Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 16:46:12 +1300
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapters 13 & 14

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Barney

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.

13.  The Birthday Party

"Fuck!" giggled Sharif as soon as he pushed open the door and spotted David
crouching over the bottom of the stairs.

When their mate came to a sudden halt, the rest of the gang collided into
each other like Keystone Cops and the slapstick continued as each tried to
peer over the shoulders of the one in front to find out what had stopped
him in his tracks.

"Fuck!" they echoed in turn as they too caught sight of the blindfolded
teacher displaying himself dressed in nothing but a dog collar with his
arse up in the air!

Needless to say, no one apart from David was in "fancy dress" - unless you
counted the teacher's formal work clothes which for some reason Sharif had
chosen to wear for the party (minus the tie). The rest of the lads wore
jeans, brightly coloured T-shirts and flashy trainers, making them look
both older and smarter than they did in their shabby school uniforms.

Already hyped-up at the thought of what might lie in store for them, the
sight of their host completely humiliated from the outset immediately sent
the lads into a frenzy of excitement.

Fakir pushed his way past Sharif and vaulted over David's back onto the
staircase above his head. From there he grabbed hold of the end of the
leash and attempted to drag the blindfolded teacher up the stairs behind
him like a reluctant dog. When the teacher was slow to follow, Sharif and
Rajesh joined in by slapping him on his bare backside until he scampered
upwards to avoid their blows.

Forgetting in his panic that his bicycle was parked at the top of the
stairs, David collided with it and landed in an undignified heap on the
living room floor. The three excited lads piled in after him in complete
hysterics, eager to take advantage of the teacher's nakedness and
vulnerability in whatever ways they could.

While his mates had fun with David on the floor above, Alim calmly made
sure the door was securely locked and, with a big grin on his face, slowly
mounted the stairs to check out whether the teacher had complied with the
rest of his demands.

When he saw the spread laid out on the kitchen table, along with the
unopened parcels and found the beer in the fridge, his smile widened still
further. "Good boy!" he murmured to himself, pulling open a can of lager
and taking a long draught - tonight was going to be fun!

He tore open the smaller of the two packages, extracted a DVD from it and
examined its cover. This, in addition to the teacher, would be their
entertainment for the evening.


* * * * * * * *

Taking their cue from his "party costume", the boys delighted in treating
David as though he were a dog, stroking him, feeling up the smoothness of
his freshly denuded skin, ruffling up his hair and prising their fingers
into his mouth for him to bite on. He was led around the room on all fours,
told to sit, beg and roll around on his back with his "paws" in the air
displaying his genitals.

The lads soon spotted that the teacher was ticklish and used this to take
advantage of him all the more. Poor David was soon begging for mercy as one
or other of the lads tickled him while the others slapped his dick around,
grabbed hold of his balls or slapped him on the arse.

Bypassing the mayhem in the living room, Alim set about investigating the
rest of the teacher's flat beginning with David's bedroom.

He deposited his beer beside the clock on the bedside table and flopped
down on the bed.  He stretched out enjoying the softness of the mattress
and noticed how sweet the sheets smelt - guessing they must be freshly
laundered. He switched on the reading lamp, checked out the title of the
half read novel that lay open beside it and then gazed around the room.

A battered armchair, a cheap chipboard wardrobe and a chest of drawers were
the only other items of furniture. Taking his beer along with him, Alim got
to his feet to examine their contents and discovered the teacher's
dwindling supply of clothes but nothing much else of interest. When he
glanced back at the bed he guessed there must be a set of drawers beneath
it - the place where the teacher would most likely have hidden anything
away he didn't want them to find! He lifted up the sheet hiding them and
eased open the drawers.  * * * * * * * *

Alim left David's bedroom five minutes later with a smirk on his face and
called in on the bathroom to use the loo. The air was filled with the smell
of damp towels and shower gel, a fragrance he had begun to associate with
the teacher as a result of their previous encounters.  He nonchalantly
examined the toiletries arrayed on the window sill and checked out the
contents of the bathroom cabinet as he pissed into the bowl.

Although it was a bit tatty, the teacher's flat would be a great place to
get away from his parents and have some fun in the run up to him leaving
home for college. He zipped up his pants, traced his steps back to the
kitchen and took another can of lager from the fridge. He put his head
around the living room door and waved it up in the air to gain the
attention of his companions.

"Take a look next door," he announced, "Mr Smith has done us proud!"

Seeing the beer, the older lads broke off from tormenting the teacher and
rushed into the kitchen to find out for themselves. Fakir followed tugging
David behind him at the end of the leash.

