Date: Sun, 14 Feb 2016 16:14:14 +1300
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapters 15 & 16

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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.


15.  Settling the score

Once their underling had been subdued, Rajesh returned to the kitchen for
more beer and found David sweeping up the mess they had left behind them
with a dustpan and brush.

"Out of the way, paedo!" he demanded, giving David a kick up the backside
as he made his way to the fridge and extracted two cans of beer from it.

The teacher hastily dumped the food he had swept up in the bin and then
cowered in the corner, nervous at being left alone with the gang member who
seemed to especially dislike him.

After pulling open one of the cans and taking a gulp, Rajesh turned his
gaze back to the disgraced teacher and gave him a contemptuous look.

"Stand up and put yer hands on yer head!" he commanded, "And don't you dare
eyeball me!"

David bowed his head submissively and did as he was told.

The big lad looked David up and down and began to snigger.

"Not much of a man, are you Mr Smith?" he scoffed, taking another sip of
his beer, "With your shaved crotch and armpits and that cage on your little
boy's cock!"

"More like a woman now..." he mused, "All you need is a pair of titties..."

"Get over here!" he demanded, clearly becoming aroused despite his
professed disgust.

When David came within reach, he rubbed the bottom of the cold can over the
tips of his nipples until they stood out.

"Alim's turned you into his bitch and my guess is you're loving every
minute of it!" he chuckled, lowering his head to the teacher's chest.

David gasped but kept his hands firmly on his head as Rajesh gnawed on each
of his nipples in turn, alternately sucking and biting on them, seemingly
intent on enlarging them until they were as big as those of a woman.

"That's better!" he declared with a grin, after breaking off to admire his
handiwork and take another sip of his beer.

By this time David's nipples stood out prominently from his pale chest, red
and raw.

"Turn around and show me your cunt, paedo!" the big lad demanded.

David bent over and meekly parted his buttocks so Rajesh could inspect his
rear.

The big lad sniggered at his swift compliance, then set down his beer so he
could plunge a finger into the teacher's hole. He waggled it around inside
him until David began to gasp, then prised in a second finger alongside it
to make him squirm.

"All you've got between your legs now paedo is a big sloppy cunt!" he added
malevolently as he forced his fingers in and out of his hole. "Getting it
fucked is the only satisfaction you're going to get from now on!"

"No more wanking!" he taunted, pulling his fingers from David's arse and
reaching beneath it to grasp the teacher's caged cock and award it several
whacks.

"Now get down on yer knees and show me the one thing you're good for!" he
added reaching for his beer once more.

Knowing what was expected of him, David unfastened the lad's pants but was
surprised to find his member was not erect, as it always had been in the
past.

"Put it in your mouth, slut!" Rajesh prompted, holding its flaccid length
with his fingers and pressing down on the teacher's head until he gobbled
it up. But no sooner had David done as he was told than a trickle of urine
began filling up his mouth.

Terrified of upsetting the big lad a second time, David told himself not to
panic. He'd once checked the risks of swallowing piss on the internet and
discovered that urine was sterile and presented few health risks, and that
it was even recommended as a health drink by some gurus in India!

He still wasn't keen on tasting the stuff though, so as the trickle turned
into a flood the teacher held his breath and gulped it down as quickly as
he could. Rajesh had drunk so much beer that there seemed no end to it
however, and by the time he'd finished David felt bloated and his stomach
distended.

The big lad grinned as he extracted his cock from David's mouth and tucked
it back into his pants. With one more indignity successfully imposed, he
gave the teacher a pat on the head, caught hold of the leash swinging down
from his collar and led him to the lounge on all fours as though it were
the most natural thing in the world.

* * * * * * * *

When they entered the room David was shocked to see Sharif standing
nervously on top of the coffee table stripped to the waist, pleading with
Alim, who was seated in one of the armchairs opposite him as though it were
a throne.

The youngster caught his gaze and immediately looked away, clearly
embarrassed that the teacher should see him being humiliated like this by
his mates.

David noticed with interest that the key to his cock cage was still hanging
around his neck on the ribbon taken from his cake.

When he noticed their presence Alim turned his head toward them and took
the offered beer from Rajesh's hand.

"You got the camera handy?" he enquired of him.

Rajesh pulled it out of his pocket with a grin.

"Excellent! I don't want Shar ever to forget what happens when he crosses
me!" he added threateningly.

