Date: Mon, 2 May 2016 10:38:44 +0100
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 29

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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
seems to generate amongst them.

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.

29.  Payback Time

Despite it being Sunday, David had woken up early. The new term was due to
start later that week and the teacher was beginning to feel anxious.

Although he knew he would soon adjust to having to head off to school early
each morning and spend every evening doing marking and preparation, the
contrast between the carefree vacations and the relentless demands of
term-time always came as a shock.

This was going to be especially traumatic this term as, true to his word,
Ravi had treated Sharif and himself to a week's holiday while he had stayed
in London to battle Alim and Rajesh on their behalf.

To their delight, the mystery destination had turned out to be a
sun-drenched Greek island and their trip had become something of a
honeymoon - with most days devoted almost entirely to sex! However, they
had occasionally ventured out of their bedroom to enjoy the late summer
sunshine, see the sights, visit the beach and do a little shopping.  Every
evening they had eaten outdoors beneath the stars, devouring the delicious
food provided by the local restaurants and washing it down with a bottle of
Retsina - a habit that invariably led to a further round of drunken sex in
the olive groves on their rambling route back to their lodgings.

Now suffering the hangover, David was in the process of drawing up a list
of all the things he needed to sort out before the new term began. He had
reached item twenty-six and panic was beginning to set in, when he heard
the doorbell ring.

"Damn!" he cursed, clambering down the stairs wondering who it could be
calling so early on a Sunday morning, apprehensive that this might be some
unanticipated comeback for the humiliation Ravi had imposed on Alim.

Despite not seeing Alim or Rajesh for almost three weeks, both he and
Sharif remained anxious they might return at any minute with Fakir in tow
and resume ordering them around again as they had done before.

So David eased the door open on the chain and when he found nobody standing
there, heaved a sigh of relief!

Still curious as to who had rung the bell, he then opened it fully and
peered around outside.  To his surprise he noticed his bicycle was propped
up against the wall at the end of the alley.  He went out to investigate
and when he saw no one was around, opened up the panniers.

Inside them he found not only his cycling gear, but nestling among it, the
gold watch his parents had given him for his 21st birthday, his headphones
and an envelope stuffed with cash - an amount so large he guessed it must
constitute the entirety of Alim and Rajesh's college fund!

Just as he was thinking he ought to drag his bike inside and stow away the
cash without delay, he noticed a movement in the corner of his eye. He
turned to discover a shriven Alim peering at him from the Chalfont Road end
of the alley, from where he'd surreptitiously been watching him examine his
returned possessions.

Unlike in the video, the lad was dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans -
the only visible sign of the ordeal he had been subjected to by Ravi and
Rajesh, the shortness of his hair.  When the lad realised he'd been
spotted, he approached cautiously with his head lowered, more like a
frightened fawn than the stalking tiger David had grown used to having to
contend with.

"I've come to apologise," Alim began hoarsely, as soon as he came within
earshot.

David sniggered. Unsurprisingly he found it hard to believe he was sincere!
This was undoubtedly all Ravi's doing.

"Go away! Now you've given us back what you owe us, we don't want to see
you ever again!"

"But you don't understand!" the lad persisted, "Until I start college at
the end of the month I'm volunteering to be your slave."

"Volunteering my arse!" replied David sceptically, "You're only offering to
do it because Ravi's told you to!"

"You're right, of course," Alim admitted, "and I understand why you'd be
wary of letting me come anywhere near you! But Ravi's adamant I do it."

A few minutes earlier David had not been expecting to see any of his
possessions or money again and had been more than content for Sharif and
himself just to be left alone to get on with their lives. So this offer
from Alim came as complete surprise - one which he wasn't sure if he
welcomed or not.

When he lapsed into silence while he considered how to respond, Alim
continued with his attempts to persuade him to agree.

 "Ravi knows I got away with bossing you and Shar around for months. So he
thinks I'd be getting off lightly if I didn't have to put up with you doing
the same to me."

Ravi was dead right, David realised. Even though he'd now got his
belongings back, along with the cash they had generated for him, Alim's
brief ordeal at the hands of Rajesh was nothing compared with what he and
Sharif had had to suffer week after week!

"What use you make of me is up to you," the Indian lad continued, seemingly
desperate to persuade him to agree, "but Ravi's told me to expect to be
treated the same as me and Rajesh treated you."

 "I'll be at your disposal 24 seven for the next three weeks," he added as
though this might clinch the deal.

