Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2017 15:26:29 +0000
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 33

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33.  For Sale


Although it was now mid-September, the gay cruising area in the park was as
popular as ever, especially on nights such as this, when the weather was
unusually warm and the moon was full.

By eleven, David and Sharif knew men would begin arriving in large numbers,
so they got to the car park at just after ten-thirty to make sure Alim
would be ready for them.  Once shrouded in the darkness beneath the trees,
they paused to attach the leash to the lad's collar and then led him along
the well-worn paths through the greenery.

Intrigued by the sight of the tall Indian lad being led along like a dog
with his head bowed in shame, the guys already out cruising stood aside and
eyed the party with interest as they passed by. The more curious ones,
circled around and began to follow at a distance.

In order to attract yet more attention, as they made their way through the
woods, Sharif punctuated their journey by pausing a couple of times to have
Alim remove an item of clothing, which David then packed away in the
rucksack he was carrying on his back.

As they had only allowed their slave to wear a shirt and shorts to begin
with, it wasn't long before he was following them naked but for his collar
and sandals - a sight that generated quite a stir among the guys wandering
the paths or lingering at junctions, smoking cigarettes.

Their journey came to its end in a clearing adjacent to the main cruising
area where the stump of a recently felled tree protruded a foot or more
above the ground at its centre. All around it, like a newly laid carpet,
was a thick covering of sawdust and wood chippings left behind after the
felling. As the trio approached, the moonlight came out from behind a cloud
and beamed down on them as brightly as a spotlight.

"Perfect!" David muttered under his breath, pleased that they had taken the
trouble to suss out a suitable location during the daytime.

This was not the only precaution they'd taken in advance of their
expedition to the gay cruising area, as they'd realised it was a high risk
venture. But when David had come up with the idea during their
brainstorming session, Sharif had been so keen on it as a way of them
obtaining further revenge on Alim, that he had persuaded the teacher to go
ahead with it, despite the hazards it presented.

So they could taunt him about it, the pair had told Alim about their plan
to take him to the gay cruising area in advance, and had not permitted him
to cum all week to make sure he'd be extra horny on the night. Even so, the
two of them had been surprised when they had unlocked his cock cage prior
to leaving the flat when Alim had instantly sprouted a boner.  Maybe he was
growing to like the idea of being paraded around naked and being fucked in
front of a whole gang of gay guys? But then, they hadn't told him the full
story of what they had in store for him.

They'd considered blindfolding him, but had decided they wanted guys to see
his face and for him to be aware of how many guys were witnessing his
humiliation. They'd thought about putting him into bondage too and
fastening him up to a tree to render him more vulnerable still - but had
decided this would be too risky and get in the way of having sex with
him. So in the end they had just settled on having him naked but for the
dog collar to signify to others that he was their slave.

On reaching the clearing, they had Alim take off his sandals and step up
onto the tree stump.  They unfastened the leash from his collar and had him
place his hands on his head, chuckling to each other when the lad's
erection instantly returned.

Before David tucked his footwear away in his backpack, he pulled out of it
a laminated sign with a cord attached to it and had Alim lean forward like
an Olympic medallist to allow him to drape it around his neck.

"FOR SALE" it read, in large black letters set against a yellow day-glow
background, clearly visible in the moonlight from some distance away.

This was the part of the plan David and Sharif had not shared with Alim:
the part that involved them auctioning him off to the highest bidder on a
short-term basis in order to furnish them with the rent money they had
demanded from him for his keep.

Although Sharif had contacted the guys who had texted him after witnessing
Alim's humiliation at the club, he lacked the older lad's negotiating
skills and, despite exchanging numerous messages with several of them, had
failed to persuade any into parting with money in order to fuck him.

The pair had considered creating a profile for him on a gay dating website,
as Alim had for them, but rejected the idea on the grounds that they didn't
have sufficient time to set it up and scrutinise the messages it would
generate to identify potential punters. So instead of pimping him out
on-line, David had come up with this idea as a much speedier way of
punishing the former gang leader for daring to force them into becoming
rent boys.

Aware things could easily get out of hand, the pair had decided on their
respective roles in advance. While Sharif would negotiate with guys who
showed an interest and get Alim to display himself to them, David would
stay at his side to protect him, ensure the sex was safe and ward off guys
who were after molesting him for free. Although this might not have been
the best division of labour, given the youngster's limited bargaining
experience, the teacher went along with it so he could safeguard Alim's
safety.