Rajesh trained the camera on the youngster and began taking pictures.

"You get to keep the watch and the pretty ribbon, at least for the time
being..." Alim continued, "But everything else you're wearing belongs to me
now! So hand it over!"

"You can have the watch back!" offered Sharif contritely, pulling it from
his wrist and jumping down from the table to press it into the gang
leader's hand.

"Thanks very much," Alim replied taking it from him.

"I would have taken it in exchange for the clothes earlier but now I know
what an ungrateful sod you are! I'll have the watch as well! Get back on
the table!"

Rajesh chuckled in approval and gave the younger lad a threatening look
which made it clear that he'd best do as he was told.

"Get on with it then!" Alim demanded, preparing himself to enjoy the
entertainment by breaking open his beer while Sharif got back on the table
and stood facing him sullenly.

At that moment to everyone's surprise and alarm the doorbell rang.

"Shit!" Sharif muttered under his breath.

"That'll be Fakir!" chuckled Rajesh reassuringly, the first to work out who
it must be.

"You carry on, I'll let him in," he volunteered, handing Alim the camera
and heading off down the stairs, tugging David behind him on the leash.

* * * * * * * *

By the time they reappeared in the doorway after dragging the teacher's
bike up to the landing, Sharif was down to his socks and underwear.

"Shit!" declared Fakir, wondering how this unexpected scenario had come
about.

"You're back just in time for the strip show!" Alim responded with a grin.

"Shar lost his clothes to your bro in the card game," Rajesh explained with
a smirk, "So now it's his turn to provide the entertainment!"

"He's supposed to be performing a striptease," added Alim, "but like with
most things, he's shit at it!"

A grin lit up Fakir's face as he witnessed his rival's discomfort at being
humiliated in front of him.

"Take off your socks and this time try to make it look sexy!" Alim
demanded.

Reluctantly, Sharif bent down to his ankles as gracefully as he could but
was now so drunk that he lost his balance and almost fell off the table.

"I'll help him!" Fakir volunteered, pushing past his brother and propping
Sharif up so he could take away his socks.

"Now turn around and pull your pants down!" instructed Alim.

"But they belong to me!" Sharif protested.

"So they do!" Alim affirmed, tossing the camera back to Rajesh and taking a
step forward.

"In that case..."

After a nod to his brother, Alim grabbed hold of one side of Sharif's pants
while Fakir grabbed the other and, despite Sharif's doing his best to ward
them off, ripped the worn fabric apart with ease.

Fakir held them up in triumph while Alim prised Sharif's hands away from
his cock so Rajesh could take pictures of him completely naked.

"Please Alim, I'm not feeling well," Sharif pleaded, trying a different
tack, after finally giving up his attempts to cover up his nudity.

Crouching at the back of the room, the teacher peered around the sofa and
made the most of having one of the Indian lads he fancied so much displayed
before him stripped completely naked.

The lad had broken out in a cold sweat, David noticed, and given the amount
of booze he'd drunk and all food he'd wolfed down that evening, it was
hardly surprising if he was now feeling sick!

But Alim was not in a forgiving mood and knew the real reason for Sharif's
shyness was the loss of face involved in him being humiliated in front of
the teacher and his younger brother.

Excited by the indignities he had already made Sharif suffer, Alim's cock
was already filling out the front of his trousers.

"Off the table and down on your knees!" he demanded, and proceeded to drag
the drunken lad down to the floor.

"You ungrateful fuckwit!" Alim cursed, "try to take away my watch would
you! Suck my fucking cock you arsehole!"

Within a trice he wrenched his cock out of his pants and thrust it into the
face of his reluctant underling.

"Please Alim! I'm sorry!" Sharif pleaded. "I don't know what got into
me. I'm not used to drinking like you two are..."

"Too late to apologise now!" Alim snarled back, catching hold of him by the
hair and tugging his head up so that he could prise his cock between his
lips the moment he opened his mouth.

When the lad remained defiant and kept his mouth shut, Rajesh was called
upon to help out.  Whilst the big lad held him secure, Alim slapped him
hard across the face.

"Open your gob and suck my dick!" he demanded.

Taken by surprise by the blow, Sharif's resistance crumbled.

"Okay, okay!" he blubbered, "I'll do it!" and opened his mouth wide.