"Won't your parents wonder where you are?" queried David.

"I've told my mum and dad I'm going on an induction course, so they won't
be expecting to see me. I'll just need to call them every now and again."

"An "induction course" eh!" David repeated, tickled by the notion.

The idea of providing Alim with a course in humility in the three weeks
prior to him going to college appealed to him strongly, as did the prospect
of having the handsome Indian lad as their sex slave!

"I'll have to discuss this with Sharif and see what he has to say," the
teacher finally responded, despite knowing full well that the opportunity
to obtain revenge on Alim would appeal even more strongly to the youngster
than it did to himself, "but he's still asleep."

"In the meantime though," he added, "you can atone for your sins by helping
me get my bike up the stairs!"

"Okay!" Alim readily agreed, clearly relieved that his offer hadn't been
rejected out of hand.

"Careful you don't mark the walls!" the teacher warned, standing to one
side as the tall lad struggled to manoeuvre the heavily loaded bicycle
through the doorway.

He watched, pointedly making no attempt to provide him with any assistance,
as Alim heaved it upwards one step at a time until he reached the top and
had parked it on the landing.

"Down you come!" David demanded as soon as his possessions were secure,
still wary that this might be some kind of ruse, though unable to work out
how it could be.

The lad obediently returned and stood back outside on the doorstep.

David was about to tell him to come back later, after he'd had time to
discuss the matter with Sharif, when it occurred to him he could put their
would-be slave's sincerity to the test immediately.

"Empty your pockets!" he demanded.

To his surprise, Alim didn't so much as blink an eyelid, as though he'd
been expecting this demand. He coolly took his wallet, mobile phone and
house keys from his pockets and handed them over to him, then held out a
handful of small change in his hand.

Despite his pulse racing at the implications of what the lad had just done,
David peered down at his open palm and equally calmly, took away all but a
single two pound coin.

"Now trot off to the shop and get us some milk - two litres semi-skimmed!
And make sure you let me have the change!"

With that he closed the door in Alim's face and rushed upstairs to share
the good news with Sharif.

* * * * * * * * * "Guess who that was at the door," David asked Sharif,
bursting into the bedroom.

"How should I know?" responded the youngster still half asleep.

"Alim! Come to apologise!"

"You've got to be joking!" Sharif replied.

"No, I'm serious! It's Ravi who's made him do it!"

"Don't let him in for god's sake!" he added, sitting bolt upright.

"Don't worry I didn't!" David reassured him.

"I thought the video Ravi sent us would be the last we'd see of Alim and
Rajesh!" the youngster replied, rubbing his eyes.

"I did too," agreed David, "but it looks like he's decided Alim has to make
reparations for all the shit he made us suffer, on top of him getting
fucked by Rajesh on cam!"

"He got him to bring my bike back, all the cycling gear that Fakir took
from me, plus my watch and my headphones!"

"No shit!" commented Sharif, "that's fantastic!"

"But more than that," David added, holding up the envelope and emptying its
contents out onto the bed, "he made them give us all the money they made
out of us!"

"We're rich!"

"Shit!" Sharif responded, raking the notes towards him, "there must be
thousands of pounds here!"

The two of them set about counting the money by arranging the different
denominations into neat £1,000 heaps. It took them a full five minutes
before they finally arrived at the total.

"The total comes to £6,569" Sharif announced after he adding their
respective piles together.  David whistled.

"I had no idea it would add up to so much... You realise most of this money
must have been earned by you, Shar!"

When the doorbell rang again, David was prompted to share his third item of
good news with his partner.

"That'll be Alim," he announced coolly, "I sent him out to buy us some
milk!"

"Why's he still around?" Sharif demanded, clearly alarmed that the cash
they'd just counted might be whisked away again before they'd had the time
to spend it!

"What I didn't tell you," explained David, "is that Ravi wasn't satisfied
with Alim just returning my stuff and giving back all the money we earned
for him. He made him offer to become our slave for the three weeks left
before he starts uni!"

"No shit!" exclaimed Sharif astonished, but also uncertain whether he liked
the idea or not.

"But, if we let him stay here, what's to stop him from turning the tables
on us again?" he asked.

"There's no way things can go back to the way they were before," David
assured him.

"Although Alim's got loads of dirt on us - he's got nothing on Ravi, so he
can't afford to piss him off. Plus Ravi seems to have put the fear of god
in him, one way or another!"

