Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 12:49:11 +1300
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation - Chapters 4 & 5

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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
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.


4. Homework

Unsurprisingly, that evening David found it hard to concentrate on his
marking. For a start, his sore arse and raw throat provided him with
regular reminders of the physical toll the encounter had taken on him. But
it was his recollections of how the Indian lads had humiliated him and his
worries over the hold they now had over him that distracted him the most.

Their handsome faces and brown-skinned bodies kept drifting into his head,
getting him hard and prompting him to re-live the tumultuous events of the
afternoon over again and wonder what further humiliations might lay in
store for him in the future.

But despite numerous lapses of attention, the young teacher dutifully
persevered until he had finished marking all three sets of books he had
brought home with him so they would be ready to hand back to his students
the following morning. As he finally closed his mark book and packed his
bag ready for school he began to wonder why he was bothering to be so
conscientious, given the bleak future that might await him if news of his
having sex with a 13 year old were ever to become known?

This set his thoughts off in a very different direction as he imagined the
possible consequences of what he'd allowed the lads to do to him and
scolded himself for being so foolish as to put his career in their
hands. In hindsight, he realised he should have called their bluff and
reported their blackmail attempt to his colleagues! But he had let his cock
to rule his head and allowed himself to be persuaded into having sex with
his pupils on school premises! Why had he been so stupid as to give in to
the lads' demands? But there was not much he could do about it now!

Or was there?

Okay, he'd allowed himself to be outsmarted by a bunch of teenagers - but
he'd been taken by surprise! Nothing in his college training had prepared
him for such an eventuality! Who would have guessed that a group of school
kids could be so audacious as to set their teacher up as a paedophile so
they could rape and blackmail him?

But there was nothing stopping him now from marshalling his supposedly
superior intelligence to try to wrest back control and keep a lid on
things. Why should he have to give up his lifetime ambition and have his
career ruined as a result of one errant decision? Especially when that
decision had hurt no one except himself!

As a first step David decided he would keep a diary of everything that
happened between him and the Indian lads. He sat down in front of his
computer and instead of his nightly search for gay porn, he set about
describing the details of their encounter so he would have an accurate
record of everything that had transpired.

However, so arousing did he find the tale he was recounting, far more than
any porn he had ever found on the internet, that it wasn't long before he
found himself distracted from this task too. However, this time he gave his
excitement free reign, sliding down his pants and gripping his cock in the
palm of his right hand, alternating each sentence he wrote with a tug on
his shaft to keep himself hard and slowly edge himself toward yet another
explosive orgasm.

* * * * * * * *

It was around midnight when David completed his account of the ambush the
Indian lads had set for him but he then battled on in search of a strategy
for dealing with the consequences of his rash surrender to them -
preferably one that would allow his sexual adventure to continue, salvage
his teaching career and keep him out of jail!

Much depended on whether the lads had the nous to keep what they had done
to themselves or boasted about it to their mates. If word got out, David
realised, his days at the school were numbered. What little discipline he
exerted currently over the pupils would disappear overnight and if what had
happened came to the authorities' notice he could kiss his job goodbye.

Even if the lads kept it quiet there was still the risk that if they
persisted in forcing him to have sex with them on school premises they
would get caught out by one of his colleagues or by the cleaners and events
spiral out of control that way. Given the amount of noise they had made it
was a miracle that they hadn't been discovered that afternoon!

However, in the light of the efforts they had taken to devise their
dastardly plan, the risks they had taken to implement it and the pleasure
they appeared to derive from humiliating and fucking him, on balance David
felt the lads were more likely to keep what had happened to themselves.

The downside of them keeping quiet about it was that it would strengthen
their hand with regard to blackmailing him. If they kept mum it would not
only allow them to continue fucking him whenever and wherever they pleased
but also enable them to extort things other than sex from him in exchange
for their silence.

If he dared to defy them he doubted the lads would carry out their threat
to report him to the Head or to the police, as this would put them in the
spotlight too. However, if he refused to co-operate they could certainly
spread rumours about him to their mates that would make his school life
hell.

However, as long as the authorities were not involved he could always quit
his job and return home to live with his parents. He had few ties to London
and could say that his experience in the capital had led him to decide that
teaching was not for him after all - which, if he had to resort to such a
desperate measure, would certainly be true!

On the other hand there were a whole host of reasons that made David
reluctant to challenge the hold the Indian lads had over him.

He actually felt grateful to them for slicing through the inhibitions and
fears that he had allowed to rule his life for years. However, traumatic it
had been, thanks to them he had finally shed his virginity and experienced
real gay sex for the first time.