With a grin at the speed of his submission, Alim grabbed the lad by the
back of his head, slid his lengthy cock to the back of his throat and
face-fucked him mercilessly.

So excited was he that it took barely a couple of minutes before he was
pumping his spunk down Sharif's throat.

Alim made sure his minion swallowed every last drop of his cum before
finally releasing him.

"Now you're going to suck Raj's cock!" he announced, "And after you've
swallowed his cum you're going to suck my brother off as well...."

But the moment Alim withdrew his cock Sharif fetched up on the carpet at
his feet!

"Guess he wasn't lying after all!" Rajesh commented wryly, backing away
from the pool of vomit the naked lad had just sprayed over the teacher's
carpet.

"Time for us to go maybe?" he suggested diplomatically, realising that
Sharif wasn't the only one who was the worse for drink.

Seizing his opportunity to make an exit, a tearful Sharif rushed off in the
direction of the bathroom.

 "Yeh, maybe you're right," Alim replied glancing down at David's watch to
check the time, "I told mum I'd have Fakir back before dark and it's
already after ten!"

"I'll come with you," his mate replied, happy to leave Sharif to make his
own way home.

"Great party by the way!" Rajesh chuckled, patting the teacher on the head
by way of farewell as the trio filed past him.

"Yeah, we must do it again soon!" added Alim more ominously, shepherding
his brother out into the hallway. "Make sure you get the place cleaned up
though - it's starting to smell bad in there!"

"No you can't ride home on the bike!" he overheard Alim snap at his brother
as the three of them made their way down the stairs and out of the door,
"We're going on the bus!"


16.  The Morning After

At 7am the following morning David stood beside his bed, entranced by the
slumbering Sharif, who in his sleep had kicked off the duvet he had placed
over him. In the absence of any risk of discovery or rejection, he allowed
his eyes to linger over his exposed body and soak in the lad's youthful
beauty.

Although not as handsome in the face as Alim or as naturally muscular as
Rajesh, the younger lad was undoubtedly attractive, not least because his
lack of the self-confidence possessed by the other two gave him a
vulnerability that David found irresistible.

Soon he was imagining making love to him, not in the passive role he had
been forced into by Alim but by taking the lead. He longed to hold Sharif
in his arms touch the softness of his downy skin and plant tender kisses on
his lips, nose and eyelids.

But it was not only the fear of waking him that held his feelings in
check. As his lust-filled thoughts led his dick to stiffen, the cock cage,
which was still locked around his genitals, punished his effrontery with
agonising pain.

* * * * * * * *

After the other three lads had left, David had instantly rushed to the loo,
his bladder near to bursting from the amount of urine Rajesh had forced him
to drink. There he had found Sharif passed out on the bathroom floor.

At first he'd panicked, fearing he had a dead teenager on his hands! But
his First Aid training, still fresh in his mind from his teaching course,
then kicked in. He quickly checked the boy's breathing was unimpeded,
propped him up against the side of the bath and carefully wiped the sick
from around his mouth with a length of toilet roll.

"Thank god he's alright!" he sighed when Sharif let out a moan before
promptly falling back to sleep.

With the youngster seemingly okay, David turned his attention back to his
own pressing need to relieve himself, but when he looked into the toilet
bowl he discovered it was filled with the fowl smelling half-digested
remnants of his birthday cake.

He quickly consigned it to the sewer and unthinkingly lifted the seat and
pointed his caged cock at the bowl, only for his piss to spurt out in all
directions the moment he released his bladder.

He hastily cupped his hands around the plastic cage which was acting like
the sprinkler on the end of a hosepipe, sending piss in all
directions. After stemming the flow he did a quick pirouette and landed on
the pot with a thump.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, wincing at the pain as his already battered backside
hit the top of the hard porcelain bowl, "I won't be able to piss standing
up ever again!"

As his urine slowly trickled out of the chastity device down into the bowl
David heaved a sigh of relief, dried his hands on some toilet paper and
finally began to relax for the first time that day.

He paused to reflect on the tumultuous events of his 24th birthday
celebration as he gazed across at the deceivingly angelic-looking youth
beside him, who was now propped up against the side of the bath snoring
loudly. He shook his head in despair at the latest assault on his manhood
brought about by the mischievous Indian lads but couldn't help seeing the
funny side of his predicament as well.