"It was a really smart move on his part to pit Rajesh and Alim against one
another. That way he got Raj to do all his dirty work for him, so he'd done
nothing illegal. Neither one of them can afford to ever let that video
become public, but especially Alim. It's worth its weight in gold!"

"I'm not sure I'd be comfortable being left alone with him while you're out
at work though," Sharif fretted.

"Without Rajesh around to back him up he's not so intimidating," David
reassured him, based on what he'd seen that morning.

"I got him to hand over his mobile, his wallet and his house keys to me
just now and he did it without so much as a murmur!"

"No shit!" Sharif replied, "He gave you his mobile!"

"So don't worry, though I doubt he's genuinely sorry about what he did to
us, Alim's no fool.  If his whole career and future life depends on it,
he's going to put up with a few weeks of misery if that's what he's got to
do in order to safeguard it."

"Which leaves us free to make his life as miserable as possible!" exclaimed
Sharif, suddenly feeling a lot more enthusiastic about the prospect of
getting his own back on the lad who had bullied him for the last 5 years.

"Provided we don't push him too far!" cautioned David, "He'd have every
right to complain to Ravi if we made him do things he never forced us to
do!"

"But that leaves us free to do a hell of a lot to him!" the youngster
chortled.

* * * * * * * * *

Alim knew better than to ring the bell a second time, so waited patiently,
with the milk in one hand and the change he'd received in the other, until
David finally descended the stairs, this time accompanied by a curious
Sharif.

Knowing his fate was still in the balance, he avoided meeting the
youngster's gaze and hung his head submissively.

Eager to test out the lad's obedience to them with something more
challenging than purchasing groceries, no sooner had David taken the milk
from him, than Sharif barked out his first command.

"Before you come in, you're going to have to strip and put this on!" he
demanded, holding up David's dog collar.

Again, this was clearly something Alim had anticipated, so he set about
removing his clothes without protest. He knew from his shopping trip that
there were few people around that early on a Sunday morning to witness his
humiliation, making it much less embarrassing for him than it might
otherwise have been.

But as the tall Indian lad shed more and more of his clothing, instead of
becoming excited, the watching pair found themselves shocked by the amount
of damage his body had sustained at the hands of Rajesh.

Not only was his arse marked with stripes from the cane, his arms, legs,
neck and torso were covered with bruises and his feet, knees and hands were
scarred with cuts still at an early stage of healing. His complete lack of
body hair combined with the slenderness of his limbs and his shrivelled
penis to give him the appearance of a giant pre-pubescent boy.

Despite the bitterness and resentment he felt towards him, Sharif was moved
to pity.  Then he reminded himself how Alim had regularly beaten him whilst
knowing he was already in pain and had routinely made him shave his legs,
as well as his body hair, to rob him of his manhood, and his heart hardened
toward him.

"Remember when my feet were sore and you and Rajesh made them worse by
slapping them with a ruler?"

"Yes," replied Alim impassively.

"Why shouldn't we do the same to your arse now?"

"No reason at all. You're right, I deserve it!" the lad replied
disarmingly.

Determined not to have his enjoyment curtailed by feelings of compassion
for the lad who had never shown any toward him, Sharif took Alim's clothes
from him and left him standing naked on the doorstep.

"Put your hands on your head and close your eyes!" he demanded, mouthing
silently to David the moment the lad complied, "Get the cam!"

"Any chance of a cup of tea?" he added out loud, to disguise the real
reason for his mate's departure.

"Here, take his clothes upstairs with you," he added, handing them over to
the teacher, "He won't be needing 'em again for a while!"

While he awaited David's return, Sharif sat down on the second step of the
staircase, snapping the collar and leash between his hands, while he
enjoyed the sight of the former gang leader stranded outside, naked and
humiliated, while he remained hidden from sight in the doorway.

He had often dreamt of such a moment, but now it had finally arrived, the
youngster realised he needed to decide what form his revenge would take. He
watched the slender Indian lad shivering on the doorstep with a grin on his
face while he considered what his next move should be.

* * * * * * * * *

Above him, David dumped Alim's clothes on the kitchen floor, put the kettle
on to boil and also paused to reflect.

When he had seen the sorry state of the handsome Indian lad's body he had
been appalled.  Despite all he had done to them, the teacher still found
him attractive and hated seeing his distinctive beauty disfigured in this
way.

