Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2016 13:42:09 +1300
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapters 17 & 18

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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.


18.  In the Park

"You run while I cycle," Sharif grinned taking charge of the bike as soon
as they reached the road.

"Off you trot," he directed, giving David a slap on his scantily clad
behind before striding over the crossbar and placing his feet on the
pedals, "I'll follow!"

David set off running, glancing back every now and again to check the
youngster was still behind him.

He led him past the shopping parade, along a row of terraced houses and
then down a narrow alley that led to the park. Thankfully the streets were
deserted so there was no one around to notice his balls bouncing around
freely and his cock occasionally peeking out of the side of his shorts as
he ran.

"We'll go once round the park for starters," Sharif barked when David
paused at the entrance for instructions.

The main path had a cycle lane running alongside it, allowing Sharif to
follow a few yards behind as David sprinted off. It was downhill to begin
with so easy for the youngster to keep pace whilst also checking out his
surroundings.

As in the streets outside, so early on a Sunday morning there were few
people about and during their first circuit the pair came across only a
couple of dog walkers and one other jogger out enjoying the early morning
sunshine. They nodded to them politely as they passed and none of them
seemed to notice anything amiss.

Shortly after they'd lapped their entry point Sharif dismounted and brought
David to a halt at the end of a narrow path shaded by trees that led away
from the main walkway.

"Follow me," he directed, wheeling the bike down the path until they were
hidden from sight.

"Time for me to take some pictures!" the lad announced with a big grin
after propping the bike up against a tree and extracting the teacher's
phone from the panier.

"Stand over by that tree," he demanded, looking over his shoulder to check
that they were far enough from the main drag not to be observed, before
pointing the camera lens at David and snapping his first pic.

"Now strip!"

Sharif was following Alim's lead, David realised, uncertain whether he
wanted to possess naked pics of him to wank over, or to provide him with
some blackmail material of his own.  As he was hardly in any position to
argue either way, he glanced around nervously before pulling his running
vest off over his head.

"Now the shorts!" the lad added the moment the vest was discarded.

Although this was the first time he'd ever stripped naked in a public park,
compared with the much higher risk of discovery he'd faced when he'd been
stripped by the gang on school premises this realised this was quite tame!

What was more, he had now discovered that there was something especially
exciting about having to strip naked in places where he might be caught at
any moment and he was beginning to like it!

By the time David's shorts hit his ankles his cock was fully erect yet
again!

The youngster chuckled as he snapped more pics and then demanded the
teacher take off his trainers too.

Once he had him completely bare Sharif gathered up all his belongings and
deposited them in the panier. Then he rooted around in the bottom of the
bag and took out the collar and leash.  He strode across to David, fastened
the collar around his neck and backed away to take more pictures.

"Kneel down... put your paws in the air... stick out your tongue... and
pant like a dog!" he directed.

David meekly obeyed.

"That's a good little doggy!" Sharif chuckled patting the teacher on the
head after he had captured a fresh selection of humiliating images.

"Time for us to go walkies!" the lad announced, attaching the leash to his
collar and pushing David down onto all fours. He gave the leash a yank and
dragged the teacher after him as he strode off down the path.

Down on the ground the teacher rapidly lost his bearings and started to
feel uneasy the further they got from his bike. He was totally at Sharif's
mercy and realised were he to abandon him he would be marooned completely
naked in a public place. Also what would he do if they were to meet someone
coming the other way exercising a real dog? Would it sniff his arse and
lick his balls he wondered while its owner and Sharif had a chat about what
breed he was and the joys of dog ownership?

David's knees, already tender, were soon stained green with grass as he
struggled to keep up with the excited youngster. Whenever he paused to
avoid the many brambles and nettles that traversed his path the collar
would tighten uncomfortably around his neck and the lad would yank on the
leash to drag him forwards as though he were a disobedient puppy keeping
his master waiting by sniffing the ground for the scent of other dogs.

"Piss like a dog!" Sharif demanded after leading him up to a tree beside
the path. The teacher attempted to comply and raised his right knee but
unlike that of a dog his urine poured vertically downwards instead of
against the tree trunk and formed a little puddle beneath him. The lad took
pictures. Then before the piss had time to drain away mischievously pushed
the teacher's nose down into it.

