Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 12:12:09 +1300
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation - Chapters 6-8

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Synopsis

Newly qualified teacher, David Smith, moves to London from the provinces to
find a job and comes into contact with large numbers of youngsters from the
Indian sub-continent for the first time.

He finds himself completely entranced by their good looks and is surprised
by the adulation his own pale skinned, fair-haired, choirboy appearance
generates among many of the Indian youngsters.

David knows he is gay, but was fearful of the consequences of coming out
whilst pursuing his studies and living at home with his parents, so he
remained firmly in the closet.

After he has landed himself a permanent job and found himself somewhere to
live, the opportunity arises for David to explore his long-suppressed
desires through the intervention of Alim, a sexually precocious,
street-wise 18 year old Indian lad.

Alim and his Indian mates set about providing David with a crash course in
gay sex education and soon have him completely in their power.

But the problem for David is not just the illegality of being drawn into
sex with one of the school's pupils but with the Indian lad's liking for
public humiliation - which threatens to bring the teacher's career to an
end before it even begins.


6. David's Nightmare

When he entered the Year 9 class to provide language support there was
Fakir sitting at the back of the class in the midst of his Asian mates -
the same ones who had surrounded him in the playground when he had first
boasted of the plot to rape him.

He thought this was a little odd as the lad was not normally in this
particular class!  Nevertheless, when the boy put up his hand to attract
his attention he dutifully went over to him and sat down in the seat that
had been freed up beside him.

Fakir looked up at the teacher, his face a picture of innocence, as he
posed his question in a manner that suggested the words had been
rehearsed. But as soon as he began to answer his query the boy's expression
quickly changed to a mischievous grin as he slid his hand beneath the
desktop and nestled it in between his thighs.

Following their photographic session, he had obeyed the Indian lads'
instructions not to wear underwear at school despite the additional
embarrassment it would create should he ever get an erection in class. So
it didn't take long for the youngster to locate his cock and despite his
fears at it being observed, even less time for him to get erect! But unlike
the other Indian lads who had teased him like this in the past, Fakir
didn't stop at playfully touching his genitals through his trousers.

Underneath the nose of the class teacher, who thankfully seemed completely
oblivious to what was going on at the back of the room, the youngster had
the effrontery to tug down the zip of his flies and pull his cock out into
the open!

Astounded by the lad's audacity, he swallowed hard and did his best to
pretend nothing was amiss, but could not prevent his face from turning
beetroot red or his cock from rising. He'd not been prepared for this! What
should he do now?

Fakir continued to smile sweetly at him whist beneath the desk he tightened
his slender fingers around his stiffening shaft and began slowly tugging it
up and down.

Paralysed by indecision, he let the lad continue, but realised he needed to
think quickly to maintain the facade that normal teacher-pupils relations
continued as normal.

By now he had dealt with the boy's query, but it was clear that Fakir had
no intention of letting him move out of the seat next to him to help anyone
else. With his cock out of his pants and fully erect it was already too
late for him to do so in any case!

So when other kids began waving their arms at him to signal they needed his
assistance, in desperation he began explaining something the boy hadn't
asked him about to fill in the silence and convince the others that he was
still busy.

Fakir played his part in the charade by nodding his head and occasionally
muttering a contemptuous "yes sir" but beneath the desk he began upping the
pace at which he was sliding his fist up and down the teacher's cock.

He felt his voice begin to waver as what in other circumstances would have
been pleasurable sensations began radiating outwards from his dick. As the
feelings began to get the better of him, he glanced around nervously to
check if anyone had noticed the change in his demeanour but strangely no
one seemed to think anything was amiss.

Everyone except for Fakir, whose insolent brown eyes never parted from his
flushed face as he revelled in the power he had over him and engineered his
public humiliation.

He watched him intently as though observing the results of some experiment
he was conducting as he involuntarily gasped for breath, swallowed hard to
attempt to suppress his excitement or paused what he was saying to lick his
parched lips.

When he felt someone tugging at his shoelaces beneath the desk he realised
with horror that his already precarious situation was about to become a
whole lot worse!

A surreptitious downward glance told him that two of Fakir's chums had
crept unnoticed beneath the desks at either side of him and were busy
removing his shoes!