On top of this he found the older lads incredibly attractive and Alim's
precocious self- confidence and superior intelligence irresistibly
sexy. The way he looked at him and took his obedience for granted sent
shivers down his spine! Some trait embedded deep within his psyche made him
long to worship and submit to him and do whatever it took to make him
happy.

Despite his efforts to keep his feelings toward the Indian lads in check,
the trio had detected the extent of his adoration of them and decided to
exploit his desire to use, abuse and sexually dominate him.

They were clearly horny for him too - why else would they devise such an
elaborate plan to entrap him? He took some comfort from this - reckoning
that if they fancied him and wanted to continue fucking him they were less
likely to jeopardise this by taking things too far - at least as long as he
continued to let them do whatever they liked with him sexually!

So far he had sampled little more than the older lad's faces and cocks. He
longed to explore their anatomies more intimately and worship them more
completely. He ached to feel their firm limbs and soft skin beneath his
hands, to stroke their silky black hair, to explore every inch of their
handsome brown bodies and kiss each one of them from the top of his head to
the tips of his toes.

Realising he needed to get some sleep, David eventually brought his
deliberations to an end, shut down his computer and went to bed. He may not
have lessened any of the risks he faced but thinking things through had
helped him become clearer about his desires and the options open to him.

What he wanted most in the world at that moment was for the Indian lads to
fuck him again. So unless their demands became extreme, he would play along
with whatever they had in mind for him and try his utmost to please them.

* * * * * * * *

At 7am David woke up with a hard-on, feeling full of the joys of spring,
having slept more soundly than he had in a long time. He thought about
starting the day with yet another wank but opted to save himself for the
lads in case they decided to visit him again after school. He grinned at
himself in the bathroom mirror, yesterday he had been fucked by two
gorgeous Indian lads and with any luck the same would happen again
today. He could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect!

His morning classes went unusually well as his high spirits were
transmitted to his pupils. But, as the day progressed with no sign of his
young Indian admirers, David felt deflated and melancholy began to set in.

His lifetime ambitions had been overturned overnight; what now mattered
most to him was not making his parents proud of him by achieving success in
his chosen career but satisfying the Indian lads so that they would want to
fuck him again and again.

As the school day drew to a close and they had failed to appear David vowed
that if they were to turn up now he would do whatever they demanded of him
without a quibble, however humiliating it might be...

5. The Reluctant Porn Star

David's heart missed a beat when he closed his classroom door at 3.45 and
spotted the Indian trio loitering at the end of the corridor.

Simultaneously elated and terrified lest the members of his tutor group
might get wind that something untoward was going on, he fiddled with his
key in the lock with his pulse racing while the stragglers descended the
stairs.

Before turning to meet his fate he did his best to calm himself down, but
as he approached the stockroom door he noticed the big lad was pointing a
camera at him.

"Hurry up sir, we've been waiting ages!" cried out Fakir, as though this
were some after school club the teacher was running late for.

"Yeh, get this "cockroom" opened up!" joked Alim less innocently, "Time for
teach to suck more Indian dick!"

"Smile!" added his muscular accomplice taking a picture of the teacher's
worried face the moment he glanced in his direction.

"Keep your voices down," David pleaded in a hoarse whisper, peering all
around them, paranoid lest they be overheard when it took a couple of tries
before he found the right key for the lock.

 "About time!" complained the beefy lad, pushing past David as soon as the
door was open and hoisting himself up onto the windowsill at the far side
of the room, from which he continued to take snapshots. Fakir scurried in
after him while his brother remained at the teacher's side.

"Keys!" Alim demanded, holding out his palm as soon as David had eased the
door shut behind them and slid down the latch.

The teacher hesitated for a second but then deposited them in the Indian
lad's hand; relieved that at least they were now hidden from view!

"Out of the way sir!" barked Fakir from behind him, shunting David and his
brother to one side so he could place the step-stool in the space in front
of the door.

The teacher watched bemused; it was like watching a military operation
bring rolled out! The lads had clearly discussed their plans in advance -
David was the only one in the dark about what lay in store and he was
starting to have doubts about whether he was going to like it!

"Up you get!" commanded Alim once the stool was in place, grabbing David by
the ear and hoisting him upwards like a naughty child until he reluctantly
complied and stepped onto it.

"Now empty your pockets!"

The Indian lad's unexpected demand rekindled David's worst fears from the
night before and left him a quandary about whether or not to comply.

The troubled expression on the teacher's face sent both Fakir and the
cameraman into fits of giggles but the more business-like Alim remained
tight-lipped and coolly repeated his demand.