To ensure they would not have problems getting guys to stop once their
allotted time was up, David had borrowed a large stop-clock he's found
gathering dust in the school stockroom (which had presumably been used for
some timed examination in the past) which to avoid disputes he planned to
utilise to warn punters how much time they had left. The two of them would
combine forces to make sure that the time allocation was strictly adhered
to and if necessary seek the help of those waiting to take their turn to
enforce it.

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

Although the guys frequenting the cruising area were a bit on the shy side,
and mostly preferred to confine their cruising activities to the gloom
beneath the trees, the sight of the handsome-faced, young Indian lad
displaying himself stark naked on the tree stump with a sign hung around
his neck that indicated he was available for fucking to the highest bidder,
drew them out into the moonlight like moths to a flame.

The first to emerge from the darkness to take a closer look at Alim, were a
young white couple, one of whom had clearly been egging the other on,
knowing his liking for Indian lads.

"Hi!" Sharif called out to them as they circled around Alim wide-eyed,
sniggering excitedly, finding it hard to believe what they were seeing.

"He's fucking gorgeous!" one commented to the other.

 "He's not got a hair on him!" commented his mate.

"That's why his cock looks so huge - he seems to like being shown off!"

"Okay if I touch him?" the other asked Sharif, making a move to touch
Alim's arse.

"Only if you're interested in fucking him," the youngster replied.

"You have to do it here and it's only for ten minutes at a time," he
explained, adding when they seemed interested, "Safe sex only. We can
supply condoms and lube."

As they'd left the gay club, Sharif had filled his pockets with them!

"Can two of us fuck him at the same time?" they asked.

"Yep, no problem!" Sharif replied with a grin.

"How much you asking?"

"How much you offering?" Sharif responded, not wanting to underestimate the
starting price.

As the pair turned away to consult each other on the size of their opening
bid, another guy joined them, followed soon afterwards by another until
they were surrounded by half a dozen guys.

David stood guard, fending off any attempts to touch the naked Indian lad,
explaining the deal on offer and referring any guys who seemed interested
to Sharif to agree terms.

After overhearing the amount the first couple had come up with, one of the
new arrivals offered more and without Sharif having to refuse a single bid
the price was driven upwards.

Soon the men were checking how much cash they had in their wallets and when
the solitary ones discovered they didn't have enough to compete, they began
approaching each other to pair up so they could outbid their rivals.

Anxious to get the show on the road, Sharif finally accepted an offer of
œ40 from a scratch pairing of two more mature white guys and informed
the rest that they would have to wait ten minutes before he would take
further bids.

He quickly trousered the money, handed the successful pair condoms and lube
and reiterated the conditions before motioning David to start the clock.

The growing crowd stood back and watched expectantly as David removed the
placard from around Alim's neck and the duo approached him with shark-like
grins on their faces.  Strangers to each other, they hastily discussed who
would do what, before reaching out to touch the slender lad for the first
time. While one of them immediately gobbled up his cock, the other
approached him from the rear and parted his buttocks so he could lick his
crack with his tongue.

Alim had been lucky, David reflected, he had attracted a couple of white
guys who, at least initially, were more interested in worshipping him than
humiliating him.

Alim stayed with his hands on his head and closed his eyes to block out the
crowd as his two admirers helped themselves to his body. After a week of
celibacy he found it impossible to keep his excitement in check and he
began to moan loudly as he was brought swiftly to the brink of orgasm.

The sight was so compelling that the guys discussing how much cash they
could scrape together to secure the next slot for themselves, set their
negotiations aside in order to watch.  Others pulled out their cocks and
started to wank, whilst yet more guys began emerging from the shadows to
join the ones already in the clearing to get a better view of what was
going on.

But it was not providing Alim with pleasure that was uppermost in the minds
of his two purchasers. Rather that he was their slave, bought and paid for
so that they could do whatever they liked with him, albeit for just ten
minutes. There was no need for negotiations or tenderness - they had to
take what they were after before the opportunity was lost.

As the clock ticked loudly in their ears, the lad found himself toppled
from his pedestal and dragged down to earth with a bump.

The one who had been sucking his cock caught Alim roughly by the back of
his head, prised his tongue into his mouth and began kissing and biting him
passionately on the face and lips.

The one who had been licking his arse, made the lad spread his legs wide
apart and after pulling on a condom thrust his dick into his hole.