Pleased by his own inventiveness and clearly excited that he'd been able to
get away with it without a single challenge from the teacher, Sharif led
David into a sunlit clearing where he had him roll around on his back with
his "paws" in the air so he could take more pics. In between shots he
rubbed the teacher's tummy, slapped his cock around and gave his balls a
playful squeeze until he wriggled and squirmed.

"Get yourself hard!" the lad demanded once he'd tired of tormenting him
circling round him taking pics.

Now beyond caring about whether they were discovered or not, or whether his
clothes or the bike would still be around when they returned to look for
them, David happily complied. His world began and ended at the high grass
surrounding him and at the rascally Indian lad who held the other end of
his leash who seemed to delight in imposing ever greater humiliations upon
him.

When Sharif thought David was getting close he added one more twist to his
humiliation by pulling out his own cock and pointing it at his head.

David stared up at him as the first dribbles of the lad's piss trickled
down on him and was immediately catapulted to the brink of orgasm. He
closed his eyes just in time before the trickle turned into a flood and
wanked frenetically until a geyser of his spunk soared high into the air.

"It must have been those two cups of tea you gave me for breakfast!" the
lad commented dryly, as he continued to empty his bladder until he had
drenched every part of the teacher's body with his piss whilst he convulsed
in the throes of orgasm.

Then he calmly tucked his cock away and resumed taking pics of David as he
lay spent on the ground coated with spunk and piss, the liquid making his
skin glisten in the golden sunshine.

* * * * * * * *

As the sun climbed higher in the sky the temperature soared. But the
mischievous Indian lad sped through the park and along the roads leading to
the shopping centre at a blistering pace, with the result that by the time
they reached their destination David was also coated in sweat.

Sharif coolly dismounted and parked the bike in the empty cycle rack
outside the entrance (no one in their right mind would leave a bike there
unattended) and extracted David's wallet and door key from the pannier to
hand over to him.

The flushed-face teacher arrived at his side 30 seconds later and bent
double with his hands on his grass-stained knees as he attempted to get his
breath back. He looked a complete mess - his knees were stained with dirt
and grass and beneath what few clothes he was wearing, his body was soiled
with a mixture of semen and piss! Unsurprisingly, he was also starting to
smell bad!

"Off you go, I'll wait here!" Sharif chuckled thrusting the wallet and key
into his hand while David was still gasping for air. "Get us some drinks on
your way back. I'm feeling thirsty!"

While Sharif sat contentedly on the bike's crossbar sunning himself, he
watched the skimpily dressed teacher make his way self-consciously through
the glass doors to carry out his errand with his head down to avoid any eye
contact with those around him.

But already the early shoppers' heads were turning to stare at him, their
attentions drawn by how little he was wearing. Others shied away from him
when they discovered he was the source of the nasty animal smell that had
wafted toward them.

While he waited for David to return the youngster decided he would give
Alim a ring to boast about the latest humiliation he had imposed on the
teacher, assuming his mate would find it wickedly funny.

But when Alim seized on what he had told him to cut him down to size once
more, Sharif realised he had not yet been forgiven by the gang leader for
the way he had challenged his authority the night before.

"What if someone from school sees him?" Alim responded, "You'll be getting
him the sack and then we'll be left with nothing!"

"Just when I've got him eating out of our hands - sucking our dicks,
handing over his cash and letting us use his flat - you have to blunder in
and get the fucker arrested! You fuck wit!"

"Who said you could take pics of him anyhow?" Alim threw in fuelling his
own anger, "I was the one who did all the work to set him up - not you! If
any pics are taken of him they rightly belong to me!

"Okay I'm sorry!" Sharif pleaded, "I was only doing the same things you've
done to him!" he protested.

But Alim was in no mood to forgive him and the ranting and abuse continued
until Sharif was bludgeoned in to admitting he was in the wrong and needed
to make amends.

"This is what you're going to do..." Alim began and then explained what his
underling would have to do to make up for his hubris.

"Hand the pics over to Fakir when he calls for the bike this afternoon," he
finished off, "otherwise you won't be getting a key to Sir's flat!"

"Okay, okay! I'll do it! I'll do it!" Sharif conceded, "And I'll let Fakir
have the pics to prove it!"

"Good! He's coming round at three so make sure everything's ready by then!"
Alim added and hung up.