"There's coke in the fridge for you!" Alim said to his brother as he walked
past him, taking the leather strap from his hand and bringing the teacher
to a halt by his feet.

With his brother and two companions happily stuffing their faces as though
they hadn't eaten for days, Alim patted David on the head and led him back
into the living room to complete his inspection of his home.

Like most of the flat the walls were painted magnolia and the carpet was
beige but both were marked with stains and grime from wear. There were no
curtains just a couple of blinds set to let in light from above so no one
could see in from the street below.

Although there were film posters on the walls, the large size of the room
and the teacher's lack of possessions gave the place an unlived-in feel. In
its centre a cheap IKEA sofa and a couple of armchairs, their
light-coloured fabric discoloured from wear, were grouped around a
chip-board coffee table. There was a mid-sized TV on a stand with a DVD
player and a satellite TV receiver on the shelf beneath it.

At the far end of the room there was a bookcase, a desk with a lamp on it
and a battered office chair. Piles of school books adorned the top of the
desk and the panniers from the teacher's cycle were tucked beneath it.

Alim took a seat in one of the armchairs, pulled the blindfolded teacher
forward until he was crouching between his thighs and yanked his head up
with the leash. "Put your hands on your head!" he demanded, and while David
complied took a long draught from his second can of beer.

"Well Mr Smith..." he began conversationally, casually rubbing the cold can
against the teacher's nipples until they hardened, "I must say I'm
impressed! You have a very nice place here. It's a bit of a schlep from
where we live but it'll be a lot better fucking you here than at school..."

"You've been a good boy and followed my instructions to the letter... put
on quite a spread!"  he added, setting down his beer and taking the two
pink mounds between his fingertips and tweaking them gently. David let out
a moan of appreciation and his cock stiffened, causing Alim to chuckle at
how easy it was to get the teacher excited.

"In fact you've made us feel so much at home that we're going to be
visiting you regularly from now on! I guess you'll like that won't you Sir
- having a whole pack of Indian lads' cocks to suck and getting fucked
every day of the week?"

David liked the idea very much but knew better than to risk opening his
mouth, so instead he just nodded his head. The lad certainly knew how to
get him turned on!

"There is one thing you did that irked me though..." Alim whispered in a
more menacing tone, slowly tightening his grip around the teacher's nipples
and twisting them. "I was wondering why you'd hidden all that stuff under
the bed?"

David gasped from the sudden pain but also in alarm that yet again Alim had
so easily outmanoeuvred him. Unsure how he was supposed to answer he kept
his mouth shut.

"You still don't get it, do you Mr Smith..." Alim added, yanking the scarf
off David's head so he could look him in the face, "You belong to us now!
We own you!"

The Indian lad paused to let his words hit home and to demonstrate the
extent of the power he held over him casually pressed a finger against the
teacher's lips until he submissively opened up his mouth and began to suck
on it.

"That means we not only get to do whatever we like with this skanky white
body of yours but that everything you own now belongs to us!" He slid a
second finger in alongside the first and with his palm lodged beneath the
teacher's chin pushed his head upwards until his neck would stretch no
more. "You are nothing, you own nothing! You are our slave - so the sooner
you get used to doing as you're told the better! Understand?"

David whimpered contritely and when Alim allowed his head to fall,
attempted to make up for his sins by sucking on the lad's fingers as
passionately as if they were his cock.

"That means, for example, if you happen to have a laptop that we might want
to use," he went on, "you don't password protect it and hide it away in a
drawer... And if someone sends you a fancy cake for your birthday you don't
shove it under the bed so you can scoff it all yourself!"

When he heard these words David realised just how misguided his feeble
attempts to deceive Alim had been and a genuine feeling of shame
overwhelmed him. The handsome lads had liberated him from a life of
frustration and depression and introduced him to pleasures he had never
dreamed existed. He owed them so much! There was nothing that would make
him happier than surrendering himself to Alim completely and devoting
himself to pleasing him.  Overwhelmed by emotion his body began shaking
uncontrollably and as he sucked his eyes started brimming with tears.

Sensing the genuineness of David's remorse, in a rare display of
tenderness, the Indian lad wiped away the moisture from the teacher's
anxious face. Then he shook his head and heaved an exaggerated sigh.

"You're to remove password protection from everything on your laptop and I
want to see any files you have saved anywhere else as well. You are not
allowed to have secrets from us Mr Smith! Make sure you get it done! I'll
be checking next time I visit."