"I said, empty your pockets, paedo!" he added, reminding David that they
had so much dirt on him that he had little option but to comply.

He held out an empty storage tray for the teacher to deposit his belongings
in and watched impassively as David reluctantly dropped his house keys,
wallet and small change into it to the accompaniment of more giggles from
his companions.

"Take off your watch as well!" the Indian lad added after noticing it
draped around the teacher's wrist.

David grimaced - the watch had been a 21st birthday present from his
parents. If only he'd had the foresight not to wear it that day! He cursed
his stupidity but deposited it in the tray nevertheless.

"I'll be looking after it for you from now on," Alim announced, picking the
watch up and fastening the clasp around his slender brown wrist before
flashing it at his accomplices for them to admire.

David could just imagine him flaunting it in front of his mates as a way of
publicly humiliating him.

"A present for you bro!" Alim announced, gathering up the teacher's coins
from the tray and dropping them into Fakir's outstretched palms. The
youngster proceeded to calculate the extent of his windfall while his
brother opened up David's wallet in pursuit of bigger gain.

Teachers at the school were warned to avoid putting temptation in their
pupils' way so although it contained a couple of bank cards it held only
œ20 in cash. Alim extracted the two notes, handed one to his companion
and shoved the other into his pocket without comment as though it were his
due. On a closer examination of the wallet Alim discovered a drivers'
licence tucked away inside it.

"We was wondering where you lived, David," Alim chortled, cock-a-hoot at
coming across such a useful source of personal information about the
teacher. "And I see it's your birthday in a few days' time! You'll have to
invite us round to Chalfont Road for a party!" he added to sniggers all
round.

Alim held up the licence up so his companion could take a close-up picture
of it and had him photograph David's bank cards, front and back, before
tossing them back into the tray along with his now empty wallet.

David cursed his luck, his driver's licence had only been in his wallet
because he'd needed ID to pick up a parcel a few days earlier. Now they
knew his home address and date of birth but at least they hadn't taken his
bank cards or demanded to know their pin numbers! But his relief was to be
short-lived.

"Strip!" barked Alim to excited chuckles from his buddies.

David swallowed hard and his face flushed red with embarrassment at the
prospect of having to do a striptease in front of the youngsters - though
after yesterday he'd guessed that this might be on the cards.

The teacher had figured out the previous night that the gang might make him
pose for nude pics and threaten to post them on the internet if he stepped
out of line. But he had persuaded himself to take the risk and co-operate
rather than anger them. After all, once his secret was out the lads lost
the power they held over him - so why would they carry out such a threat?

Although it could be embarrassing if at some time in the future they ended
up in the wrong hands, at least they would not be as incriminating as the
ones they had taken of him with Fakir and they might even help him to prove
his innocence (if he ever needed to) by showing that it was the boys who
had taken the initiative rather than himself.

"Get 'em off!" jeered the big lad who had retreated back to the window so
he could get the whole of the teacher's body into the frame.

 "Hurry up paedo! We haven't got all day!" prompted Alim, as David
reluctantly slid his jacket off over his shoulders and handed it over to
the stony-faced Indian.

"Tie next," he added standing out of camera shot and stowing both items in
the tray as soon as the teacher complied, "And now the shirt!"

As he unfastened his cuffs David attempted to convince himself that posing
nude for photos wasn't such a big issue nowadays. Guys who wanted to show
off their bodies did it voluntarily and even paid someone to take pics of
them! And didn't famous film stars have naked pics of themselves
circulating on the net from when they had taken part in a sex scene?

The cameraman zoomed in on David's hesitant expression as the teacher
fumbled to open up his shirtfront and pull it out of his trousers.

The moment he slid it off his shoulders Alim snatched it away.

"And the rest!" he prompted to more sniggers from his mates.

Taking care to avoid falling off the stool, David shyly opted to begin with
his shoes and bent over to unfasten his laces while continuing to run
through the issues posing naked had raised for him.

Before today he'd never given a second thought to the feelings of the young
guys whose pictures he ogled every night on his PC, or ever considered
whether, like him, they'd been pressurised into posing naked. He guessed
most did it for the money - were hard up lads from poor backgrounds, many
from poorer countries. Although he suspected others ended up being
humiliating for nothing by guys who had taken pics of them on dates and had
posted them as trophies on websites without their knowledge.

"Hold it there!" interrupted Alim as David went on to unfasten his belt,
"Slide your pants down slowly so we can get some decent pics - and make it
look sexy!"