* * * * * * * *

Despite the huge loss of face involved, Sharif realised he was left with
little alternative but to comply with Alim's demands. However, when David
returned he discovered he had a new problem to contend with.

The teacher had accumulated an entourage of half a dozen or so teenagers
(thankfully none of whom he recognised from school) who plainly found the
sight of him parading around the shopping centre so skimpily dressed
provocative.

Unlike the adults, who mostly ignored him, they began stalking him from a
distance, curious to find out what he was up to. As their numbers grew they
got bolder, calling out to him and making jokes about him to their
mates. David did his best to go about his business as though nothing was
amiss but had been unable to shake them off when he was forced to stand in
line to be served at the kiosk.

Once the keys were ordered and paid for, the teacher had headed off to a
nearby newsagent's to buy drinks while they were cut. His entourage had
followed and congregated outside the shop sniggering at him through the
window as he queued up to pay.

David was so thirsty that he immediately opened up his drink to take a sip
from it only to have it jostled out of his hand the moment he re-entered
the mall. One excited youngster shoved his mate into him and the collision
catapulted his bottle of juice into the air spilling its contents over both
of them. Now with a legitimate reason to harass him, the youths pursued the
teacher back to the kiosk, where David hurriedly collected the keys and
made to leave.

But the aggrieved youngsters deliberately obstructed his path leaving him
with no alternative but to push past them if he was to make his way back to
the entrance. In the melee that followed one of the lads grabbed hold of
David's shorts and yanked them down while another stuck out his leg so that
he tripped over him and tumbled down to the floor.

As David forlornly attempted to break his fall and keep a firm grip on his
wallet, the remaining drink and the newly cut keys, his shorts were dragged
down to his knees exposing his genitals and shaved crotch to his
tormentors. The teenaged crowd backed away howling with laughter, feeling
vindicated that they had exposed some sort of sexual pervert who liked
exhibiting himself in public.

David scrambled to his feet, hastily dragged up his shorts and made a dash
through a gap in the encircling mob. He sped through the centre and out to
the cycle rack with some of the lads in hot pursuit intent on doing him
further mischief.

"Take the bike!" hissed Sharif snatching the keys, wallet and drink from
the teacher's hands and doing his best to shield him from his pursuers so
he could mount it. "Wait for me in the park - I'll catch you up later."

David clambered onto the bike and headed back the way they had come as fast
as he could peddle. A couple of lads chased after him but when they failed
to keep up soon gave up the chase.

"Alim was right," Sharif reflected soberly as he walked up the road
quaffing his drink in the teacher's wake, "I could easily have landed us
all in the shit!"

* * * * * * * *

He met up with David at the entrance to the park, deposited his valuables
in the panier and took the bike back from him. Chastened by the close call
and the telling off he'd received from his leader, he set a more leisurely
pace for the teacher to follow on the journey back.

When they reached the secluded spot they'd visited earlier Sharif parked
the bike against the same tree and took the teacher's mobile out of the
pannier.

Thinking the lad had more humiliation lined up for him David hung his head
submissively only for the youngster to thrust the phone into his hand.

"Alim wants you to take some pics of me!" he blurted out sullenly, backing
away from him.

Though there was nothing more David wanted than some pics of the Indian lad
naked - especially if they were taken on his own mobile phone, so there was
a good chance he'd be able to see them afterwards - he realised the
humiliating climb down this represented for the youngster given how he had
treated him earlier.

"Start taking pics then!" he prompted when David caught his eye and held
back as though to ask if he really want him to do this?

Knowing Alim was behind this humiliating reversal of their roles and that
it was further punishment for his stepping out of line the night before, he
pointed the camera at him and clicked the button as Sharif reluctantly
removed the clothes he'd so excitedly selected from his wardrobe that
morning.

"I'll be the one wearing the running gear on the way back!" the lad
announced once he was stripped completely naked, "You're to wear the
clothes I had on."

David happily removed his soiled running vest and shorts and handed them to
Sharif before donning the clothes that he'd been wearing.

He suspected the very last thing Sharif wanted to do was to display his
slender Indian body in the park for everyone to snigger at. So he was even
more surprised when he handed him the vest and told him to put it back in
the pannier!

"I have to jog in just the shorts!" he added, "You're to carry on taking
pics to prove I did it!"