David noticed the lad's knees were discoloured from the friction of
crawling around on the floor which prompted him to examine his own. They
were both sore and red, as were his knuckles and the palms of his
hands. Looking at himself in the mirror he realised he was still wearing
the dog collar which he had now become so accustomed to that he hadn't
realised he still had it on! He unbuckled it from around his neck and
discovered there was a red welt hidden beneath that too as a result of all
the rough-housing that had gone on.

He began to appreciate why the lads involved in "doggy play" displayed in
pics on the internet were often wearing knee-pads and mittens - he had
thought it was just to turn their hands into paws but now realised it also
had a protective purpose too. He recalled many also had a butt-plug with a
curly rubber tail inserted up their arse for them to wag when they were
petted by their master. Thankfully the Indian lads had yet to catch on to
this additional form of humiliation, so far shoving nothing up his arse
apart from their fingers and swollen cocks!

When he had first come across such pics he had found them fascinating and
had immediately wanked off as he fantasised about being treated in this
way. The notion of making himself so vulnerable had excited him
enormously. It was so incredibly humiliating to be stripped naked, collared
and led around on a leash with his private parts on public display,
available to be petted and molested by anyone whenever they pleased!

In his case, the humiliation was that much greater since it was a bunch of
adolescents who had reduced him to being their dog - not to mention him
being obliged to buy the collar and leash himself and render himself
completely defenceless by donning a blindfold!

What he hadn't foreseen from looking at the doggy pics was the intensity of
the physical stimulation that three pairs of mischievous hands touching and
groping him at the same time would have on him, which had been truly
mind-blowing.

They had kept him in a frenzy of excitement, never knowing if he was going
to be stroked, slapped, tickled or kicked, have his balls squeezed or
stretched, his cock yanked or wanked, his arse spanked and his hole poked
or have all of these things happen at once! The total loss of control and
not knowing what was coming next had made it incredibly exciting,
exhausting and somehow cathartic.

On top of this, there had been the ignominy of being talked to like a pet
dog and having to obey their commands however humiliating they might be,
crawling around on his knees displaying his arse, licking their shoes and
then having to lie on his belly and hump the carpet while they watched and
jeered. But secretly he'd relished every minute of it and when he'd cum had
enjoyed the most tumultuous orgasm.

He had to admit he'd been much less keen at having to lick up his own cum
from the carpet afterwards or at having to drink the lads' piss - though on
reflection neither had turned out to be anything like as unpleasant as he'd
feared.

However, he could find no positive side to being given a cock cage as his
24th birthday present and then being forced to wear it! This had come as a
complete shock to him and extended the control the Indian lads had over him
way beyond what he had foreseen.

The one compensation he'd had since being entrapped by the gang was being
free to wank off two or three times a day in between meets as he relived
what they had done to him.  Aided by his diary and the pictures Alim had
"sold" him, while he imagined their handsome bodies bereft of
clothing. Although tonight had been a treat in the last respect, at least
with regard to Sharif, having to wear the cock cage would mean he would be
robbed of the pleasure of orgasm - the one thing that had made all the
risks and humiliation he had suffered to date worthwhile!

Now he would have to beg for their permission to be allowed to cum and if
he got even the beginnings of a hard-on from thinking about the lads and
what they had done to him, his swelling cock would be punished with pain!

The one thing he had predicted correctly was that the gang planned to use
the power they held over him not just to have him service them sexually but
to relieve him of his money and belongings. But it was now clear that they
intended to go much further than he had envisaged - by turning his flat
into their social club and him into their slave!

The events of the party had brought home to him just how completely he was
at the lads' mercy. Once he had access to his laptop he knew the computer
savvy Alim would soon discover the contact details of his relatives and
friends back home, realise his browsing history had been deleted and that
his porn collection was missing. There was now little he could do to
prevent them from finding out all there was to know about him, use this to
tighten the hold they had over him and increase his humiliation still
further.

David shuddered as he recollected Alim's chilling announcement that he now
belonged to them, along with all of his possessions. But his dread was
tempered by a flicker of sexual excitement. He recalled the contentment he
had felt as his world had shrunk to the darkness beneath the kitchen table
and the task of keeping the youngsters happy by sucking their dicks, whilst
above him they had proceeded to divide his belongings between them and
casually strip him of all the few possessions he had accumulated in his
life to date.