He patted David on the head and then pressed it downwards.

"Now get down on the floor like a good little doggy and kiss my feet!"

Grateful to be forgiven, David eagerly did as he was bid, embracing the
lad's trainers in his arms and kissing their tops repeatedly to demonstrate
his contrition.

"Lie flat on the floor and start humping the carpet while you do it!" Alim
then demanded, "I want to see you squirm!"

With his cock positioned beneath his belly David began gently rubbing its
underside against the floor while continuing to kiss the gang leader's
shoes. As his buttocks rose and fell his shaft grew harder and each new
thrust sent a ripple of pleasure reverberating through his body.

Curious as to what was going on in the room next door, the other gang
members drifted back with drinks and plates piled high with food and took
up the empty seats surrounding David - chuckling in between mouthfuls as
they witnessed the teacher's degradation reach an all-time low at their
leader's hands.

Only vaguely aware of the growing audience, the teacher was lost in a
fantasy world of his own.

Although the words Alim had spoken had scared him, they had excited him
too. It was almost as though a burden had been lifted from his
shoulders. In future he would have no privacy, no possessions, no
responsibilities; his life would be completely devoted to keeping the
beautiful Indian lads happy. As long as they desired him he was more than
willing to sacrifice all his power and dignity and become their willing
slave and sexual plaything.

Once they gained access to his laptop the lads would find out from his
diary how much he fancied them and the sort of sex that turned him on from
his porn collection. At the thought of the lads having even greater power
over him the teacher's humping became more frenetic and he began to pant as
though he really were a dog.

"I've got to get pictures of this!" Rajesh declared setting his food to one
side and pulling out the camera he had used to photograph the teacher on
their previous meets.

The sight of the other lads sitting with their plates piled high with food
prompted Alim to head off to the kitchen while there was still something
left to eat! He extricated his feet from David's embrace and nodded to
Sharif to take his place. The teacher soon found himself presented with the
double indignity of having to lick what used to be his own shoes!

When Alim returned a few minutes later he found David wriggling on the
floor like a worm with his hands wrapped lovingly around Rajesh's
ankles. His brother meanwhile continued to stroke the teacher in between
swallowing mouthfuls of food as though he were his pet dog, ruffling up his
hair while sliding his other hand wistfully over the smooth curves of his
pale buttocks as they rose up and down from the floor. Sharif looked on
taking the occasional pic with Rajesh's camera.

With a chuckle the gang leader settled back down on the sofa and added to
David's humiliation by putting his feet up on his back. He stretched out
languidly and feasted on the delicious food and drink that the teacher had
so generously provided whilst watching him dine on the dust and grime from
their shoes.

"Carry on humping!" Alim prompted, David having ceased the moment he had
felt the gang leader's feet on his back, "Give teach a whack on the arse if
he stops again bro!"

But David was more than happy to comply with his wishes. The friction was
having the effect that Alim intended, filling his body with pleasurable
sensations and associating them in his mind with the total humiliation
involved in grovelling naked on the floor at their feet.

Now relieved of the blindfold David caught tantalising glimpses of the
handsome Indian lads gathered around him as they watched him ignominiously
hump the floor like an animal. There was nothing he wouldn't do to please
them now - he belonged to them!

The thought inadvertently pushed David over the edge. He had never cum by
rubbing himself against something before so was taken by surprise when he
was no longer able to contain his excitement and shot his load onto the
carpet beneath him.

The lads watched with grins on their faces at the teacher's complete
abasement and then all eyes turned toward Alim to see how he would respond.

"Did I say you could cum?" Akim demanded, after David's orgasmic shudders
finally subsided.

He set his plate of food aside, rose from the sofa and gave the teacher a
kick. "On your back!" he ordered and gave a nod to Sharif to take pics of
David's cum-splattered belly and the puddle of spunk he had left behind him
on the carpet.

"Messy pup!" he chuckled, shaking his head indulgently, "Now you're going
to have to clean it up!" He grabbed hold of David by the ear and directed
his face down into the pool of semen, "Lick it up!" he demanded.

The lads chuckled as a dismayed David got back down on his knees and
tentatively sampled the taste of his own cum. Growing impatient, Alim
pressed his head down into the pool and insisted he lick up every bit and
swallow it down.

Despite him pulling a face as though he were downing a foul tasting
medicine, Alim then scraped what remained from David's smooth shaved belly
and had him lick it from his fingers - while Sharif captured it all on
camera.