Alim was totally ruthless, David concluded as he fastened up the pannier
and slid the mobile into his pocket so he could complete the photographic
task he'd been set on route. He wheeled the bike along the narrow path
while Sharif fidgeted at his side and when they joined the main
thoroughfare let the lad go ahead of him so he could take some pics of him
running before mounting the bike.

Dressed in just shorts the Indian lad looked especially vulnerable, an
impression accentuated by the way his cock and balls swung around freely
beneath them. For some reason he had kept his socks on which made his pose
as an athlete look even less convincing.

Unused to running, as they climbed the hill to reach the exit the
youngster's pace slowed dramatically and sweat began trickling down his
back. David watched as he hung his head to avoid the looks and smirks that
came his way from the increasing numbers of passers-by who were now
flooding into the park to make the most of the sunshine, and his heart went
out to him.

* * * * * * * *

They had been going for no more than a couple of minutes with Sharif
jogging fifty yards or so ahead of him when David witnessed the youngster
abruptly turn off the path and disappear into the bushes. He pedalled
harder to catch up, anxious to find out what was going on when he spotted
heading toward him two tough-looking black girls he recognised from
school. Although they were around Sharif's age they were about twice his
size.

David realised this was the reason the lad had dived into the bushes and
thanked his lucky stars he hadn't met them when he'd been the one with
hardly any clothes on! Thinking quickly, he made a mental note of the spot
where the lad had disappeared and carried on peddling up the hill toward
the two girls as though he was unaccompanied.

As he approached them he greeted them with a smile and a "Good morning!"
designed to disarm them.

"Hello Mr Smith," they chorused back at him in return, pleasantly enough,
as he rode past them, whilst continuing to chew the gum that never seemed
to be out of their mouths.

He carried on for a while longer to avoid the girls becoming suspicious
before glancing back to see if they were out of sight. Finding the path
behind him empty, he quickly doubled back to begin his search for the
camouflaged Sharif.

When he reached the point at which he had seen the Indian lad disappear he
paused to look around and listen. After a few moments, mixed in with the
bird song, a barking dog and the sound of an aeroplane passing high
overhead, he detected in the distance raucous female giggles followed by
whoops of delight.

Unable to wheel the bike into the undergrowth David carried on down the
main path in the direction the sounds had come from, stopping every so
often to listen out for further noises that might provide clues as to the
lad's whereabouts.

A minute later he heard more giggles and saw the two girls he had passed
earlier reappear on the path a hundred yards or so in front of him and
high-tail it out of the park. On their way he saw one of them throw
something he thought he recognised up in the air that landed in the bushes.

He drew to one side of the path in the shade of a tree and prayed the pair
would not look back before he was out of view. It was suspicious enough
them seeing him and the youngster only a few seconds apart without them
also witnessing him riding to his rescue!

Once they were out of sight, David sped down the path and soon confirmed
that what they had thrown into the bushes was what he had thought it was -
his own soiled running shorts!  As he pushed his way through the brambles
to retrieve them, he chuckled as he imagined the rumbustious pair cornering
the skinny Indian lad and ripping off his shorts.

Now he needed to find Sharif who was presumably wandering around completely
naked in a park rapidly filling up with more and more people!

He walked back up the path calling out the lad's name at intervals and
listening out for a response, breaking off when anyone walked past. Finally
he heard a voice in response coming from the middle of a clump of bushes.

"They've taken my shorts!" Sharif hissed back at him as he spotted the
lad's slender frame hidden in the shade.

"I know! I've got them!" the teacher whispered back.

He was just about to hand the shorts over when a couple wheeling a baby in
a pushchair came into view.

"Hold on!" he cautioned in a whisper and made the lad wait until the coast
was clear before wading into the undergrowth and holding them out for
Sharif to grab.

"Those two were in the year below me at school," the lad cursed as he
hurriedly stepped into the shorts and pulled them up to make himself
respectable again.

"They live on our estate!" he explained to David who handed him the vest to
put on as well to prevent him being embarrassed any further.

"Called me a flasher and a pervert - but they was the ones stole my
shorts!" he complained, as David wheeled the bike along beside him and they
set off in the direction of his flat.

"They took pictures of me as well!" he confessed glumly. "I bet they'll be
all over school tomorrow! Good job I'm leaving!"

"Damn Alim!" he added before lapsing into a troubled silence.


