted him back to the safety of the sofa, cleaned him
up and done his best to comfort him, the youngster had watched sullenly,
steadfastly refusing to take the lad's gang rape seriously. When had he
ever shown the least concern about their feelings or welfare?

The teacher had decided it was time for them to leave and was now busy
searching the club for the lad's missing shorts. He'd told Sharif to wait
for him to return and on no account to leave the lad on his own.

But it had now been five minutes and he was dying for a piss!  He checked
with the boy, and discovered he wanted to relieve himself too, so once the
flushed faced lad had finished re-caging his cock, he attached the leash to
his collar, had him get down on all fours and led him to the toilet.

But when they entered, every stall and urinal was taken and guys were
queuing up to use them. As Sharif watched and waited by the entrance
impatiently a wicked thought entered his head.

Bypassing the queue, he led the lad to the space between two of the urinals
and shoved him down onto his knees.

While the two guys pissing on either side of him looked on, he unzipped his
flies, opened up his bladder and proceeded to fill his slave's mouth with
his piss.

While the guys in the queue chuckled, Alim reluctantly obeyed his master
but constricted his throat, so he would not have to swallow the pale golden
liquid.

Oblivious, Sharif continued pissing in the lad's mouth until his abundant
pee began to overflow from the corners of his mouth and trickle down onto
his chest in rivulets until Alim's whole body was completely drenched in
urine.

After buttoning up and backing away, Sharif couldn't resist adding to the
lad's humiliation by taking out his phone and capturing pictures of his
defeated adversary's piss soaked body, with his mouth still held wide open
as though asking for more!

When one of the men waiting behind him obligingly stepped up to top up his
slave's mouth with piss of his own, the youngster captured this on camera
too!

But Alim had had enough. Unable to bear it for a second longer, he brought
proceedings to an abrupt end by vomiting his mouthful of piss onto the
guy's feet.

As the lad coughed and spluttered on his knees, Sharif hastily grabbed hold
of the leash and make a quick exit before the mess he'd made on the floor
was discovered.

"But I still need to pee!" Alim pleaded, as Sharif dragged him along behind
him, displaying his reddened behind to all comers as they made their way
out down the crowded corridor.

"You can go on the way home," Sharif assured him, dismissing his request
with a grin, and led him back to the sofa where David was waiting for them.

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

When they returned, they found the teacher had assembled as many of the
soiled remnants of Alim's outfit as he could find for him to wear for their
journey back to Chalfont Road. But of the trainers there was no sign.

"Seems like you'll have to walk home in just socks!" Sharif chuckled
gleefully with a twinkle in his eye.

"Had he hidden them?" Alim wondered, "to get payback for the damage he had
caused to his feet in the past?"

He dressed hurriedly in the soiled remnants of his schoolboy outfit - the
crumpled tight- fitting shirt, the tie, socks and the battered shorts,
which now had a huge hole in their rear, leaving his bare, beaten arse
scarcely concealed beneath his shirt-tail.

Once dressed, his masters sent him to the coat-check to retrieve their
shopping and left him to stumble along behind them, shivering from the
cold, as they wound their drunken way through the streets surrounding the
club in search of the right bus stop to get them home.

"I can't hold it any longer!" Alim warned, as he trailed after them and the
cold air began to get the better of him.

"Don't you dare get any of it on my new clothes!" Sharif threatened, as the
cock cage did its worst and sprinkled the lad's steaming piss over the
entire front of his shorts.

The pair stood chuckling from a distance and passers-by hurried away
horrified, as a river of liquid slowly trickled down between Alim's legs
and onto the pavement, soaking his socks with urine along the way.

When the night bus finally arrived, Sharif and David smuggled Alim on board
with his wet clothes hidden behind their shopping and headed for the top
deck. There they took the precaution of taking possession of their
purchases and sitting two seats away from the lad to avoid breathing in the
stench coming from his urine-soaked body.

On their lengthy journey home, the pair amused themselves with the pics
Sharif had taken of Alim in the department store and the club toilets, and
enjoyed witnessing the lad's embarrassment whenever newcomers headed for
the empty seats surrounding him, only to beat a rapid retreat the moment
they noticed the smell.

When Sharif checked the messages on his mobile, there was further cause for
glee, as he found no less than twenty-five texts from guys at the club all
eager to fuck their handsome Indian slave - some offering them cash
unsolicited, whilst others invited them to name their price!

"Looks like Alim's going to be kept very busy until his stay with us is
over!" Sharif chuckled, delighted he would be able to have the former gang
leader experience the very same humiliation he had once so cold-heartedly
imposed on themselves.