Maybe he could have got away with Fakir quietly forcing him to cum at the
back of the class but it seemed that he and his mates were set on something
much more humiliating than that!

His heart pounded as Fakir interrupted his monologue to assure him in a
quiet but confident voice, "Told you we were going to rape you Mr Smith!"

When he next glanced down at his feet he found that not only his shoes were
missing but his socks a well.

Okay, he was now barefoot, but there was still a chance no one would
notice.

Meanwhile Fakir kept relentlessly pulling on his dick, relishing the sight
of him gasping and squirming involuntarily as he brought him closer and
closer to orgasm.

The next time he looked down his trousers had disappeared and an excited
couple of Indian lads were making off with them beneath the desks. This was
ridiculous! How on earth did Fakir think he could possibly get away with
this?

"Don't do this!" he pleaded, finally giving up his pretence of maintaining
normality, but his appeal fell on deaf ears.

Unable to move from his seat without revealing that his lower portions were
naked and his cock erect, his anxiety increased exponentially as he
witnessed his clothes being passed from hand to hand between the desks in
front of him accompanied by excited whispers.

He noticed a pattern emerge as each item was handed on to a new
recipient. First it would produce blank incomprehension as to its
significance, then, when they worked out who it must belong to, excited
giggles, followed by them craning their heads to stare at him, followed by
a look of look of puzzlement when, on the surface at least, things still
seemed much as normal.

While knowledge of his situation had been restricted to Fakir's friends,
the class remained calm, but as word slowly spread beyond them, kids began
ducking their heads beneath their desks or getting out of their seats to
confirm for themselves if the inevitable corollary of them holding Mr
Smith's trousers/belt/socks/shoes in their hands could possibly be true.

For a while Fakir sat smugly beside him with a huge grin on his face
basking in the kudos that humiliating the teacher gave him.

Then to his amazement after bringing him to the very brink of orgasm, the
lad calmly got up from his seat and deftly relocated to an empty desk at
the opposite side of the classroom.

At a nod of his head, Fakir's Indian pals dragged the chair with him still
sitting on it back from the table so he could be seen by everyone.

At that point all hell broke loose.

In disbelief at what they had heard, the kids at the front of the room
began getting up from their seats and rushing to the back of the class to
check things out.

When they discovered that what they had been told was true they could
barely contain their excitement. Some began jumping up and down in fits of
giggles whilst others let out shocked cries or emitted loud expressions of
disgust.

He sat there sweating profusely, now completely naked, as virtually the
whole class gathered around him, at precisely the moment when he had
anticipated his body being filled with pleasure.

He gazed across at Fakir lurking in the background with a big grin on his
face and saw he was motioning to him to carry on wanking.

Past caring about the consequences, he began pulling on his cock as he had
been instructed, closing his eyes to block out the circle of jeering
youngsters surrounding him.

Pandemonium reigned and ironic cheers filled the room as his cock finally
erupted.

Then he woke up, his forehead drenched with sweat, his sheets stained with
cum.

7. Guilty Thoughts

The weekend intervened to give David some respite from the Indian lads'
demands but they were seldom far from his thoughts. With all those
humiliating pictures of him in their possession there was now no escaping
the fact that they had him completely at their mercy.

He added an account of their latest encounter to his diary in a
half-hearted attempt to try to protect himself from any future accusations
of impropriety only to spend his evenings wanking over it whilst conjuring
up the lads' faces and imagining them showing off the pics they had taken
of him to their friends.

Out in the corridor with his heart pounding from the imminent danger of
being caught David had pulled frantically on his cock until he had finally
managed to wrench a second spurt of cum from it to the delight of the
sneering cameraman. Back inside the sanctuary of the stockroom the teacher
had been put to work sucking Alim's cock while the teachers from the sweep
had passed by outside completely oblivious.

Fakir had then taken charge of the camera and added pictures of the naked
teacher being spit- roasted by his brother and their beefy companion to
their collection. After that the camera had been passed to Alim who had
made David suck his brother off a second time so he could take more
pictures of him doing it - this time with his name and date of birth
tattooed across his chest!