19.  Forbidden Love

Part of David couldn't help thinking Sharif had got his just deserts by
being forced to experience the same humiliation that he had inflicted on
himself less than an hour previously.  But he found it hard to remain
resentful of the hapless youngster for long. He felt sorry for him.

Sharif aped whatever the other gang members did in order to obtain their
approval thinking it would convince outsiders that he was as mean as they
were. When he'd got drunk he'd made the mistake of acting as though he was
the equal of the physically bigger, more athletic and smarter older
lads. But in reality he was still very much their underling and they would
turn on him in the twinkling of an eye if he dared to displease them.

David guessed he'd been carried away by the excitement of having someone to
boss around who was lower in the pecking order than himself. But he'd
clearly overplayed his hand and was now being punished for it.

On top of this, he had been forced to allow his humiliation to be captured
on camera not just by Alim but now by the two girls as well! So, as the
dejected Sharif bit his lower lip, no doubt worrying about where these pics
might end up, David seized the opportunity to talk to him for the first
time outside the humiliating sexual encounters set up by his mates and
without him needing to appear tough getting in the way.

To his surprise it took just a few words of commiseration and reassurance
for the teenager to pour his heart out to him.

Sharif began by continuing with his rant against the girls and went on to
confide that he hated the council estate where they had been forced to live
since the family had arrived in London five years previously. Although he'd
done well at school as a youngster, the move to London had disrupted his
education and his poor grasp of English had left him struggling to gain any
qualifications.

To add to his miseries his mother had remarried and he didn't get on with
his step-dad.  Although he had been persuaded to stay on at school for an
extra year in order to enhance his job prospects by improving his poor
grades, as soon as Alim left he'd decided that he would chuck it in and try
to get a job.

When David had enquired how he'd first met Alim, Sharif explained that when
he'd arrived at the school aged twelve he'd been bullied mercilessly by the
other kids until the older Indian lad had befriended him. With Alim and his
mates to support him life had become more bearable, but he had soon
discovered there were strings attached to his new friend's benevolence.

He'd been kept very ignorant about sex as a youngster in India so had been
taken advantage of by some of the older lads in his neighbourhood. While
they'd soon stopped messing around with other boys and moved on to chasing
after girls, as he'd grown older he'd realised that he remained stuck on
boys - something which Alim seemed to have picked up on.

When he'd first come across him, he'd been in awe of the handsome older lad
and found it hard to keep his eyes off him. So he'd been thrilled when he'd
befriended him and invited him round to his home.

But when he'd arrived he'd discovered he wasn't going to be introduced to
his family as he'd expected, as his parents were out. Instead Alim and two
other lads had plied him with drink and then cheated him out of his clothes
in a card game he'd never played before. They'd taken pics of him naked and
to get his clothes back he'd been made to suck their cocks.

After that, Alim had him on a string by threatening to show the pics they
had taken to kids at school if Sharif didn't turn up for sex whenever he
was feeling horny. Not satisfied with merely having the youngster wank him
off and suck his dick Alim had insisted he let him fuck him as
well. Although he fancied Alim a lot, he didn't get much joy out of the
arrangement, but to ensure his continued protection, Sharif let him do it.

But that had only been the beginning, as once he had let himself be fucked,
an increasingly sadistic Alim had demanded Sharif perform all sorts of
humiliating sex acts that he had come across on the internet that had
caught his imagination. For reasons of self-preservation Sharif had gone
along with whatever Alim had demanded but secretly longed to escape his
clutches and find a lad he fancied who would not just want sex from him but
also wanted to be his mate.

It had almost happened too, when he had befriended a newly arrived Indian
boy a year younger than him. But the moment Alim had discovered Sharif had
developed a crush on a lad outside of his orbit, the older lad had swiftly
intervened to frighten him off.

Alim had ambushed them as they had chatted in the playground and insisted
the "two love birds" accompany him to the toilets. In one of the cubicles
he had made Sharif strip naked in front of his mate then get down on his
knees and suck his cock while the youngster looked on.

The lad had watched nervously, fearing he might be required to follow suit
at any moment.  But to his surprise Alim had demanded that Sharif suck the
youngster's cock as well! Fearful of the consequences of associating with
such a pariah, the lad had given him a wide birth after that.