* * * * * * * *

"Fakir, go get that parcel off the kitchen table for me." Alim instructed
and then turned his attention back to the teacher. "Hope you enjoyed
yourself," he chortled, adding ominously, "Cos you won't be cumming again
for a very long time!"

"Open it then!" Alim told his brother when he returned with the package and
while Fakir wrested it open he explained to his mystified pals what it
contained.

"It's a cock cage," he expounded as the inner box was revealed. "I found it
on the internet and ordered it using "Sir's" credit card. It's just the
thing for a paedo teacher who can't keep his cock under control in class!"

Fakir emptied the contents of the box onto the coffee table while his
brother checked the illustrations on its outside to work out how the
collection of transparent plastic rings, cock tube and pins was supposed to
fit together.

"This ring goes round the base of his cock and balls," Alim explained
holding up one of the genital rings, "and this one goes around the
front... then his cock goes down this tube... and it all fastens up at the
front with the padlock."

"Shit!" Sharif giggled, clearly never having come across such a thing
before.

"He can still pee but he can't wank! He can't even touch his cock!" Alim
chuckled, "And whenever he gets excited the tube stops him getting hard."

"Fucking ace!" Rajesh chuckled approvingly.

"But the sweetest thing is, once it's padlocked he can't take it off..."
Alim held the two keys aloft with an evil grin on his face, "and we get to
keep the key!"

"So from now on he only gets to cum when we let him!" Sharif whistled,
impressed yet again by his leader's wicked ingenuity.

Like the lads, David had never come across a chastity device before but the
more he heard Alim say about it the less he liked the idea of having to
wear one!

"Let's put it on him!" Rajesh proposed grabbing David by the arm to lever
him onto his back.

The rest of the pack quickly joined in and they soon had the teacher pinned
down to the floor so that Alim could assemble the various bits and pieces
of the device around his cock. With no pubic hairs left to get in the way
it was a pretty straightforward business.

"Don't you dare try to take it off!" Alim warned David after checking that
the shiny new plastic cage was firmly attached. "From now on you only get
to cum when we say you can!  So you better behave yourself or you may never
get to cum ever again!"

Alim motioned the lads to pull David to his feet. "Stand him against the
wall; I want some pics of him wearing it!"

The befuddled teacher stared down forlornly at his imprisoned cock as the
gang melted away from his sides to allow their leader to take the pics.

This was the worst punishment David could imagine. After years of sexual
frustration he'd been seduced by the most beautiful boys in the world only
to have the pleasure he got from them immediately snatched away from him!

Wanking had been his sole source of comfort for so long that he found it
difficult to imagine life without it. Worse still, he wouldn't even be able
to get an erection! He would be virtually castrated, his body available
only to provide the lads with their pleasure whilst he himself was denied
any of his own.

"Put your hands on your head and look into the camera!" Alim demanded.

The teacher reluctantly raised his arms, displaying his shaved armpits
alongside the dog collar encompassing his neck while the leash swung gently
from side to side between his reddened nipples, leading the viewer's gaze
downward to his denuded crotch and caged cock.

"You break it and these pics get sent to your mates up North!" he
threatened.

Alim handed over the camera to Sharif and he and Rajesh took up positions
on either side of the humiliated teacher for their mate to take a trophy
picture of the three of them together.  The contrast between David and the
fully dressed, much taller, Indian lads flanking him emphasized the
teacher's vulnerability all the more while his shaved body and shrunken
penis gave him the appearance of a pre-pubertal boy.

Alim nodded to Rajesh and the two of them left the room while Fakir,
anxious not to be left out, persuaded Sharif to take a picture of him
holding the end of the dog leash with the teacher down on his knees beside
him. That was quickly followed by an even more humiliating one of him
sitting astride the teacher's back...

* * * * * * * *

A few minutes later the two oldest lads returned with the iced birthday
cake David had hidden under his bed which was decorated with "Happy
Birthday David". It had a single lit candle on top of it.

The lads sang an ironic chorus of "Happy birthday to you!" after which the
red-faced 24 year old, still down on his knees, reluctantly blew out the
candle. Rajesh recorded the happy occasion by adding yet more pics to the
catalogue of David's shame.

While the others were busy cutting themselves generous amounts of cake Alim
loaded the DVD into the player and switched on the TV. As the credits
rolled, the lads settled down to watch the movie which the gang leader had
ordered on-line from a gay sex shop using David's personal details.

Less interested in the video than the rest, after demolishing his piece of
cake, Fakir continued to stroke and pet the teacher happily and was allowed
to take charge of leading him around the room from one lad's groin to the
next. Instead of cake, the teacher was to be fed a helping of each of the
lads' cocks in turn.