So, despite all he had suffered at his hands, he vowed there and then that
Alim would receive no beatings from him! Although he was as keen as Sharif
to extract his revenge on the lad, he would do it in far more subtle ways.

Though the desire he felt for the older lad had remained unchanged, when
life as his slave had deteriorated into a grim routine with his financial
exploitation at its core, the excitement he had once derived from Alim's
precocious self-confidence and inventive sexual dominance had rapidly
diminished.

But now he had witnessed his former master rendered as vulnerable and
submissive as he had once been, he found himself excited anew by the power
this gave him over him, just as he had once been by the lads whose pics he
had drooled over on internet porn sites.

Armed with the guidance provided by Ravi, his increased sexual experience
and his knowledge of the things that had excited him in his role as Alim's
slave, he decided he would devise an "induction programme" designed to
train the lad to embrace sexual slavery as his true calling. But he would
not browbeat him into obedience through beatings; he would do it through
rewarding his submission to him with affection and sexual pleasure.

Whether he would be able to persuade Sharif to refrain from using any
further violence against Alim, given all he had suffered at his hands over
the years, was another matter he realised.

Aware that they only had the lad in their power for three short weeks,
David decided he would chronicle Alim's transition from master to willing
slave not just in pictures but also in words, using his diary both to make
plans for him and record their outcome afterwards.  The pics he was about
to take of the lad standing stripped naked outside their door would mark
the start of the process.

He retrieved the cam he had bought at the airport to record the highlights
of their holiday from the lounge, picked up the teas and made his way down
the stairs to re-join his partner.

* * * * * * * * *

When David reached the foot of the stairs, apart from an increase in Alim's
shivers and the further shrinking of his dick as a result of the breeze,
little appeared to have changed.  However, when he handed Sharif the
requested cup of tea, he noticed he had taken his cock out of his
sweatpants and that it was fully hard!

Despite their 5 year friendship, this was the first time the youngster had
been free to examine the older lad's body naked before, so he was making
the most of it!

Like David, he still fancied the lad despite the callous way he had treated
him in the past, and, like him, also found his sudden vulnerability and
submissiveness completely intoxicating.

Despite itching to reach out and touch him, Sharif had waited for David to
return with the cam and had restricted himself to barking out instructions
for Alim to exhibit his body to him in ever more humiliating poses. But he
had become so excited by the lad's compliance that he couldn't resist
pulling on his own dick as he sifted through the multitude of things he
could do to his former tormentor to obtain his revenge.

After exchanging a conspiratorial grin, David down sat beside him on the
step in the warmth of the hallway and the two of them sipped their tea
while they watched Alim continue to shiver on the doorstep.

As they did so it gradually dawned on them both that their ordeal was
finally over.  Suddenly overcome by emotion, the teacher slid a comforting
arm around the youngster and kissed him on the lips, as though to reaffirm
their commitment to each other ahead of taking their revenge on the
devilishly handsome bully that both were once so much enamoured of.  David
switched on the cam and captured the priceless image of the former gang
leader displaying himself naked on their doorstep with his eyes closed and
his hands on his head.

"Start wanking!" Sharif called out. "And stick your finger up your arse
while you do it!"

Resignedly, Alim lowered his hands from his head, slicked up one of the
fingers of his left hand with spittle and with a grimace slowly prised it
between his parted buttocks.

"That a boy! Get that finger in nice and deep" Sharif chortled, tugging on
his own cock as he witnessed the former gang leader degrade himself still
further.

Equally aroused by the sight, David stepped out into the alley so he could
capture his actions from every angle and make the public nature of Alim's
humiliation more explicit for those watching the video.

"Now get yourself hard!" Sharif demanded.

With his finger lodged deep inside his hole, the lad straightened up to
tense his thighs and wrap his fist around his battered cock, displaying his
slender neck and protruding Adam's apple as he raised his head to the sky
and began pulling on it.

Now at the rear of the alley, David took shots of the naked Indian lad
wanking and fingering himself set against the background of the passing
traffic and the occasional pedestrian - thankfully all of whom were far too
preoccupied with their own concerns to notice the raunchy goings on taking
place at the periphery of their vision.

After a couple of minutes, Sharif had Alim return his hands to his head so
he could check on progress and was disappointed to find the lad's cock
still remained limp. He clearly wasn't enjoying this experience as much as
they were!

"I want to see you hard!" the youngster demanded, rising to his feet and
standing just a few inches away from Alim's face.