Although losing all control over his fate was a terrifying prospect, he
also found it an incredibly exciting one. He had become the sexual
plaything of a group of the Indian lads he had been secretly lusting after
since he had first arrived at the school. The interest the lads had shown
in him had unleashed powerful emotions of love and gratitude toward
them. He was the centre of their attention and however base their motives,
and however mean they were to him, this life was far preferable to the
decade of misery he had endured as a result of suppressing his desires.

He realised becoming the lads' slave would be more humiliating than being
temporarily stripped of his clothing and forced to jack off or be fucked in
public places or in front of a camera. Having all of his possessions taken
away from him meant that he now required their permission to use the
everyday objects that surrounded him. The cock cage meant he now had to ask
their consent to wank off - maybe they would demand he ask their permission
to use the loo as well? Strangely he found even this prospect excited him.

In return for their affection, David decided he would willingly surrender
his body and everything he owned to the Indian lads and allow them to do as
they liked with him. More than that, he would also put all of his knowledge
and talents at their disposal. He would do everything in his power to
please them without giving his own self-interest or what others might think
of him so much as a second thought.

So long as they were happy, he was more than willing to become their slave
in every sense of the word. They merely had to snap their fingers and he
would come running to do their bidding, however humiliating a task they had
in mind for him.

David's biggest fear was not the humiliation, pain and suffering he might
have to bear at the lads' hands but that once they had taken away all they
could from him, they would cast him aside and abandon him to his fate. In
the long run he knew this was more than likely...

But for the moment at least, he set this worry to one side and instead
focussed his attention on the naked Indian youngster the other gang members
had happily left behind them when they had left - an outcome of the evening
that he had not anticipated even in his wildest dreams and one which made
one hell of a better birthday present than the dastardly cock cage!

Witnessing the gang members impose the same humiliation on Sharif as they
had imposed on himself had excited him enormously. He didn't want to join
in but yearned to protect and comfort the youngster and shower him with
love and affection.

So David happily dragged Sharif onto his feet, hitched his arm over his
shoulder and led the somnambulant adolescent through to the bedroom where
he laid him down on the bed to sleep it off. After seeing the chaotic state
of the lounge and kitchen he decided to have a go at tidying the place up
before turning in himself.

Half an hour later the teacher checked up on the lad and found him lying
diagonally across the mattress sleeping soundly.  Much as he would have
loved to snuggle up beside him, David had realised that with the cock cage
in place this would only add to his frustration, so had opted to sleep on
the sofa instead.

* * * * * * * *

"Damn Alim!" David muttered under his breath as he stared down at the
sleeping Sharif and the chastity device curbed his excitement in precisely
the way the gang leader had intended.

It was maddeningly frustrating to be surrounded by the Indian lads he
desired so much and be able to see one of them naked, but unable to derive
any pleasure from it, even in his solitary fantasies. With his cock under
lock and key he would be kept constantly horny while the gang members
revelled in his virtual castration and used him for their own pleasure
whenever and wherever they pleased.

The prospect of permanent sexual frustration was too bleak a prospect for
David to bear - especially when the solution to his problem was staring him
in the face - dangling from the silk ribbon wrapped around the sleeping
Sharif's neck. If he could only get the keys from him without waking him up
he could at least put an end to his immediate agony. And after he'd wanked
off he could lock it back in place with no one any the wiser...

Then he had a flash of inspiration which promised to bring a much more
satisfying and longer-term solution to his problem.

David recalled he had a padlock he used to secure his luggage that was
almost identical to the one on the device and, what was more, it had come
with three keys!  So, once the padlock was off he could swap it with this
one, change the keys on the ribbon and keep the extra one for himself. That
way he would be able to continue wanking off to his heart's content without
the lads finding out!

Elated by his own brilliance, David rushed off to the kitchen and rooted
around in the drawers until he found the lock and its keys. Noticing a pair
of scissors in there too, he deciding to cut the ribbon rather than attempt
to get it over the boy's head to reduce the risk of waking him - hoping no
one would notice it was a little shorter than before.

Back at Sharif's bedside, David recalled his promise to Alim never to hide
anything from him again and for a moment he had second thoughts about the
deceit he was about to perpetrate.  But, if he found out, what more could
the gang leader do to him by way of punishment, that he couldn't do to him
already? He might get another spanking - but he might get that anyway if
Alim felt like giving him one!