The porn movie that had captured Alim's imagination was an old French one
by Cadinot (under the pseudonym of name of Tony Dark) which depicted the
sexual adventures of a pale-skinned white guy of around twenty while on
holiday in Morocco. Wherever he went he was pursued by horny Arabic guys
and persuaded to have sex with them in locations ranging from the Turkish
baths to the back of shops in the souk. Every encounter was more passionate
and more violent than the one before as the dark-skinned brown-eyed Arabic
guys revelled in stripping, humiliating and fucking the white boy's arse
mercilessly.

The impact the movie had on the lads was dramatic. All of them became so
horny that they could no longer wait for David to return to suck their cock
and began pulling on them themselves. Half way through the movie, a sex
scene excited Alim so much that he paused the action and had David bend
over in front of the TV set so he could fuck him in tandem with the
on-screen action while he ran it again in slow motion.

Just as excited, the older lads took their cue from their leader and within
the space of ten minutes David had been fucked at one end or the other by
all three.


14.  The Card Game

The combination of the sex and too much to eat and drink rapidly sent the
older lads into contented post-orgasmic slumbers, leaving David at the
mercy of the seemingly inexhaustible Fakir.

Abandoning the movie to run its course, the youngster led the teacher into
the kitchen on the leash, down on all fours, to get him something to
eat. Less confident of David's obedience without his older companions
around, he took the precaution of picking up the discarded scarf en route
and knotted it around the teacher's head.

"Sit!" he commanded after taking a seat beside the kitchen table and
pressed the teacher's rear down to the floor. David meekly squatted down on
his haunches at the youngster's feet.

"Sir must be hungry!" he announced, breaking the corner off a samosa and
holding it up to David's mouth. "Open up!" he demanded, awarding his new
pet a pat on the head when he obediently gobbled it up.

He fed the teacher the rest of the pastry a little at a time and then hit
on the idea of making David eat off the floor. He put a selection of
titbits on a plate, placed it in front of him and pushed his head down
towards it. "Eat!" he demanded.

Realising he was not supposed to use his hands, David did his best to get
the food into his mouth but inevitably ended up smearing his face and
dropping crumbs onto the floor in the attempt. Fakir watched delightedly as
the teacher's frustration mounted.

"Best give you something to wash it down with!" Fakir decided when David
began to splutter and choke after he finally succeeding in getting a large
chunk of food into his mouth.

The lad took an empty bowl from the table and began to fill it with water
at the sink - deciding he would humiliate the teacher yet further by having
him lap it up from the floor!  Then he had an even better idea.

He poured out the water and went to the fridge to get a can of beer. But
before opening it he took out his cock and half-filled the empty bowl with
his piss. He then topped it up with beer from the can and set it down on
the floor, struggling to contain his giggles.

"A drink for you sir!" he announced, directing David's face down to the
bowl.

Blithely unaware of what he was drinking, the teacher began to lap up the
strangely tepid liquid he assumed was beer.

Unable to keep this piece of mischief to himself, Fakir immediately dashed
back into the living room and dragged his brother and his mates back with
him to witness what he had done.

At first the others thought the joke was just having David drink from a
bowl like a dog but when Fakir mimed that what the teacher was drinking was
his piss they burst out into howls of laughter.

"Let me top that up for you "Sir" volunteered Rajesh once he'd caught on.

He took the bowl from under the teacher's nose pulled his cock out of his
pants, and filled it to the brim with piss while the other lads backed away
creased up with laughter.

This time however, David had guessed something was amiss and was not so
easily fooled - when the bowl was set down in front of him he took one
sniff and backed away from it.

"Drink it!" Rajesh demanded and pressed the teacher's face down into the
liquid while the other lads chuckled and squirmed.

In the scuffle that ensued the teacher inevitably came off worse and the
contents of the bowl were upset all over the floor.

"Ungrateful bastard!" Rajesh complained, ripping the scarf from David's
head and throwing it down into the pool of urine. "Now clean up the mess!"
he demanded, giving the teacher a kick up the backside.

While David mopped up the floor with his scarf, the older lads helped
themselves to another round of beers from the fridge. Once he'd cleaned up
the mess Fakir led the teacher off to the bathroom where he ran a bath to
clean him up.

* * * * * * * *

"Fancy a game of Blackjack?" Rajesh asked his mates, taking a pack of cards
from his pocket and flashing his companions the grin of a card shark.