Determined to test out the bigger lad's compliance to the limit, he reached
forward and gathered up his balls in the palm of his hand and gradually
squeezed them.

When he witnessed Alim swallow hard and prepare himself to receive further
pain, Sharif was finally convinced that this was no ruse - the power they
now held over him was real.

It felt good!

"Try again, slave boy!" demanded Sharif with growing confidence, releasing
his grip on his ball sack and letting it swing back into place; only to
award it a series of playful slaps from below until the lad drew back from
him to attempt to avoid the pain.

Sharif chuckled and selected a different target to torment him with.

Noticing they were standing out as a result of the cold, the youngster then
took hold of Alim's nipples and twisted them between his fingertips until
he began to squirm.

"This time you're going to tweak your tits while you wank!" he added,
curious to discover if this would make any difference to the speed of the
lad's arousal.

"If you still can't get it up, I'm going to put you over my knee and spank
your arse!" the youngster threatened as Alim resumed pulling on his
recalcitrant dick.

Although David was as keen as his mate to parade the lad around sexually
excited, the last thing he wanted was to witness him being brutalised all
over again by Sharif rather than Rajesh. So the next time the youngster
checked and found Alim's cock was still flaccid, David quickly intervened.

"Let me try!" he whispered, disarming his mate by handing the cam over to
him and doing what he had longed to do ever since he had first set eyes on
the handsome Indian lad.

Squaring up to him, David wrapped his arms around Alim's slender torso,
hugged him close and gently slid his hands down over the soft brown skin
encasing his ribcage until they were resting on the silky curves of his
buttocks. Then abruptly, he dug his fingers into their smoothness and
wrenched the lad toward him, clutching a fist-full of flesh in both hands
and slowly rubbing his swollen crotch into the tumescent void of his once
bulging groin.

No longer obliged to avert his gaze, David admired the lad's face at close
quarters as he thrust his cock against him. As their breaths mingled he
planted kisses on his nose and lips regardless of whether they were
welcomed or not.

Taking advantage of Alim in this way was an equally humiliating, but far
more attractive option in David's book, than witnessing him being beaten,
however much he might deserve it, and one which he knew was far more likely
to succeed in getting him erect.

As David feasted on Alim's bare flesh and filled his lungs with his scent a
cacophony of thoughts filled his head: the beauty of his face, the
vulnerability of his slender body, the totality of his submission and,
above all, how the lad now belonged to them. With his lust amplified by
this realisation, he clutched the injured lad so tightly that he felt him
wince with pain.  Realising he was hurting him, the teacher hastily backed
away and instead of embracing him began to examine his battered body inch
by inch, pausing at each bruise and blemish he came across to award it a
gentle caress and a healing kiss before moving on to the next.

As the now sexually experienced teacher skilfully tempered Alim's pain with
pleasure, the lad's cock gradually began to stiffen. When he then enveloped
it in his mouth, it headed upwards like a rising pressure gauge, reaching
horizontal and then vertical. Soon David had the lad moaning and squirming
with pleasure rather than from pain.

Sharif captured every moment on video, entranced by seeing his compatriot
seduced into compliance with his demands by his handsome white boyfriend
without feeling the slightest twinge of jealousy. He knew their desire for
Alim was a shared one, as was their thirst for obtaining their revenge on
him.

Alim was their prize, the handsome lad he had been captivated by all those
years before now belonged to them. For the next three weeks he and his
oversized cock would be their sexual plaything and domestic slave. They
would treat him as though he was their dog and, so long as he complied with
their demands, reward him affection and pleasure. But if he ever stepped
out of line, Sharif would have no qualms about awarding him the punishment
he deserved.  To his satisfaction, once David had succeeded in getting Alim
excited, he pressed his forefinger against his lips.

"Open up!" he demanded.

Reluctantly the lad opened his mouth and allowed David to ease its tip
inside.

"Now suck it!" he added. "You're going to be doing a lot of cock sucking
from now on - so you need to get good at it!"

Alim tightened his lips around his digit and soon the teacher had him
sucking on it as contentedly as a baby.

"Delighted by his compliance, David gradually prised his finger deeper and
then added a second one.

Before long the lad was taking three fingers into his mouth and sucking on
them unreservedly while saliva was dribbling down from his chin.

As his confidence grew, the teacher contemptuously daubed spittle all over
the lad's handsome face and directed his head down to his groin.