Alim soon developed a liking for humiliating Sharif in front of other lads
and punished him for his attempt to break free by using him to help bolster
his relationships with his mates. He began showing off the humiliating pics
he'd taken of him on his mobile phone and offering to have him service
their cocks as well as his own. Rajesh had been one of those who had taken
up his offer with the result that soon both lads were fucking him on a
regular basis.

As word got round that he would suck the cock of whoever Alim told him to,
Sharif's reputation had plummeted both in the school and on the estate
where he lived. He had been branded as both a queer and a slut, with even
much younger kids feeling confident they could get away with taunting him
and treating him with contempt.

As David listened to the youngster's tale of woe, he realised where Alim's
precocious sexual self-confidence had come from - Sharif had been his
prototype and internet porn had been his guide!

He also grasped that he must be the first person in the world that Sharif
had ever confided in about his sexuality! He had found a kindred spirit,
one who was as desperate to find love as he was himself.

When Sharif lapsed into silence, David found himself overwhelmed by a surge
of affection for the lad. He managed to hold his emotions in check until
they entered the narrow alley leading from the park but when this appeared
deserted he set the bike against a wall and wrapped his arms around the
youngster, hugged his slender body tightly to his chest and planted a kiss
on his lips.

By the time their embrace ended a minute or so later David noticed the
Indian lad's cock was filling out of the front of his shorts as stiff as a
flagpole.

"Let's get back to the flat!" he chuckled, knowing his own cock was equally
hard and gave the lad a reassuring smile.

They hurried home, but their desire to take things further was now so
overwhelming that the moment they turned down the alley leading to his flat
from Chalfont Road they were unable to hold their emotions back any longer.

David threw his bike aside, placed his lips over Sharif's mouth and the two
kissed and hugged each other for several minutes before the teacher finally
tore himself away to unlock the door.

They dragged the bike up the stairs and as soon as they reached the landing
tore off each other's clothes and begun wrestling naked on the living room
floor. Although both of them were filthy, this somehow only added to their
excitement as they pressed their tongues into each other's mouths and
rubbed their clammy, sweat lubricated, bodies against each other.

"Fuck!" gasped Sharif taken aback by the passion with which David now
embraced him, which was such a contrast to his previous passivity.

"You are so fucking gorgeous!" David replied, echoing the youngster's own
unguarded comment when he had first seen him naked.

Free to express the desire he felt for Sharif openly, the teacher ran his
hands over the lad's smooth-skinned torso and tightened his arms around him
whilst at the same time covering his face and neck with a welter of kisses.

The lad responded in kind, running his hands through the teacher's hair as
he nibbled at his chin before lowering them to clasp the taut cheeks of
David's arse as though laying claim to it as his own. Breathlessly they
embraced and kissed while their irrepressible cocks slammed up hard against
their bellies and prised themselves inquisitively between their partner's
thighs in a bid to release their pent-up excitement.

Unable to wait a moment longer, David directed Sharif's hand down to his
dick and wrapped his fist around the Indian lad's own bloated member to
demonstrate what he wanted him to do.

It took barely a dozen strokes before he had propelled the lad to the brink
of orgasm. But the youngster was so determined to share his pleasure with
the handsome teacher that he stayed his hand. He slid his tongue into his
mouth and returned his kisses, whilst gripping his shaft and returned the
favour.

"I'm going to cum!" warned David, moments later and resumed jerking the
youngster's cock so that they both reached orgasm simultaneously.

They remained locked in each other's arms, savouring the intimacy and
contentment that follows climax, their bodies melded together by the
glutinous layer of semen that now coated their bellies. Taken by surprise
by the intensity of the feelings they had expressed for one another, they
were reluctant to let go.

But once their excitement subsided and their pulses finally returned to
normal, David gave the youngster a reassuring smile and proposed that they
take a bath together to clean themselves up. Taken by the idea, Sharif
eagerly followed his lead and the two rose from the floor and walked to the
bathroom hand in hand unwilling to be parted for even for a moment.

They sat at opposite ends of the bathtub smiling at each other with their
legs locked together waiting for the bath to fill so that the water
enveloped them. Once the level had risen to their chins, they lay there
contentedly, relaxing and gently stroking each other beneath the water.