"What'll be the stakes?" enquired Sharif nervously.

"Sir's stuff," volunteered Alim, "We play to see who gets what - one thing
at a time."

"Cool!" responded Sharif, relieved he wouldn't have to put up a stake.

"We each get turns choosing what we play for and the winner gets to keep it
afterwards," added Alim who had clearly thought it out in advance.

The lads moved what was left of the food to one end of the table, pulled up
chairs around the cleared surface and set their beer cans down beside them
as though they were piles of casino chips.

"I'll be the dealer, unless anyone objects?" volunteered Rajesh glancing at
each of his companions for their approval.

"Fine by me," Alim confirmed. Sharif nodded his agreement and the big lad
placed the pack in front of him to cut.

 "Don't pick them up until we agree the stake!" Rajesh cautioned when
Sharif made a move to do so before he'd dealt them two cards each.

"What shall we start off with then?" asked Sharif.

"What about Sir's bike?" proposed Alim with a grin.

"Good one!" Rajesh chuckled approvingly! "Make the paedo get the bus to
school!"

"Wow! You're not messing around!" whistled Sharif, "You going to take
everything off him?"

"Whatever he's got that worth having!" retorted Alim adding with a chuckle,
"Don't forget you've already got the shirt off his back!"

They were just about to start the game when Fakir re-entered the kitchen
trailing a damp and dishevelled but sweeter smelling David behind him at
the end of the leash.

"Can't I play?" he demanded of his brother the moment he saw the cards.

Alim sighed, "Deal him a hand!" he conceded and Rajesh placed two more
cards face down on the table in front of Fakir.

"What we playing for?" his brother then enquired.

"You'll find out soon enough!" replied Alim, "Shove Sir under the table so
he can suck our cocks while we play!"

"Starting with mine!" grinned the ever horny Rajesh, unzipping his pants
and pulling out his dick.

"Here boy!" he added waving it around until the teacher made his way
beneath the table and took it into his mouth.

"That's a good little cock sucker!" he smirked sandwiching David's head
between his thighs before turning his attention back to the game.

"First game - stake: one mountain bike!" he announced formally.

Submerged below the table with a fast-growing cock in his mouth, the
teacher overheard what had been said and realised with a jolt that Alim had
been serious. The lads were going to help themselves to his possessions
while he was reduced to an animal, kept naked and collared, to be used and
abused for their amusement.

As these thoughts crossed David's mind he received an unexpected twinge of
pain from his groin. The prospect of such abject humiliation had made his
cock swell only for it to be immediately kept in check by its new plastic
cage. He realised in horror that despite his willingness to meet the
demands of his handsome Indian masters and his eagerness to embrace his
fate, the sexual pleasure he would have derived from such an abject
submission would now be denied him!

* * * * * * * *

Meanwhile above his head the serious business of determining who should
have what of his former belongings was in the process of being decided.

Rajesh revealed one of his cards - a jack - and turned to his left to ask
Alim if he wanted one from the top of the pack. When he declined he asked
Sharif the same question.

The lad deliberated before finally saying "Okay," and was dealt a
nine. "Bust!" he cursed and threw his hand down in disgust.

Fakir had a huge grin on his face and could barely wait to set his cards
down in front on him - to reveal an ace and a king - provoking his brother
to throw down his own hand in disgust.

The dealer turned over his second card - a seven - and declared Fakir the
winner without even bothering to draw another.

"Congratulations bro' you've won yourself Sir's bike!" Alim announced.

"No shit!" Fakir exclaimed gobsmacked. The other lads laughed.

"Can I ride home on it?" he asked his brother.

"You best leave it here until we work out what to tell mum or she'll get
suspicious!" Alim advised. "But you can take a ride on it now if you want,
while we finish off the game."

Fakir sped from the table eager to try out his new possession on the
streets outside.

"Your choice of stake next" declared Alim turning to Sharif.

"Sir's mobile phone," he proposed.

"No not that! We need him to keep it so we can send him instructions,"
replied Alim.

"In that case hold on while I take a look round next door to see what he's
got." pleaded Sharif.

"Okay, but hurry up!" warned Rajesh.

As soon as he stepped out into the hallway Sahrif found himself purloined
to help Fakir wrestle David's bike down the stairs. On his return he took a
quick look around the living room until he found something that took his
fancy.

"He's got a smart set of headphones..." Sharif began when he returned
placing the ones he had found beside the TV on the table still in their
box.