On his way home David had bought some surgical spirit from a chemist shop
and managed to reduce the prominence of the message written on his front
through repeated rubbing - but despite his efforts the words still remained
visible. It would take days before they disappeared entirely. In the
meantime he'd have to keep himself covered up despite the hot weather and
abandon his usual weekend visit to the local swimming baths. He could
hardly go to a public pool full of kids with "I am a paedo" emblazed on his
chest!

Being branded as a paedophile gave David plenty to think about over the
course of the weekend and prompted him to face up to some uncomfortable
truths about himself. Was he a paedophile as the lads were determined to
label him? He thought not, but he was certainly gay and for reasons he
found hard to fathom he found himself totally infatuated by the Indian
youths surrounding him at the school. Though he had been attracted to
younger boys when he had been one himself as he had grown older his desires
had shifted to older lads and the porn he ogled nightly was of guys in
their late teens and twenties.

It was the Indian youngsters who were drawn to him, wasn't it?  Maybe
because of his youth or looks or perhaps due to the kindness he had shown
them. Maybe it was his dedication to his job and his willingness to go the
extra mile in his efforts to educate them that had enamoured him with them?
Or less positively, maybe it was his weakness and the difficulty he had in
maintaining discipline in class that had marked him out as their victim?

Was it a cultural thing? Were the Indian lads sexually frustrated from a
lack of access to girls or was fucking white boys more acceptable to them
than messing around with their Indian mates? Or was it racial? Did they see
fucking and humiliating white boys who were weaker than themselves as a way
of getting their own back on the white bullies they had to contend with
when they were younger?

But the more he thought about it the more David realised it was far more
likely that it was his own sexual frustration that was responsible for
generating the fix he now found himself in.

For the past six months his world had begun and ended at the school
gates. It was his first time away from home for any length of time and he
was living in a city where he knew next to no one. In addition he had
chosen to isolate himself from everyone who knew him in order to make a
fresh start and as a consequence he had experienced real loneliness for the
first time in his life.

He had kept himself sane by talking on the phone to his parents and friends
from home but conversations were limited to the mundane. He had never
confided in them about his sexual feelings so could certainly not tell them
anything about his current predicament.

Although his head of department and colleagues were supportive, he had met
no one he would yet regard as a friend at the school and in any case he
found himself spending 90% of his time in the company of his pupils.

During term time the job was so demanding that he spent most of his
evenings preparing lessons or marking books as covering for illness amongst
his stressed-out colleagues regularly robbed him of any preparation time
within the school day. So perhaps it was not surprising that his sexual
fantasies should focus on the handsome lads surrounding him every day.

Although he had been careful to avoid any overt cruising, he had found it
difficult to hide his fascination with the Indian lads' tanned bodies, jet
black hair and big brown eyes. His over- eagerness to help them may also
have betrayed his sexual interest in them and the lack of any reprimand of
their playful touches and mischievous games have signalled his openness to
their sexual advances.

The more he thought about it the more convinced David became of his own
culpability. He realised that however unscrupulous the lads had been, any
attempt to lay the blame completely at their door would not wash.

They may have taken the initiative but he was the adult and he should not
have permitted things to get so out of hand. On Friday he had been only a
hair's breadth from discovery and if the lads continued to be so reckless
then it was only a matter of time before his shame became public
knowledge. He realised that the sensible thing to do was to end things
immediately and confess to the authorities.

And yet he could not bring himself to do it.

Although wracked with guilt at what he had allowed to happen and aware of
the risks he was taking by allowing it continue, the truth was that he had
loved what the lads had done to him.  They had not only provided him with
release after years of sexual frustration but had unearthed a desire for
sexual domination and humiliation that he had only been vaguely aware that
he possessed. Being in their power thrilled him to the core!

He was in the wrong, he knew, but rather than own up to his mistake to his
colleagues he decided it should be the lads who decided his fate. After
all, if he confessed he would land them in trouble as well as himself. No,
he would assuage his guilt by letting them punish him for his misdemeanours
in whatever way they wanted and would dedicate his life to pleasing the
young men he found so beautiful and alluring.

* * * * * * * *

On Monday morning, apart from his lack of underwear, David's school life
resumed much as normal. He came across none of his three tormentors but
thought he spotted the fleet-footed accomplice from their first encounter
skulking away when he spotted him in the distance across the playground
while doing yard duty. He presumed he constituted a fourth member of the
gang and wondered why he was yet to claim his share of the spoils.