As they coated each other with shower gel and scrubbed away the dirt they
had accumulated during their earlier adventures, they delighted in
examining in detail every part of the other' body as though laying claim to
them. Touching, kissing and caressing but also mischievously prising
soap-lubricated fingers up the other's arse or lowering their head into the
water to suck each other's cock. Unsurprisingly both were soon sporting
erections once again. They towelled each other dry and retired to the
bedroom where they began their love making all over again.

When the pair started to feel hungry David checked the fridge to see what
remained of the food he'd bought for the party. Little was left as most had
ending up on the floor!  But when he checked the freezer, he discovered the
kulfi in had been forgotten in the rush to consume his birthday cake the
night before.

David took the tub into the bedroom and fed a spoonful into Sharif's mouth
and then into his own. He then fell to his knees and wrapped his lips
around the lad's cock, making him shudder as he enveloped his dick in the
cold interior of his mouth. Playfully Sharif returned the favour and
proceeded to smear the ice cream all over the teacher's shaved body so he
could lick it off.

Whether Alim had intended it or not, he had thrust the teacher and Sharif
together and they had found solace in each other's arms.

* * * * * * * *

"Shit! That must be Fakir, come early!" Sharif cursed when at fifteen
minutes to three the doorbell rang. So absorbed had they been in their love
making that thoughts of anything else had gone out of the window.

"What do we do now?" he appealed to David.

"Let me handle Fakir," David volunteered, sensing the lad's discomfort,
"You stay up here and keep quiet and I'll tell him you've already gone
home. Don't worry, it's the bike he's after!"

David glanced around and spotted the cock cage discarded on the bedside
table. "Quick help me put this back on before I let him in or he'll be
suspicious!"

"It's probably best if the others don't find out what we've been up to...."
Sharif ventured apologetically as he helped David refasten the plastic
rings around his cock and balls.

"Damn right it is!" David agreed, as he prised his tumescent cock into the
tube. He was only too aware that Alim still held his fate in his hands,
"Let's keep it a secret between us... at least for now!" he added more
tenderly.

The doorbell rang a second time.

"The collar's in the pannier isn't it?" David asked as he dashed out onto
the landing.

"Yeh, along with your mobile and the keys," Sharif replied following behind
him.

David hastily fastened the dog collar around his neck to comply with Alim's
instructions, grabbed the bunch of freshly cut keys and headed off down the
stairs.

"What about the pictures?" Sharif hissed at him from the landing in a
panic. "I'll be in trouble with Alim if you don't hand them over to him as
well... He told me to have you copy the pics onto a memory stick!"

The doorbell rang for a third time.

"Shit!" exclaimed David in despair. "Quick, get my laptop out from under
the bed, download the pics from my phone and copy them onto the memory
stick in the bottom of my school bag. I'll keep Fakir busy while you do
it. Here take the phone with you!"

"Oh, the password on the laptop's Sharif, by the way," he added a little
embarrassed at the revelation. He'd changed the password following their
encounter in the bike shed, encouraged by him letting slip that he fancied
him and by the bid he'd made to "own" him after Alim left for college!

"Okay!" the lad grinned back, but when the mobile went off in his hand, he
dropped it like a hot potato.

"That'll be Fakir," David assured him. "Don't answer it - I'll get the door
instead. Be as quiet as you can," he whispered putting his finger to his
lip as he flew down the stairs.

Knowing it had to be the youngster, David opened the door and immediately
fell down to his knees.

"About time!" Fakir complained hanging up his phone and stepping inside.

As per Alim's instructions, David meekly kissed the diminutive lad's feet
as soon as he entered the hall and then handed over the keys. Realising he
needed to distract the lad long enough for Sharif to carry out their plan,
he then went further and nuzzled his nose in the youngster's crotch in an
additional show of submission.

Despite the bike being uppermost in his thoughts, Fakir couldn't resist
taking the bait. A grin spread across his scarred face as he again stroked
David on the head as though he was his pet dog and pressed his face into
his groin. As his cock began to swell he pulled the sweatpants he was
wearing down to his knees and fed his member into the teacher's mouth.

"Sharif still here?" he asked glancing up the stairs.

David shook his head while he continued to suck.

"He was supposed to give me some pics for Alim. Have you got 'em?"

David nodded his head, grunted and motioned upstairs.