"Five minutes left!" David called out, when half their time had elapsed.

Determined to ensure he reached orgasm before their time ran out, the guy
who'd been kissing him pushed Alim's head down to his groin and thrust his
hard dick between his lips for him to suck.

As David had suspected, intent on getting their money's worth, within
minutes the couple had moved on from anything resembling gentle foreplay to
fucking Alim in the most brutal way imaginable.

"Serve him right! It was about time Alim got a taste of his own medicine!"
the teacher told himself, trying to suppress any pity he felt for him.

As the action became more frenzied, the burgeoning crowd grew more rowdy
and moved in closer, urging the couple on to fuck the handsome-faced Indian
lad even more violently.  When some guys also reached out to touch him,
Sharif and David had to intervene to ward them off and maintain a cordon
around the tree stump so that their paying customers could continue Alim's
spit roasting unimpeded.

"Time's up!" David called out above the hubbub once their first two
customers' cries of orgasmic pleasure had faded.

They were not the only ones to cum - some guys had become so excited by
just watching that they had wanked off in tandem. They buttoned up their
pants and took their leave with smiles on their faces while another portion
of the crowd drifted off in search of fresh excitement elsewhere. Yet
despite the lad now being soiled, others were keener than ever to have a go
at fucking Alim themselves.

Soon Sharif was inundated with bids once again and was drawing up a list of
who would get their turn next and how much they would have to pay. Finding
themselves with too little money to afford Alim's services, some guys even
rushed off to the cash till on the high street to withdraw the funds they
need to launch a successful bid!

Suspecting that demand to have sex with the lad would diminish rapidly once
he'd been fucked, in his bag David had brought along baby wipes, a towel
and mouthwash which he now used to clean the lad up so he would be ready to
receive their next customers.

"Now you know what it feels like to be pimped out and fucked by strangers,"
David whispered to him, in an attempt to overcome the more maternal
feelings he felt as he wiped the lad's arse clean with the baby wipes and
dried his handsome face with the towel.

In response Alim just hung his head in shame, allowing David to drape the
"For Sale" sign back around his neck and help him back into position atop
the tree stump.

"What about three of us at once?" a group asked offering an extra tenner
when they found themselves outbid by a rival couple.

"Okay," responded Sharif, snatching the cash from them, "You're next!"

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

After the trio had begun their turn, to their surprise, Neville emerged
from the darkness to say hello.

"This another one of your subs?" he asked Sharif, clearly still in awe of
the youngster.

"Nah, he's a straight kid from the estate I live on who owes me a shed load
of money he can't pay back," Sharif fibbed, keen to maintain his persona as
a tough-guy in the black lad's eyes.

"He'd no idea how he'd raise the cash he owes me in a hurry, so I told him
I did!" he chuckled.

"This tree trunk makes a perfect auction block and cos he's so good
looking, guys have been queuing up to fuck him!"

"Shit!" responded Neville, gobsmacked at Sharif's audacity and stayed
around to watch as Alim's humiliation continued.

Apart from the threesome, in which the third group member was content to
wank off while sucking on Alim's dick, a pattern similar to that set by the
first couple repeated itself over and over again, making Sharif and David a
little disappointed at their punter's lack of imagination. But so long as
the money kept pouring in they were happy enough to allow things to
continue.

When Alim had been fucked over half a dozen times, Sharif and David were of
a mind to call it a day. They had given Alim a taste of what it was like to
be pimped out to all comers and had successfully generated a large amount
of money in a very short period of time. Plus, it was also now well after
midnight.

But, when he spotted the leather master that they had seen in action on
their first visit to the cruising ground approaching them with his wallet
in his hand, Sharif insisted they stay a little longer.

Knowing what he was likely to have in store for Alim would be a damn sight
more humiliating than anything he had suffered so far, Sharif mischievously
offered to sell the lad to him for twenty minutes at a knock down price
compared with what he had charged before.

As they negotiated, Alim stood on the plinth with his hands back on his
head eying the leather clad master uneasily, fearful of what a guy who
chose to dress like this might have in store for him.

Such was the unease the leather guy's presence aroused, that even those
that opted to stay drew back to the shadows, apart from Neville, who
emerged from the gloom and took David aside to have a word with him while
the youngster continued negotiations.

"How come he's your slave?" the leather guy asked Sharif, "What hold you
got over him?"