When there was no sign of the Indian lads the following day either, David
began to worry that maybe his body had disappointed them or his proficiency
at sucking their dicks fallen short of what they'd expected. Once they had
succeeded in fucking him and had all those humiliating pics of him in their
possession perhaps they no longer wanted anything to do with him sexually
and the next he would hear from them would be a blackmail note demanding
money?

But they had certainly given no indication of that they were done with him
sexually, on the contrary they had given him every impression that they
intended to have him service them again pretty soon! Given the ease with
which they had parted him from his money David had felt sure they would be
back for more of that pretty promptly too - indeed it had been one of his
biggest worries that given his limited income and large outgoings he
wouldn't be able to keep the lads satisfied for long.

On the positive side he had not noticed any change in attitude towards him
by any of his students so it looked as though the Indian lads had not
boasted about what had happened to their classmates or circulated the
pictures they had taken of him to anyone within the school.

It had involved gay sex after all, he reasoned, something they wouldn't
necessarily want their friends to know about! But if they were the horny
straight lads (or even gay lads) he thought they were, having found an
outlet for satisfying their sexual urges he would have expected them to
have come back for more pretty promptly... so he remained mystified.

8. By the balls

Then early on Wednesday morning the mystery was solved. David was busy
unloading bags of exercise books from his cycle in the windowless staff
bike shed when the door suddenly slammed shut behind him. He looked up and
was startled to discover Alim towering above him in the gloom.

"We got told off on Friday thanks to you!" the lad complained, not
bothering with any small talk. "The Head caught us sneaking out of school
and wanted to know what we'd been up to!"

He paused to raise the teacher's anxiety before letting him know the
outcome of the encounter.

"Lucky for you we didn't tell him the truth! Or hand over the camera with
all the pics we took of you on it!" he grinned, "But he warned us that if
he caught us hanging around the building after hours again we'd be
suspended!"

So that was the explanation why he'd heard nothing from them since last
week!

David could barely contain his elation - the lads did want to see him again
after all! And what was more, even when the opportunity to blow the whistle
on him had arisen they had kept his transgressions to themselves. In his
relief he couldn't prevent himself from smiling nor his cock from
stiffening expectantly.

"That doesn't mean you're off the hook paedo - so you can wipe that stupid
grin off your face!" Alim threatened, put out by the teacher's seeming lack
of remorse at landing them in trouble.

David hung his head apologetically but his excitement grew at being put in
his place by the precocious youngster. He let his gaze fall to Aim's feet
and as he talked he used the opportunity to take note of every detail of
the lad's appearance to furnish his fantasies, overjoyed to be in such
close proximity to him once again.

"It just means you'll be sucking our cocks somewhere else from now
on. Starting off with meeting us here after school today - and don't you
dare keep us waiting!"

"Don't worry. I'll be here!" David replied breathlessly.

With the teacher's agreement obtained so readily the Indian lad visibly
relaxed. He slid his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a mobile
phone, "Thought you might find these interesting," he sniggered,
positioning himself at David's side and holding the phone beneath his face.

David looked on fascinated as the pics they had taken of him during their
stockroom encounter flashed across the screen one by one, witnessing him
denude himself at breakneck speed and then go on to humiliate himself even
further. There was no doubt about it, if these ever got out his career in
teaching was over!

"I've got copies by the way," Alim added casually, "so there's no point you
trying to grab the phone off me." He carried on scrolling through the pics,
pausing occasionally at particularly humiliating ones and adding comments
designed to make the teacher squirm.

"That's a good one of you sucking Fakir's dick don't you think, paedo?" he
added before closing the app down to make sure David realised just how much
power they now held over him. But this was something the teacher already
understood very well!

Noticing the pace of the teacher's breathing had increased, Alim reached
down to feel up the front of his trousers.

"You're hard!" he exclaimed when he felt the bulge tenting out David's
crotch. "Guess you just love getting fucked by a bunch of fit Indian lads!"
he added, clearly registering for the first time that the teacher actually
liked what they were doing to him!

With a snigger, he coolly unzipped David's fly and yanked his swollen dick
out into the open.

"Not wearing any pants today..." he sniggered, "Just like we told
you... It's nice to come across a teacher who knows how to do as he's
told..."