"Take my cock out and suck it!" he demanded, "and make sure you keep your
teeth out of the way while you do it!" he added, quoting Alim's own words
and slapping him on the side of the head just as he had done in their first
encounter.

David grinned into the camera and patted the lad on the top of his cropped
head as he squatted down before him and extracted his swollen dick from the
front of his pants.

As the former gang leader obediently took the teacher's cock into his mouth
and ignominiously sucked on it, Sharif circled around to ensure he captured
every second of this dramatic reversal of fortunes.

"Start wanking!" the teacher demanded, prising away the fingers the lad had
wrapped around the base of his cock used to prevent it from entering his
mouth too deeply.

Alim reluctantly eased his battered knees down onto the paving and began
tugging on his cock once more, leaving David free to ram his shaft all the
way to the back of his throat and hold it there - in the way he had done to
himself on their first meet and at every sexual encounter since.

When the lad started to gag, as he had expected he would, David watched in
sadistic satisfaction as he squirmed around on the ground retching.

So turned on was he by the sight that he decided he was now ready to cum.

After giving Alim a moment to recover, he thrust his dick back in his face
and continued where he'd left off - the sooner the lad got used to having a
cock shoved down his throat the better!

To enhance his pleasure further, David placed the lad's flailing hands on
his nipples and demanded he tweak them as he picked up the pace of his
face-fucking in hot pursuit of his orgasm.

Sharif, who had been wanking intermittently while he watched, became so
excited by what David was doing to the former gang leader that he too was
on the verge of orgasm. But merely wanking off or having his cock sucked by
Alim would not be enough to sate the frustration, lust and anger he had
bottled up toward him for so long.

He set the cam down on the doorstep facing the other two and then circled
around to join them at Alim's rear. He slid his hand between the kneeling
lad's thighs, grabbed hold of his balls and dragged his arse upwards until
his hole was aligned with his cock. Using a gob of spit and his own pre-cum
as lubricant, he plunged his rigid shaft deep into Alim's hole in a single
thrust.

Alim's squirms and suppressed squeals only served to excite him all the
more as he began ramming his cock in and out of his hole.

Soon the pair were timing their thrusts to match each other, compressing
Alim's slender body between their thighs and driving their cocks even
deeper inside him, skewering him at both ends at the same time.

As the pair glanced across at each other over the former gang leader's
prostrated back, they briefly relaxed their faces and gave each other a
celebratory grin as their cocks erupted in unison, flooding Alim's mouth
and arse with their seed to mark their ownership.

They were the masters now!

* * * * * * * * *

"Now you're going to cum!" David announced, giving a nod to Sharif to
retrieve the camera and leading Alim by the ear to the very end of the
alley.

"In the gutter, where you belong!" the teacher commented acidly, prising
the lad's battered body downwards until he was lying flat on his back on
the cold, grimy slabs.

"This could be the last chance you get to cum for a very long while!" he
warned, "So make the most of it! Start wanking!"

When Alim again failed to get hard, the pair upped his humiliation still
further by pressing the soiled soles of their shoes down on his slender
limbs and torso and twisting them from side to side as though they were
intent on grinding him into the ground.

When this too had little effect, Sharif placed his foot over Alim's head
and prised it sideways until his face was sandwiched between it and the
paving, while David positioned his foot over the lad's balls and gradually
increased the downward pressure on them.

When Alim still failed to get hard, Sharif decided to provide him with some
additional inspiration. Passing the cam to his companion, he stepped out of
his sweatpants and crouched down over the lad's face.

"Now you're going to lick my arse!" he proclaimed with relish, squatting
down and holding his buttocks apart while David zoomed in.

"Stick out your tongue!" he demanded, wriggling his arse around until he
felt its wet tip brush against his buttocks.

"That a boy!" he added, aligning his crack with the lad's nose and mouth
and pressing downwards so Alim was left with little choice but to sample
the taste and smell of his hole.  "Now slide it in nice and deep and lick
it clean!"

After recording as much as he could of the action in close-up, David drew
back to capture the sight of Alim's struggles as he sought to prise the
youngster's arse from his face so he could catch a breath of air, only for
it to be submerged again by the insistent Sharif the moment he succeeded.

As he did so, he noticed the increase in traffic noise coming from Chalfont
Road and realised there was now a much greater risk that their antics might
be observed by passers-by. They needed to hurry things up!