"He may look innocent enough, but the truth is he's a bully, a blackmailer
and a pimp!" Sharif responded bitterly. "Thought he was so fucking
handsome, clever and charming, that he could get away with anything!"

"But now we've got so much dirt on him that we've got him by the balls, so
he has to do whatever we tell him! So tonight we're teaching him what it's
like to be a slave."

"If you've any tips on training him, I'd love to hear 'em!" he added as an
afterthought.

"Well, well!" the leather guy grinned, clearly flattered that the lad
considered him an expert, pausing thoughtfully before replying.

"Sticks and carrots!" he pronounced as though he were imparting great
wisdom to the youngster, "It's just like training any other animal. You
have to show him who's boss, reward him when he does as he's told and
punish him whenever he steps out of line."

"But first you have to break his spirit."

"Strip him down, then build him up again the way you want him to be."

"Don't let him even breathe without asking your permission to do it first!"

"Take everything away from him, and I mean everything! He's a slave - he
owns nothing - he is nothing - he's your property to do with as you
please!"

"You don't have to stop at taking away his possessions and keeping him
naked and collared like a dog - you can threaten to take his looks away
from him too," he grinned.

"Brand the bugger! Mark him permanently with a whip, tattoo your name on
his arse, get him pierced, cover him in bites, knock him around a bit,
stand on his face, break his nose, mess up his teeth.... They usually do as
they're told when you threaten to do that to 'em!"

"Thanks for the advice. I'll bear it in mind!" Sharif chuckled, backing
away to join his two companions, but now a bit freaked in case the guy
carried out what he'd advocated on Alim.

While he'd talked with the leather guy, Neville had been warning David that
he had seen the leather man doing some pretty brutal things to guys in the
park in the past - far worse than what they had witnessed on their first
visit to the cruising ground.

But before the teacher could pass on his warning to Sharif, money had
already changed hands, and the leather man was stepping forward to claim
his prize.

"You better keep an eye on him!" Neville warned, "I can stick around as
well, if you'd like," he offered.

"Thanks," muttered David grateful for the support, before hastily removing
the sign from around Alim's neck, as the leather man strode toward them to
take possession of his new slave.

"You can forget the clock!" the leather guy spat at him with a look of
disdain as he passed them by.

The trio watched as he proceeded to circle around Alim and inspect his body
at a leisurely pace.

"Handsome devil ain't he!" he grinned, as he ran his hands over Alim's
flanks and slapped them as though he might be patting the rear end of a
horse, "a real pretty boy!"

"Got a cute arse as well," he added, cupping a hand around Alim's buttocks
and giving them a squeeze.

"Down you come!" he added, after wrapping his fist around the lad's now
shrunken cock and balls and tugging him from this dais onto the ground
beside him.

"I've always had a thing for Indian lads," he confided, once they stood
face to face.

Although the pair were equal in height, the leather guy was twice his girth
and muscular with it. His body was also encased in a covering of protective
black leather, while he was not only naked, but had a collar encircling his
neck.

Alim hung his head and swallowed hard as the leather guy slowly tightened
his grip on his genitals as he spoke.

"But you seem to be quite a slut! How many times you been fucked tonight?"

"I asked you a question, boy!" he prompted, when Alim was slow to answer,
giving his genitals a further twist.

"I don't know, Sir!" Alim gasped, "A dozen times maybe..."

The lad hadn't been counting!

"This'll be the last time!" the leather man promised him, nimbly turning
his back on the watching trio and snapping shut a pair of handcuffs around
the lad's wrists.

Before they knew what was happening, Alim was being dragged off into the
shadow of the trees.

Suspecting this might happen, Neville sprinted after them, leaving the
other two to hastily gathered up their bag and equipment before rushing off
in his wake in disarray.

But, once they reached the trees, they had no idea which direction to go
in, so stood by anxiously in the hope that Neville would report back soon
to show them the way.

What had they done!

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

It was a full five minutes before Neville returned and led them to a
secluded part of the cruising ground where he told them the leather man had
deposited Alim.

As they came close, he cautioned them to keep quiet until they were able to
hear the sounds of Alim whimpering.

They crept nearer, following the sounds until they caught a glimpse of the
lad's naked brown body stretched taut, hanging down from the branch of a
tree by his wrists, the cuffs looped over it with a short length of rope.

The lad was struggling to reduce the pressure on his arms by standing on
tiptoe, but despite his obvious discomfort his cock was standing out harder
than ever.