"Guess you'd like a copy of the pics we took of you to wank over..." he
added, giving his cock a couple of slaps, making it stand up harder than
ever.

 "Yes! Please..." David replied, the lad had an uncanny ability to read his
mind!

"In that case you best get out your wallet!" Alim replied with a
grin. "Raunchy pics like these don't come cheap!"

The teacher dug his hand into his trouser pocket and opened up his wallet
without a quibble.

"I'll take that as a deposit," Alim quipped, immediately relieving him of
the one note it contained. "You got something I can put them on?"

"I've a memory stick in my bag..." he volunteered.

"Okay, find it! Meanwhile I'm going to add you to my contacts..."

Turning his attention back to his phone the lad added a new entry for David
entitled "Paedo".

"What number Chalfont Road was it?" he asked, and when David responded
demanded to know the postcode, his mobile number and email address.

Despite this extending the power the lads held over him beyond the confines
of the school, the teacher was so desperate to have a copy of the pics that
he eagerly provided him with the information. He also handed over the
memory stick he normally reserved for school work after finally locating it
in the bottom of his bag.

"Excellent!" Alim chuckled, sliding his phone and the stick into his
pocket. "Keep an eye out for messages from us. From now on you'll be
getting our instructions by text."

In no hurry to leave, Alim turned his attention back to the teacher's
groin. He gave David's still erect cock a couple of playful slaps and then
reached below it to encase his scrotum in the palm of his hand.

"We have you by the balls Mr Smith," he grinned while slowly tightening his
grip around his testicles. "We can do whatever we like with you now - so
you better get used to doing as you're told!"

"I'll do whatever you want!" promised David wincing from the pain but
making no move to protect himself.

"You will, will you!" Alim mused, "In that case paedo, you can get down on
your knees and suck my dick right now!"

Despite the risk that one of his colleagues might enter the shed at any
moment, David fell to his knees the instant the Indian lad released his
balls and buried his face in his groin.

"Just checking to see if you'd do it!" Alim smirked, ruffling the teacher's
hair as he looked up at him seeking permission to open up his trousers like
a dog pleading for a bone.

"Take your clothes off first!" he added wickedly.

Despite the risk of one of his colleagues disturbing them at any moment,
David obediently unfastened his belt to let his trousers fall to the
floor. He knew the lad was aware of the risk too and that it would be
disaster for both of them if they were found out, but he seemed to get off
on the excitement of humiliating him in public places, under the noses of
the authorities and getting away with it! David was excited by it too and
his cock stood up stiffer than ever.

"Hold it there!" Alim interrupted as though suddenly remembering something,
"Pull up your shirt!"

David did as he was told and stood by as Alim cast a critical gaze over his
body.

"Good the warning's still there..." he commented as David revealed the
writing on his chest, "If a little faded... guess you had a go at rubbing
it off!"

Alim gave the teacher's nipples a contemptuous flick and then began tugging
at the few hairs that adorned the centre of his chest.

"From now on paedo you are going to be as smooth as the little boys you
wank over! By the end of school you will have shaved off your pubes, arse,
chest and underarms."

The sound of a bike skidding to a halt outside left David with little
opportunity to quibble.

"Get dressed quick!" Alim hissed in his ear, "But make sure you're back
here by four...  shaved smooth as a baby!"

While David hastily yanked up his trousers, tucked in his shirt and
attempted to conceal his bloated cock without the aid of underpants, Alim
calmly picked up one of the teacher's bags and made for the exit.

Outside he discovered David's Head of Department anxious to deposit his
bike inside the shed.

Harry Briggs was an overweight man in his fifties who had only recently
taken up cycling as a means of staving off a heart attack. Red faced and
exhausted from his bike ride he was clearly irritated that someone was
blocking his way when he was already late for school.

"Hello sir!" Alim greeted him cheerfully, holding up one of David's
panniers. "I was just helping Mr Smith with his bags!"

"Oh. It's you Alim!" Harry exclaimed in surprise. "As it was unlocked, I
thought there must be someone in there!" he muttered, "Though I didn't
expect it to be you!"

Spotting his cue, David appeared from the shed holding his other bag in
front of him to hide his erection.

"Good morning!" he nodded to his boss.