Thrilled to have David all to himself for once and seemingly also willing
to do anything he wanted, he couldn't help putting his obedience to the
test by turning himself around and presenting his arse to the teacher as
well.

"Lick it!" he demanded parting his buttocks and bending over.

Crossing his fingers that the youngster's arse was clean, David did as he
was bid and Fakir rapidly became so excited that he began to beat off right
there in the doorway!

The lad then had the teacher lick his balls as he wanked off and was soon
jettisoning his cum over his face.

As his excitement subsided, the lad sadistically scooped up the globules of
cum on his slender fingers and had the teacher swallow it down. Once David
had licked them completely clean, he gave him a pat him on the head
followed by his familiar cheeky grin.

"Now fetch my bike down the stairs for me!" he smirked, pulling up his
pants.

David scampered up the stairs in his collar, relieved that in his
excitement the youngster hadn't bothered to enter the flat and wrestled his
bike down the narrow staircase for the final time.

When he returned to the hallway, the door was wide open and Fakir was
waiting for him outside in the alley. Only too aware he was wearing only a
cock cage and a dog collar, David glanced around nervously before stepping
out and when the coast was clear propped the bike up against the wall for
the youngster to examine.

"I want all the stuff that comes with it as well!" Fakir demanded in an
accusatory tone as though the teacher were out to cheat him. "The chain
lock, lights, spanners and things. Put 'em all in the pannier and bring 'em
down - and don't forget those pics for Alim as well."

David dashed back indoors leaving Sharif to give his latest acquisition the
onceover.

This time Sharif was waiting for him on the landing with the memory stick
in his hand. They exchanged a conspiratorial grin - at least they had
managed to outwit the younger lad!  Forgetting in their excitement that
they were not only handing over to him David's most prized possession, but
humiliating pictures of themselves cavorting around naked in the park that
would make them both even more vulnerable to blackmail in the future.

The teacher gathered his cycling gear together and rushed back down the
stairs anxious to see the back of the lad before he discovered Sharif's
presence.

After glancing down the alley from the doorway he waited for a group of
shoppers to pass by before joining Fakir and attaching the pannier to the
back of the bike.

"I need to use the loo before I go!" Fakir announced, "You stay here to
guard the bike!"

In a panic that Sharif would be discovered, David blocked the lad's path to
the door, realising that there was only one thing left for him to do that
would distract the kid and avoid the need for him going upstairs. He knelt
down in front of Fakir for a second time and nuzzled his face into his
groin.

"You want another taste of my piss, do you!" he chuckled with a huge grin
on his face.

Conscious he might be seen, Fakir positioned himself behind the bike with
his back to the road and had the teacher crouch down at the very end of the
alley before he pulled out his cock. But instead of permitting David to
envelop it in his mouth, he grabbed him by the collar and insisted he lay
down on his back on the paving.

"Close your eyes and open your mouth!" he demanded but directed his jet of
piss over the teacher's whole body.

"Stay there 'til I've gone!" he demanded, pulling up his sweatpants when
he'd done.

He was about to retrieve the bike from against the wall when he heard the
creak of floorboards from upstairs through the open flat door. He grimaced,
set the bike back down and maliciously yanked the flat door closed.

After giving the teacher a triumphal grin, he finally scarpered, leaving
David stranded outside, fumbling around on all fours drenched in his piss,
blinded by the urine stinging his eyes.

Shivering on the doorstep, David frantically rang the bell and banged on
the door until Sharif let him in, but not before several passing shoppers
had stopped at the end of the alley to gawk at him.

"The little bastard!" David cursed as he climbed the stairs. "The shrimp's
not as dumb as we thought! He must have guessed you were still here or he
wouldn't have risked locking me out!"

Sharif was taken aback by the first show of anger he had witnessed from the
teacher since he had shouted after him as he had disappeared down the
staircase with those incriminating photos of him with Fakir.

"I'd better run another bath!" Sharif joked in an attempt to lighten the
mood when he saw the state his new friend was in. "But let me take that
thing off your cock first!" he added, the key to the cock cage ready in his
hand, "Unless you'd like to keep it on while I piss on you as well!"

David couldn't help smiling at this, and let Sharif unlock the device. But
he was still riled by having been outwitted by the 13 year old who had been
the linchpin of his downfall and resentful that he would have to get up
earlier in the morning and take the bus to school due to the loss of his
bike on his account.