Date: Tue, 3 May 2005 04:31:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: deepak salwan <bubbles150285@yahoo.com>
Subject: It Began at the Coffee Shop  -  Chapter One

The following short story is completely fictional with
no resemblence to anything living or dead, anything
common to reality is mere co-incidence.

Please feel free to send me your comments and
suggestions to bubbles150285@yahoo.com

Chapter One

     Karan was a 26 year old, handsome 6ft., wheatish
and well built guy, who looked younger than his age.
He was an academically good student and had excelled
in all his exams. He could have chosen a better
career, everyone said, but he wanted to get into
hospitality, and so he did. He always got what he
aimed for, and this was his aim, and he got it. Karan
did not have many friends. He was a very friendly
person, though. The reason was his sexual inclination
towards men, instead of being towards women.
    Had it been any other country, it would be
tolerated, but in India, it was taboo. Whoever knew
about this, although not directly, but still tried to
avoid him. The fear of being with a gay made all the
men stay a bit far from him, although the ladies did
not have any such problem.
    Karan had had a liking towards men from the very
beginning, maybe the reason being that he had studied
all his life in an all-boys school. But whatever the
reason be, this was the truth, and Karan did not feel
ashamed about it. He was very frank and open about it.
Even his family, who lived in Dubai, knew it. They
tried to sort out this problem in the beginning, but
later gave up and accepted their son as he was.
    Being a handsome and an intelligent hospitality
graduate, Karan did not find getting a good job with
much hassle. He got a steward's job in a very good
luxury hotel in Bombay -- The Holiday Inn. Though the
sexuality stuff was all kept secret carefully, as it
would be a cause of trouble later on.
    He was very talented. He had perfected the skills
of being a polite and a charismatic waiter, though he
tried not to be servile. Although he had submissive
streaks in him, he tried to control them as far as
possible. Another reason for him enjoying his job was
that he got a chance to address handsome young and
middle-aged men as "sir", which really turned him on.
He began his job as a bar-waiter, where there were
lots of handsome, upper-class male customers that
served his personal purpose of getting to address men
as "sir". Later, after about six months, he was
promoted because of his good work and high acclaim
from the guests to a steward, and now, his area of
duty was the highly acclaimed coffee shop of the
hotel.
     He had a real flair for seeing men in uniforms
and was an avid surfer on the net to various sites
showing men in uniform. He liked his uniform as well.
The first one, when he was a waiter, was simple --
black trousers, white tux-shirt, a black bow tie and a
smart black waistcoat with gray vertical lines to add
to the demeanor. The waiter's job was also fun, and
that lead to his good performance as well, which
finally gave him the steward's position and led to a
change in his life.
     He reported at his service area, promptly dressed
in his new uniform, bang on time. He looked even more
sensuous and sexy in a gorgeous uniform outfit, newly
designed by a famous designer. He, being so handsome,
looked more than tempting in a white dinner jacket,
black trouser and the usual wing-collar shirt and
black bow.
     The manager told him that the bar served the very
elite business class of the city, and so, he had to be
extremely polite and courteous to the customers, as
they obviously meant a great deal of business to the
elite hotel.
      Karan, the smart steward knew the tricks very
well and he got ready for the job and wore his smart
white gloves and took a white napkin round his wrist
and stood near one of the tables, as that was assigned
to him as his area.
     Time passed, and for about fifteen minutes no one
came to his area, and then^Å an extremely handsome and
dynamic business executive came in. He was awesome --
electric personality, just like Karan, clear-cut
profile, crisp features, clean shaven face and well
gelled and neatly trimmed hair, tall and fair,
flawless and smooth skin and a really dominating look.
He was wealthy and had a commanding look to go with it
that made him absolutely wow!!
     Karan, with all the politeness and courtesy that
he had been taught while dealing with customers, came
to the handsome "demi-god" looking guy, and greeted
him respectfully, the hour of the day. He handed over
the menu card to the handsome suited gentleman with
his gloved hands, and stood awaiting further orders.
He also poured him in the exquisite crystal, mineral
water. The steward was given the order for some coffee
and refreshment, so he rushed back to complete it.
    On the way back, he noticed that he was so
over-powered by the handsome man that he was sporting
a boner, right in the middle of the restaurant. He
knew that the man he would be serving had the looks
and the charismatic personality that a dominating
master would require.
     Karan, who knew, heart of hearts, that he was
submissive and also a man's man. He felt that this was
the man to whom he would love to submit, purely
because of his style and charismatic looks. He
completed his order and served his "dream-master" as
submissively and stylishly as he could.
      The handsome business executive, whose name was
Raj, had come to the coffee shop as he had a coffee
appointment with someone, who eventually did not turn
up. Although, he wasted the precious time of his, he
was not dissatisfied as that day he did not have any
other appointment till the evening, so he ended up
sitting in the coffee shop for just over two hours,
being served by the same handsome, yet submissive
steward.
      The steward, had already been mesmerized by the
sheer presence of the business executive, and that was
being clearly visible due to the changes in his body.
The business executive noticed that the steward
serving him was servile by his very actions and his
way of serving, and moreover, due to the fact that the
waiter addressed him as "sir", more often than
required. He noticed that and was delighted. He being
a gay, a dominating gay, got an urge to meet this
steward often as it is extremely difficult to get gays
for fun or pleasure easily in India.  He left him a
generous tip and also his cell-phone number written on
a piece of paper, folded discreetly between the tip as
he made out that the waiter was anxious and desperate
for coming closer to him, so he did what he thought
best and then left.
       Karan was happy that he got a generous tip, but
happier when he saw the name and cell number of the
business executive. He knew he had a chance as he had
created an aura of sensuality while serving his
handsome guest. He decided to call him up as soon as
he got off duty that evening. He was gay he knew it.
He was submissive he knew it very well. He wanted
someone to control him, someone he could call
"master", and now he was very close to getting one
such handsome individual as his master.
    He eagerly waited to get off duty, so that he
could have at least a start to this fairy-tale life of
his that he had always imagined -- to be at the feet of
handsome men, as their possession.