"Morning David!" Harry replied.

 "I was talking to Alim about getting his brother to do his homework," he
volunteered, realising he needed to provide an explanation for why the two
of them should have any connection.

 "How is the exam revision going Alim?" replied Harry, seemingly accepting
this and changing the subject, "They're only a week away now you know!"

 "Not to worry sir, I've got everything in hand!"

 "You better have!" Harry muttered to himself as he disappeared into the
shed to park his bike in the rack.

"Here you are sir!" said Alim handing over the pannier, maintaining a show
of politeness to the young teacher while his department head was still
within earshot.

"See you later!" he added in a more menacing undertone, before striding
away and leaving David to wait for his boss.

* * * * * * * *

After school ended David hung on in the staffroom attempting to fill the
time before the rendezvous productively by marking some books. But he was
finding it hard to concentrate - a problem he had struggled with all day.

Not only was he excited about what might be happening later but every time
his clothes brushed against his freshly shaved skin he was reminded of the
humiliation the Indian lads had already imposed on him.

Realising he needed a razor, at morning break David had rushed across to
the small grocer's shop across the road and bought a bag of disposable
ones. He'd forgotten that Alim had emptied his wallet so it was by pure
good fortune that he had enough small change to cover the cost!

At lunchtime the teacher had sneaked into the staff toilet with one of the
razors and a pair of school scissors hidden in his pocket. He had sat
bare-arsed on the toilet bowl and watched as the surface of the water below
him had gradually become completely obscured by his body hair.

The little on his chest was disposed of in seconds, his pubes took a bit
longer and that on his balls and the shaft of his cock longer still, as he
took care not to cut himself. He'd gone on to remove the hair coating the
insides of his thighs as well but had stopped well above the knee thinking
the lads wouldn't expect him to shave his legs (though he wouldn't put it
past them).

He'd waited patiently while a colleague had taken a dump in the cubicle
next to him before squatting down on the floor to shave off the hairs
encircling his hole. He had pulled up his trousers and was about to flush
the last testament to his manhood down the toilet when he'd remembered his
armpits.

Three hours later he was still itching from the hairs that had got inside
his clothes. He kept looking up at the clock, and as he saw the 4pm
deadline come and go in his anxiety he began to sweat, which made him feel
more uncomfortable still.

But there was no point in him going to the cycle shed to meet the lads
until all his fellow cyclists had removed their bikes. Although they could
usually be relied upon to be off the mark pretty smartly as soon as school
ended, he had noticed that Harry's cycling gear was still where he had
dumped it that morning and realised that he had yet to leave.

It was four fifteen before Harry finally appeared after attending a meeting
of senior staff which he summarised for David as "a complete waste of
time". The young teacher gave him a nervous smile and explained that he
wouldn't be accompanying him to the shed as he planned to go into town and
leave his bike at school overnight. Apparently convinced, Harry tucked the
bottom of his trousers into his socks, wished him good night and scurried
off.

Despite being on tenterhooks in case the boys got tired of waiting for him
and went home, David made himself hang on for a few more minutes to allow
his colleague time to clear the building. He stowed the books he had been
attempting to mark away in his locker, put on his jacket and made his way
down the stairs and across the yard to the cycle shed. But when he arrived
there was not a soul in sight!

Uncertain what to do next, David went through the motions of unlocking the
door and stepping inside as though he were about to remove his bike for the
journey home. His was the only one left in the rack he noticed thankfully
before the wind banged the door shut behind him and he found himself alone
in the darkness.

Thinking he would give the lads until four-thirty before giving up on them,
he held up his wrist to check the time only to find it was bare. He had
been doing this for days but had not yet got round to buying a replacement
for the watch Alim had "borrowed".  This was partly because not knowing the
time, along with not wearing any underwear, and now not having any body
hair, all provided him with regular reminders of the Indian lads and the
hold they had over him - each one capable of triggering a tremor of fear, a
rush of excitement and the beginnings of an erection!

When the heat inside the shed made his itchy clothes feel even more
uncomfortable, David decided he would anticipate the youngsters' arrival
and remove them. He guessed Alim would have no objection to him doing that!
Plus it would be a way of him making amends for keeping them waiting. If
they didn't show he could always wank-off before setting off home...