"Agreed!" chorused the other two impatient to get on with the game, having
spent the last five minutes discussing what else of the teacher's
belongings they could share out between themselves whilst knocking back
more beer.

"Second game - stake: one set of headphones!" announced Rajesh and quickly
dealt out the cards, revealing a nine as one of his own. This time Sharif
was asked first if he wanted another card.

Stuck with a jack and a seven he felt he had little alternative but to take
one - only to be dealt a six and find himself eliminated once
again. Witnessing his disappointment Alim was more cautious and stuck with
what he already had only to have Rajesh turn over a ten and win the game
with a score of just 18.

"Looks like I won myself some flash new headphones!" the dealer commented
dryly, collecting in the cards and placing them at the bottom of the
pack. "What we playing for next? Alim it's your choice..."

"I propose Sir's laptop," Alim put forward.

"Has he got one?" queried Sharif who hadn't spotted one on his tour of the
flat.

"Yeh, I found it stashed under the bed along with the birthday cake. You
can see it if you like."

"No need," conceded Sharif, "I'll only be interested if I win it!"

"Third game - stake: one laptop!" Rajesh announced and dealt out the cards,
this time revealing a three as one of his own.

Now it was Alim's turn to smile as he found himself holding two
kings. Sharif had a couple of nines which this time he decided to stick
with.

The two lads lay down their cards and while Sharif cursed his luck Rajesh
turned over his other card - it was a two. To see if he could beat Alim's
twenty he carried on dealing himself more cards - a four was followed by a
queen but then by a five which pushed him over the top and meant the laptop
went to Alim.

"Hold on a minute," Alim queried as the cards were gathered up by Rajesh,
"shouldn't the winner be getting his cock sucked by teach as well?"

The big lad smiled back at him, "Wondered when anyone would notice!" he
chuckled.

Whilst pre-occupied with dealing, Rajesh had been content to leave the
teacher to his own devices so long as he continued to provide him with
pleasure and without thinking had even awarded him the occasional pat on
the head by way of approval.

Beneath the table David had been struggling to come to terms with wearing
the cock cage.  The more excited he became about being treated like a dog
and at sucking the big lad's cock, the more the cage bit into his swelling
shaft. The device was training him to suck solely to please the other party
- as whenever his thoughts wandered to contemplate the extent of his own
debasement he was instantly punished by pain.

As he continued sucking Rajesh's cock nonetheless, it slowly dawned on him
that he had allowed himself to be emasculated by a gang of school kids who
had not only stripped him of his clothes, removed his body hair and
appropriated his possessions but had now also stolen from him the daily
pleasure that every other red-blooded male in the world took for granted!
Whether he got to experience an orgasm ever again now rested with them and
he feared they would extract a high price for him to obtain the privilege.

Paradoxically as he reflected on the utter humiliation this meant for him
his cock began to swell once more! He was faced with the alternative of
either banishing all sexy thoughts from his head in order to avoid the pain
or carry on as before, allow himself to become aroused and learn to deal
with the pain. He was aware that pain and pleasure were sometimes hard to
distinguish and that masochists supposedly obtained sexual pleasure from
pain - so he began to experiment by alternately indulging and curtailing
his erotic thoughts to see how much pain he was able to bear.

Alim peered beneath the table, caught hold of David by the ear and
re-directed his head from his mate's groin to his own.

"You sly bastard Raj keeping him all to yourself!" he teased him amiably,
as the teacher obligingly wrapped his lips around his shaft and set about
coaxing his flaccid cock back to erection...

"My choice of stake this time," said Rajesh anxious to keep the game
going. "I propose the keys to Sir's cock cage!"

"Nice one!" agreed Alim, "Whoever wins the keys gets to decide if and when
Sir gets to cum!" he chuckled.

"Fine by me!" muttered Sharif unimpressed. It was clear that this was a
stake they had agreed between them in his absence - so not much point
arguing about it.

"Fourth game - stake: the key to Sir's cock cage!" Rajesh announced and
dealt out the cards.

This time when Sharif picked up his cards he couldn't stop himself from
smiling - he had been given an ace and a king! The game inevitably went his
way but he made it clear that he was still far from happy.

"Great! I get to decide when Sir cums - big deal!" he complained, failing
to realise the immense power that this gave him over the young teacher.

Before he handed over the keys, Alim took the ribbon that had adorned
David's birthday cake, threaded it through the key-ring, knotted it and
then draped it around his henchman's neck as though awarding him an Olympic
medal.

"Congratulations! Get him to lick your arse before you let him wank off!"
he chuckled.