Recalling how the gang had insisted he wank off a second time out in the
corridor outside the stockroom at school whilst completely naked, knowing
his colleagues might discover him at any moment, and how the gang leader
had made him wank off naked beneath his feet in the lobby of the exam hall
under the invigilator's nose - he decided it was time for him to give Alim
a similar incentive to encourage him to cum more quickly.

"There's a lad at the end of the alley watching us," David whispered to
Sharif, loud enough to ensure Alim would hear him.

"I think it might be Fakir!" he added, "He's Indian, and around his
size... Maybe he's come to get his bike back!"

Aim stirred, indicating he had heard the message and thought this not
unlikely, but with Sharif's arse pressed down hermetically over his face he
was in no position to check out the veracity of what David had said.

"You better hurry up if you don't want your kid brother seeing you licking
my arse Alim!"  Sharif threw in, realising what David was up to and playing
along.  "The sooner you cum, the sooner you get to come inside," the
teacher gloated, echoing the words the lad had once had said to him.

Far more effective than a whack on the balls or a slap on the backside,
David's ploy had the desired effect and Alim was soon wanking away for all
he was worth.

"He's just staring at us... I don't think he can quite believe what he's
seeing!" the teacher added mischievously.

"Maybe it's not Fakir after all..." mused Sharif, "Cos now he's getting his
phone out to take a picture..."

"No, Shar, he's calling someone on it..." David interrupted, taking his
dick from his pants and giving his mate the nod to indicate he wanted him
to get out of the way.

"I guess a whole bunch of his mates will be turning up any minute..."

"We best go inside!" Sharif responded, rising to his feet as soon as he saw
his mate's cock was primed.

The instant Alim's head was uncovered David released his bladder and aimed
a jet of piss directly at the lad's face.

Taken by surprise, the lad instinctively closed his mouth and eyes and
turned his head away, sending urine bouncing off in all directions.

"Keep wanking!" David urged, as Sharif quickly followed his example and
pointed his own cock down at Alim's prone body.

As the lad writhed about on the ground masturbating with his eyes tight
shut, the youngster released a second torrent over him until Alim was
completely drenched in urine from head to toe.  "He's hung up..." David
reported in mock alarm, "Now he's coming towards us holding up his phone!
You'd better hurry up..."

Sharif sniggered as Alim continued to wank even more frantically, until to
the pair's delight, he finally managed to squeeze a trickle of cum from his
reluctant dick.

But it was David, rather than the phantom Indian lad or Fakir, who
jubilantly captured pictures of the former gang leader laying spent and
humiliated in a puddle of their piss with a dribble of cum adorning his
belly.

Before the lad got the chance to wipe the urine from his eyes, the pair
hurried indoors and slammed the door shut behind them.

* * * * * * * * * Once they came down from the high of having fucked Alim
and recorded his humiliation on video, it dawned on David and Sharif
realised they needed to put their heads together and make plans for how
they would make use of the lad's servitude in the 3 weeks to come.

But before they did so they realised they couldn't leave the lad outside
for long.  Given his lack of clothes and them having his keys, mobile and
wallet in their possession, despite what they had done to him, David was
confident Alim wouldn't run away anytime soon. However, they didn't want to
have him spotted by a passer-by and carted off by the police for indecent
exposure before he could commence his duties as their slave!

So, while they deliberated, they decided to pack the lad off to the
supermarket with a long shopping list and a dollop of their newly acquired
cash to stock up with groceries.  After taking a fifty pound note from
their windfall, David descended the stairs with the list and Alim's clothes
in his arms. When he peered outside he found him where they had left him,
cowering at the end of the alley trying to avoid being seen from the road.

Rather than call him by name, he whistled.

Alim turned his head toward him and when he spotted he was carrying his
clothes, swallowed what was left of his pride and approached him with his
head bowed low.

"Sharif agrees it's okay for you to stay with us," the teacher announced,
remaining on the doorstep when he noticed a puddle of urine had formed on
the paving slabs outside the front door.

"Thank you," Alim murmured contritely.

"Your first task will be to clean up this mess!" he added as though he'd
been responsible for it.

He picked through Alim's clothes selected his socks and underpants and
dropped them with distaste into the pool of piss, "So start mopping!"

The lad fell to his knees and used them to soak up the stinking liquid
while David continued speaking.

 "As we're going to have to feed you, your second task will be to go to the
supermarket to buy more groceries. Here's the list and some money," he
added, placing them on the doorstep.