As they watched, the leather man skilfully wound a second rope around
Alim's balls and the base of his cock until only two taut balloons of goose
flesh and his dick's bulging head protruded from its coils, making both
extra sensitive and more rigid - so that the slightest touch made the lad
whimper.

To add to the lad's vulnerability, he attached the rope's end to the ring
on his collar and tied it tight so that when he attempted to straighten
himself out he would constrict the lashings around his genitals.

That done, he pulled a gag from his pocket, forced Alim to take it between
his teeth and fastened it securely behind his head.

Now he had the lad trussed up exactly as he wanted him, the leather man
paused to take his cock from his pants and tug on it while he gloated over
his good fortune. It wasn't every day of the week he picked up such a
delightfully obedient young beauty - for a mere song - and an Indian lad to
boot!

He couldn't help chuckling as he ran his hands over the softness of the
youngster's taut brown flesh and witnessed him shudder as he realised the
extent of his helplessness.

Playfully he plucked Alim's swollen nipples, then sucked and bit on them
until he made him squirm. Then he tickled him beneath his denuded underarms
with the tips of his fingers to make him dance.

The tree creaked, as the lad's tethered body swung around out of his
control, putting even more pressure on his straining arms and aching
calves, convulsing him in pain.

After he eventually steadied himself, the leather guy returned to fondle
him once again. This time, he sinking his fingernails into the lad's
youthful flesh and dragging his hands down the whole length of his torso,
both back and front, until his whole body was raked with scratches.  When
the leather man extracted his belt from the loops of his leather pants and
took aim at the lad's back, it became clear to the watching trio that much
worse was to about to come.

There was a sharp snap as the first blow of the belt made contact with the
unblemished skin of Alim's back.

Although he attempted to cry out, all that could be heard was a nasal groan
of pain as he clenched his teeth around the gag lodged between his jaws.

Another snap quickly followed in a slightly different place.

The trio watched as the leather man slowly worked his way down the length
of Alim's torso until he reached his buttocks, which he began to flay with
even greater venom.

Alim was utterly defenceless, they realised. They just had to intervene.

After glancing at each other, all three stepped forward at once - they
might not be able to stop the leather man from doing what he'd planned,
especially as they had made him pay for the privilege, but knowing they
were there watching him, might at least put a brake on the extent of the
lad's suffering.

"Oi!" Neville shouted, "leave off him! Yer know he don't like it!"

"Mind your own business! Or you'll be next!" he warned, giving the skinny
black youngster a leer.

"We never said you could tie him up..."  David challenged.

"Or whip him!" added Sharif.

"Fuck off!"he told them, continuing to lash Alim's backside with even
greater ferocity.

"You were the ones hung the 'For Sale' sign round his neck! You've had your
money. Now I can do whatever I like with him!"

"But only for twenty minutes," Sharif protested, " and your time's nearly
up!"

"Piss off!" he told them, but clearly reluctant to ruin his evening by
having to fight off all three of them at once, he held off belting Alim
anymore.

Instead, he focussed on the lad's tethered genitals, pulling on the rope
attached to them to make Alim dance once more and then playfully targeting
his trussed up manhood with the tip of the leather belt.

"Now I'm going to fuck you!" the leather man whispered in Alim's ear,
holding him steady once he'd had his fun.

To the watching trio's surprise, he paused to stretch a condom over his
dick, to deny them any pretext to intervene, before forcibly spreading
Alim's legs apart and sliding his bulging member into the tethered lad's
hole.

He grasped the youngster's slender body firmly by the hips and thrust his
cock rapidly in and out of him. As his excitement grew, he ran his hands up
and down Alim's helpless body, enveloping him completely as he pursued his
orgasm at the speed of an accelerating steam engine.

"I have to admit that was quite something!" the man sighed to Alim's
watching minders, suddenly a lot more conciliatorily after he'd cum.

He peeled off the spunk laden condom, pulled up his leather pants and
mercifully cut the rope above Alim's head with a penknife. He allowed David
to remove the gag, while he unlocked the handcuffs and so brought the lad's
ordeal to a speedy conclusion.

"If you're in need of any more money, I wouldn't mind fucking your slave
again sometime!"  he added to Sharif, stroking Alim on the head as he
departed with his equipment in hand.

"I'm afraid that won't be possible!" Sharif responded, aware they had
overstepped their bounds and that this was likely to be Alim's final public
appearance in his role as their slave.