David held his breath as he leaned over the sleeping youngster and cut the
ribbon as close to the knot as possible. To his relief, the keys fell into
his palm dragging the ribbon after them whilst the lad continued to
snore. The teacher crept away on tiptoe and once in the bathroom unlocked
the device that had threatened to cause him so much grief.

"Thank god!" he sighed out loud, pulling the contraption apart so that he
could examine his genitals. Not only had it prevented him from wanking off
but it had left a painful red welt around his scrotum where it had been
clamped. He bathed his battered cock and ball sack in the sink and coated
them in a soothing layer of skin cream before carrying out the remainder of
his plan.

He removed the keys from the ribbon, replaced them with two of his own and
retied the knot.  He hid the third key in the base of the cereal box in the
kitchen that had so far escaped the Indian lads' attentions and deposited
the lock and keys that had come with the device away in the kitchen
drawer. With any luck neither Sharif nor Alim would notice the switch.

Feeling very pleased with himself, David returned to the bedroom and rather
than risk attempting to fasten the keys back around the sleeping lad's neck
he dropped them amongst the pillows so that when he woke up Sharif would
think the ribbon had come off in his sleep.

That done, he dragged the armchair to the side of the bed, sat down in it
and let his gaze linger over the sleeping youngster's body as he pulled on
his cock. He longed to touch him but was too fearful of waking him to risk
doing so. So he just stared at the lad's placid face, slender limbs and
torso and brought to mind the way he had been humiliated by the bigger lads
the night before. He couldn't help revelling in the way the teenager had
been brought to heel, his drunken defiance and belligerent swagger swept
aside as he was made to parade naked in front of him and a giggling Fakir
and then suck Alim's cock and swallow his cum.

Such was the potency of these thoughts that David came quickly. He heaved a
sigh of relief, wiped his cum-spattered belly and chest with a tissue and
only afterwards realised that it would take a while before he would be able
to squeeze his swollen cock back into its cage.

Inevitably, after so little sleep, all the excitement and exertions of the
day and the release that comes with orgasm, the teacher dozed off in the
chair with the cock cage still in pieces beside him.

* * * * * * * *

Sharif woke up at 7.30am and discovered David fast asleep beside him with
his cock cage removed and cum-stained tissues on the bed.  He soon put two
and two together and realised what the teacher had been up to while he'd
slept.

"So much for my prize!" he muttered, picking up the keys he had found
beside him by the ribbon and draping it back around his neck.

But he was in no hurry to wake his host. Although still a bit hung over, he
felt one hell of a lot better than he had the night before. He stretched
out in the bed enjoying the softness and the smell of the clean sheets on
his bare skin as he slowly took in the unfamiliar surroundings.

Deciding he needed to use the loo he stealthily slid off the bed on the
side opposite David and made his way to the bathroom without disturbing
him. After using the toilet he slipped into the bathrobe he found hanging
inside the door and wandered around the rest of the teacher's flat just as
Alim had done the night before - noticing the teacher appeared to have
tidied up the mess from the party while he'd been sleeping.

"This is really nice!" he murmured to himself, reaching the same conclusion
as Alim had - namely that it would be a much better place to hang out in
than his parents' council flat. "I hope Alim will still let me have a
key..."

Noticing the clothes he had worn to the party, along with the dog collar
and leash hung up neatly from the row of pegs in the hallway, he paused to
consider how he would control the teacher without the rest of the gang
around to back him up.

He didn't possess Rajesh's muscles nor did he possess any embarrassing
pictures to blackmail David with. What was worse, the way he had been
humiliated by the rest of the gang the night before was not only an
embarrassment but would undermine his position with the teacher.

"What would Alim do?" he asked himself out loud as he pondered his next
move.

* * * * * * * *

By the time he returned to the bedroom he had a plan worked out. He
gathered up the various components of the cock cage from the floor beside
David's feet and laid them out on top of the bed. Then he gave the teacher
as hard a slap around the face as he could muster.

David woke up with a cry and instinctively cowered away from the lad
standing over him.

"You've been wanking off over me!" Sharif shouted at him while the teacher
was still reeling in shock.

"I'm the one who decides when you take this off, not you!" he added,
throwing the bits of the chastity device into David's lap, "And when you're
allowed to cum - IF EVER!"