"So put your clothes on," he chuckled, tossing the lad's trainers, jeans
and T-shirt over to him one at a time.

"Hurry up!" he added and stood there watching him with grin on his face as
Alim deliberated whether he was expected to wear his now filthy,
urine-soaked pants and socks or go to the supermarket without them.

* * * * * * * * *

 "What's to stop him robbing us, burning the house down or murdering us in
our beds?" a nervous Sharif asked David as the pair sat in front of his
laptop holding their second cup of tea of the morning in their hands.

"The same thing that got him to volunteer to become our slave in the first
place!" the teacher explained patiently. "The fear of what Ravi might do
with that video of him!"

"What if he's come here to nick it!" cautioned Sharif spotting yet another
danger. "You better make sure you make a copy and hide it somewhere he
won't find it!"

"I've already done that," David assured him. "Don't forget Ravi's got a
copy as well!"

"Shouldn't we lock him up at night while we're asleep just in case?" Sharif
persisted returning to his previous concern.

"Think about it! He didn't lock us up at night did he? Why? Because he had
so much dirt on us he didn't need to!" David explained, answering his own
question. "Now Ravi's calling the shots, take it from me, he isn't going to
do anything that would jeopardise his whole future!"

"But if it would put your mind at rest," he conceded, seeing Sharif
remained unconvinced, "I suppose we could always put a bolt on the inside
of the door or put something heavy behind it at night so if he comes into
the bedroom while we're asleep he'll wake us up."

"Okay! I'll sort that out!" volunteered Sharif, "But where's he going to
sleep - in that wicker dog basket in the kitchen?"

"That's okay for him to sit in during the daytime but it's too small for
him to sleep in!"  "He'll have to kip on the sofa then," concluded the
youngster.

"I think so," replied David, "I'll sort that out, I've a spare duvet he can
use."  "So what do we do with him all day?" Sharif asked.

"Let's brainstorm it," proposed David, "just say anything that comes into
our heads, write it all down and then pick out the things we like best
afterwards."

"Okay," agreed Sharif, "so long as you're willing to do the typing!"

"Well, for a start there are all the things they used to make us do!"

"He has to be naked whilst he's indoors - so we can fondle him, fuck him
and have him suck our dicks whenever we like," noted down David.

"He has to wear the dog collar and the cock cage 24/7" added Sharif, "and
isn't allowed to wank off without our say so."

"He's not allowed to look us in the eyes and he's only allowed to speak if
he puts his hand up to get our permission."

 "What about having him suck our dicks first thing in the morning - when
they're really stinky!" suggested Sharif mischievously. "As well as serving
us tea in bed and making us our breakfast!"

"While I'm out at work, you're going to have to be in charge of him. You
can keep him busy doing the housework - the cleaning, the washing, the
shopping and cooking our dinner."

"When I get home from work knackered, once he's lugged my bike upstairs, he
has to help me undress, lick the sweat off me, maybe give me a massage ..."

 "As he'd so smart, I could get him to do some of my marking for me as well
- which would give us more time to have fun with him in the evenings!"

"We could take him swimming with us and humiliate him in the dressing rooms
or make him jog in the park wearing next to nothing - like Rajesh did to
us!" suggested Sharif.

"I know! You could have him pose in the nude for you to draw!" suggested
David, "cos if you're going to apply to Art College you're going to need to
build up a portfolio. I can't think of an Indian artist who specialises in
male nudes! It could be your niche!"

 "Maybe we let him read as a treat if he's good!" Sharif conceded, "But no
watching TV except when we do, plus we get to choose the programmes while
he sucks our dicks!"  "There'll be no drinking beer for him, that's for
sure!" added David.

"He'll not be allowed to eat chocolate or cake either - except maybe the
odd chocolate biscuit when he's been a good boy," giggled Sharif.

"But he has to eat if off the floor!" added David, recalling what Fakir had
made him do.  "We let him wear clothes to go out in, but they have to be
tatty ones and we make him piss himself in them...." Sharif chuckled.

"Yeh, we should get him really smelly and dirty..."

"Then give him a bath like a baby...."

"Make him wear nappies!"

"Make him ask permission to use the toilet..."

As the pair's excitement increased, their list of ways of getting their own
back on Alim grew longer and longer until it eventually exceeded the length
of the "To Do" list David had drawn up earlier that morning!

It promised to be a very busy and very memorable three weeks!