"Yeh, and make him do it to you outside the school gates!" added Rajesh
with a smirk.

"The next stake is your choice Sharif!"

"The keys to Sir's flat!" Sharif ventured, his choice clearly inspired by
the previous stake. But again Alim disagreed.

"No - we all get to share this place," the gang leader replied adamantly,
"Sir here's going to get keys made for us so we can come and go as we
please." He patted the kneeling teacher on the head as he continued sucking
his cock and grinned at his mates, "That way we can check up on him, fuck
him and use the place to party whenever we like."

"Sweet!" echoed Rajesh in approval.

"Okay," Sharif conceded sullenly adding defiantly, "Shouldn't Sir be
sucking my cock now - given I won the last game?"

"Fair enough!" conceded Alim withdrawing his glistening cock from David's
mouth and tucking it back into his pants.

"Hurry up and pick the next stake!" Rajesh prompted impatiently as Sharif
eagerly tore open his fly and guided the befuddled teacher's head between
his thighs.

"What about Sir's watch then?" suggested Sharif defiantly, beginning to
suspect that the game had been fixed so that he failed to secure anything
of value belonging to the teacher, "That acceptable to the two of you?"

The gang leader raised an eyebrow at Sharif 's rebellious tone - the booze
was clearly making his underling braver than usual.

There was an awkward pause while Alim considered his response after which
he slid the watch from his wrist, where Sharif had spotted it gleaming
seductively, and laid it down on the table.

"Agreed!" he replied, accompanied by a false grin much to the surprise of
the other two.

"Fifth game - stake: one gold watch!" Rajesh announced to fill the gravid
silence and quickly dealt out the cards.

Sharif's defiance suddenly transformed the game into something much more
serious. All three lads were keen to win such a valuable prize.

Alim was the first to pick up his cards and grimaced - a five and a two.

The dealer hadn't fared much better and had revealed a six.

Sharif meanwhile again had a smile on his face - his luck had turned - he
had been dealt a jack and a king.

While the other two vainly attempted to reach 21 he sat there giggling as
both overshot their target and then claimed the watch as his own.

But his pleasure was to be short lived.

"Next stake - Alim's choice!" announced Rajesh.

"Sir's clothes!" proposed Alim, "On the grounds that if teach's watch can
go back on the table then his clothes can as well!"

"What, all of them?" questioned Rajesh.

"No, just the ones Sharif's wearing!" Alim chuckled, repeating the same
false smile he had flashed at Sharif earlier.

"Fair enough!" Rajesh concurred.

"But what do I go home in if I lose?" Sharif whined.

"If that were a problem for you," Alim assured him whilst eying up the
watch the younger lad had fastened around his wrist, "you could always
trade something you've already won for them with one of us at the end of
the game!"

Sharif fell silent, despite his drunkenness realising that Alim was not
only set on getting the watch back but on humiliating him into the bargain
for daring to challenge him!

"Sixth game - stake: one set of posh clothes as modelled by Sharif!" Rajesh
announced cheerfully. But this time when he dealt the cards the tension in
the room was palpable.

The other two snatched up their cards as soon as they were laid in front of
them while Rajesh turned over a ten.

He turned to a worried looking Sharif who had been dealt a nine and a
three. With the dealer showing a ten he felt he had little choice but to
ask for another card - and was promptly dealt a jack! This time he tried
his best to hide his disappointment until Alim had made his decision on
whether to risk taking another card, but failed miserably.

So despite only holding a total of 17 Alim stuck with the cards he had. The
dealer turned over a five and then dealt himself a queen, so like Sharif
also went bust.

Alim laid his cards down on the table, and when Sharif showed no sign of
doing likewise, caught hold of his underling's wrist and prised his cards
from between his fingers to reveal them.

"I win!" he yelled triumphantly, throwing them face-up on the table.

"Get 'em off!" he demanded with a leer.

When Sharif made no move to comply, the bigger lad grabbed hold of the
front of his shirt and yanked him out of his seat, sending a surprised
David scampering out of the way.

"Game over!" Rajesh proclaimed hastily retrieving his cards from the table
as chairs were knocked over and a brawl broke out.

As Sharif attempted to make an escape Alim got the younger lad in a
headlock. In their struggle the table tilted to one side scattering the
leftover food over the floor.

"I vote we go next door before you two wreck the place!" Rajesh proposed,
joining in the ruck and ushering the two of them out into the hallway.

Although Sharif put up a struggle he and Alim together managed to bundle
him into the lounge.