"So if you ever want to wank off again you're going to have to learn to do
as you're told and be very very nice to me!"

"Understand?"

The teacher nodded his head contritely whilst soothing the side of his face
that had been slapped so brutally.

"Put it back on, immediately!" he demanded.

The flustered teacher rushed to reassemble the various parts of the
contraption around his cock without pausing to think about why he was
obeying the lad while Sharif continued yelling at him.

"And where's your collar?" Sharif demanded, determined to keep David on the
back foot, "Why aren't you wearing it?"

"It's hung up in the hallway," David replied.

"Go put it on!"

David hastily threaded the padlock through the securing ring and closed it
shut to lock the odious device back in place and then scurried off to the
hallway do as he was told.

When he returned, he found Sharif standing beside his desk flexing a
plastic ruler between his hands.

"Get over here!" he demanded, "put your hands on top of the desk and bend
over!"

David meekly did as he was told and was rewarded for his obedience with a
full-blooded slap across his rear with the flat of the ruler.

"You have been a very bad boy and deserve to be punished!" he added,
landing another blow on the teacher's backside.

"You are not just Alim and Raj's slave, you are my slave as well!" Sharif
asserted, accompanying it with two more blows.

"To make sure you don't forget it you will address me as "Sir" or "Master"
from now on!"

"You understand?" he added grabbing hold of the teacher by the ear and
bringing the ruler down much harder this time.

"Yes Sir!" the teacher gasped.

 "Plus," he added pausing for dramatic effect, "the only things you'll wear
indoors when I'm around will be your cock cage and your collar."

"Understand?" he demanded, accompanied by two more blows.

"Yes Sir!" the teacher winced.

"You will also do whatever I tell you to or you will be punished severely!
Get it?"

"Yes Sir!" David hastily assured him, anxious not to suffer a repeat of the
beating in the bike shed that had reduced him to tears anytime soon.

"Good!" the youngster added, "Now stand up and hold out your hands, face
up!"

David swallowed hard and turned to face the youngster with his head bowed
and tentatively held out his hands. The youngster immediately brought the
ruler down hard on his palms.

How come so many kids seemed to favour Victorian teaching methods,
especially when it came to maintaining discipline David wondered? Whenever
playing school with each other they invariably resorted to an outdated
model involving corporal punishment that they had never experienced
themselves. Maybe education was still like that in India, but he doubted
it.

"No more wanking without my permission!" Sharif added slapping each hand in
turn.

Stung by the pain the teacher jerked this hand away each time only to face
the ignominy of having to submit to the younger's power by returning it so
he could administer further blows.

"Now get down on your knees and suck my dick!" Sharif demanded, finally
deciding he'd done enough to keep the teacher in line.

He parted the front of his borrowed dressing gown to reveal his cock was
already fully hard.

David instantly fell to his knees and set to work providing his young
master with pleasure, the unexpected slap across the face and the sting
from his caned palms forgiven but not forgotten.

* * * * * * * *

"Now you've had your breakfast you can make some for me!" Sharif demanded
after David had swallowed up his cum. "But first you can run me a bath!"

Growing to like his new role as Sharif's slave, the teacher rushed off
eager to keep his young "master" happy.

The truth was that after so many solitary evenings and weekends the teacher
was delighted to have the Indian lad around to keep him company and looked
forward to having him spend the rest of the day with him. Having to wear
the cock cage was a bind but as he now possessed his own key he could look
forward to wanking off after the lad had left whether he had his permission
or not...

David ran the water, added shower gel to create some bubbles and sorted out
a fresh towel before announcing that "Sir's" bath was ready.

While Sharif luxuriated in the foaming water, the teacher rustled up a
breakfast he hoped the youngster would enjoy.

The smell of cooking soon lured the hungry lad into the kitchen. On his
arrival David pulled out a chair for him to sit down on like a waiter and
offered his guest a choice of cereal, fruit juices, eggs, toast, jam, tea
and coffee.

Sharif wolfed it all down and once he was finished parted his bathrobe and
had the teacher suck his cock again beneath the kitchen table while he sat
triumphantly sipping a second cup of tea. Having David as his slave was
going to be fun! There was nothing to it really - the bugger actually
seemed to like being bossed around by him!

Sharif was contemplating what torment he would impose on his slave next
when David's mobile went off.  He reached across to examine it while the
teacher continued to service his cock and discovered he had received a
text. He opened the message and discovered it was from Alim.

After checking its contents, he allowed David out from under the table so
he would be able to hear him.

"You've got a message from Alim!" he chuckled, "he's given you some errands
to run! I'll read out what it says."

"Morning slave boy," Sharif quoted. "Your tasks for today are as follows:

1. You are to have 4 keys cut for your flat for our use 2. You are to
clean, oil and check the tyres of your bike so it is ready for Fakir to
collect this afternoon 3. You will hand over the keys to him along with the
bike 4. When he arrives you will be naked and wearing your collar and cock
cage and will kiss his feet as a mark of your submission 5. You will obey
any instructions he gives you without question

Should you fail to obey him or to complete these tasks successfully you
will be punished severely!

Your Master Alim"

"Looks like it's going to be a busy day!" Sharif chuckled, "You know
anywhere you can get keys cut on a Sunday?" he asked his host.

"There's a kiosk in the shopping centre, I think," David ventured, adding
"Sir!" belatedly when the lad gave him a disapproving look. It would take a
while for him to get used to addressing the 17 year old in this way.

"It should be open at ten," he added, "It's about half an hour's walk away
or 10 minutes by bike if you cut through the park."

Seeing this as an opportunity to make up with his boss, Sharif used the
phone to ring Alim back immediately.

David overheard him start apologising for his behaviour at the party,
before the lad put his hand over the phone and ordered him to have
something to eat and clear the breakfast things away, and disappeared into
the lounge.

He returned to the kitchen ten minutes later seemingly reconciled with the
gang leader, assuring him that he would make sure that the "paedo" fully
complied with his instructions before hanging up.

"We best get moving then!"

Sharif pushed David back down on his knees, attached the leash to his
collar and led him into the bedroom. There he threw open the wardrobe doors
and checked through its contents.

"It's handy us taking the same size clothes," Sharif chuckled as he
selected items to try on.

Freshly fed, cheered by his reconciliation with Alim and reassured by the
teacher's willingness to obey him, the youngster relaxed and revealed a
mischievous side to him David had not seen before.

The teacher crouched on the floor sneaking admiring glances at the
youngster's body as he slipped off his bathrobe and tried on the clothes
that took his fancy. After checking himself out in the mirror he paraded
around, cheekily asking David for his opinion on whether a particular item
suited him or not. Eventually he settled on jeans and a T-shirt.

Clearly anxious to avoid rekindling the conflict with Alim, as an
afterthought he told David to clean the clothes he'd been wearing the night
before and store them in his wardrobe so he would be able to wear them
whenever he had a job interview to attend.

Once dressed, Sharif seemed in no hurry to return home and announced he
would accompany David on his errand to the shopping centre to get the door
keys cut.

"You can jog there and I'll follow you on your bike!" he
announced. "Where's your running gear?"

David dug out a gym vest, shorts and a pair of socks, took his trainers
from the bottom of the wardrobe and at the youngster's behest put them
on. However, the cock cage stuck out at the front of the shorts so much
that Sharif threw him the key and told him to take it off.

David almost wept with gratitude.

Although he'd spared the teacher the humiliation of wearing the cock cage
in public when he returned to the bedroom he discovered the lad had
mischievously torn the lining from inside the shorts to make them more
revealing.

He had David try them on and then jump up and down while he watched.

With no lining to restrain them, the teacher's cock and balls bounced
around freely and should he get a hard-on it would be immediately obvious
to anyone. As if seeking to confirm this, the teacher's dick immediately
started to get erect, tenting out the front of the skimpy shorts far more
than the cock cage had done!

Sharif took charge of David's phone, wallet and flat key before having the
teacher tote his bike down the stairs and wait for him outside in the alley
with the dog collar still in place around his neck.

"Shit, forgot the leash!" he exclaimed playfully after joining him and
returned to the flat to retrieve it, closing the door behind him.

David was left to shiver outside propping up his bike, crossing his fingers
that none of his neighbours would spot him as he waited for the lad to
return.

A grin lit up Sharif's face when he finally emerged from the flat and
witnessed the scantily dressed teacher's obedience.  Impishly he made to
attach the leash to his collar as though he was going to lead him out into
the street still wearing it.

"Later!" he sniggered, unfastening the collar instead and adding it and the
leash to the other items in the bike's pannier.