David knew from his own porn browsing that that the more uncomfortable a
model looked at having to remove his clothes the raunchier he found the
pics. So he didn't think he needed to do much to make them "sexy" - just
look ashamed of himself rather than smile confidently into the camera and
not attempt to mask his genuine fears about them being caught and where the
pictures they were taking might eventually end up!

He gradually lowered his trousers until they were around his ankles and
then stepped out of them. His one crumb of comfort was that there were now
so many porn pics circulating on the internet that should the ones the
Indian lads were taking of him ever get posted on-line they would soon be
lost among the millions of others.

"Take off your socks and then put your hands on your head," Alim barked as
he wrested his pants away from him and deposited them in the tray.

David did as he was told and stood displaying himself submissively on the
stool in his crumpled boxers, his face flushed red, his eyes down to the
floor.

Buoyed up the completeness of the teacher's surrender, Alim allowed himself
a smile of satisfaction. Instead of having David remove his shorts he
amused himself by pulling them down an inch at a time and having the
teacher perform pirouettes so they could take pics of both his front and
rear.

To add to the teacher's embarrassment from the moment the lad touched him
his cock had begun to swell and continued to do so as he was gradually
denuded. Soon the shorts were pulled down at the back to reveal the crack
of his arse, while at the front the waistband became hooked around his
stiffening dick which stood out comically at right angles straining the
fabric as though determined to break free.

With a chuckle Alim finally delivered the coup de grace by pulling the
elastic forward with a single finger - simultaneously allowing David's cock
to spring upwards and his shorts to tumble down to his ankles.

"Look into the camera so everyone can see your face!" Alim demanded,
whisking away the shorts and standing aside so his companions could inspect
and take pictures of the hapless teacher posing naked and erect in what was
recognisably a school stock room.

Although he would soon be 24, David retained the lean torso, narrow waist
and slender limbs of an adolescent. His greater maturity was evinced not so
much by his size as by his larger quantity of body hair; although his chest
was still mostly bereft, an endearing trail of brown curls began at his
navel, broadened out above his crotch to encircle his genitals and then
spread itself enticingly around the insides of his thighs.  His arms and
legs where covered by a coating of downy hair, his skin pale but for that
on his forearms and lower legs which, like his face, were lightly tanned
from the summer sun. David's modest dick, a shade darker than the rest of
his body, pointed skywards, displaying his low hanging pink ball sack, its
purple head peeping out from his taut foreskin.

"Now bend over and part those pretty pink arse cheeks of yours "sir", we
want some close-ups of your hole!" added Alim maliciously.

The Indian lads giggled as David slowly bent forward and ignominiously
prised apart his buttocks so they could add even more humiliating pics of
him to their growing collection.

 "Now wank!" Alim demanded keen to heighten the teacher's embarrassment
still further.

Once again the teacher swallowed hard and with a martyred expression on his
face, cast his blue eyes downwards, wrapped his fingers around his cock and
began sliding them up and down his shaft while the camera captured his
mounting excitement.

Much to the lads' delight, it wasn't long before the motion had the desired
effect.  David's breathing began to quicken and his face flushed a deeper
shade of red as waves of pleasure spread from his groin throughout his
body.

David closed his eyes to block out the sight of the three youngsters
grinning up at him and imagined them showing the pictures they had taken of
him to their mates. What could be more humiliating than to have pics of him
stripped naked, displaying his arse and wanking himself circulating around
the school? The prospect got him so excited that he instantly shot his
load.

The lads chuckled at witnessing the teacher's loss of control and made sure
they captured every moment as his spunk erupted and cascaded down to the
floor. They left David standing atop the stool with cum coating his belly
and dribbling down his legs while they conferred with each other at the
back of the room.

"Wipe yourself down!"  Alim commanded throwing the teacher's shorts at him.

"From now on you will not be permitted to wear underpants to school" he
added as David used them to soak up his cum. "Now put them on your head!"

At least they let me cum, thought David, but now they want their fun! He
hooked the waistband over his head, turned them around so the leg holes
were positioned over his ears and stood blindfolded awaiting the lads' next
move with the smell of his own semen filling his nostrils.

"Down you get," Alim's voice commanded, leading the teacher by the hand
until he was standing on the floor in his bare feet.

While David wondered what lay in store for him next, he sensed the stool
being whisked away, the door being opened and someone pushing past
him. Then moments later he found himself backed up against the door and the
distinctive smell of a marker pen filling the room.

"Put your hands on your head and keep still!" Alim demanded and immediately
began writing something across David's chest.

As the distinctive odour strengthened beneath his nose the teacher did his
best to work out what was being written from the feel of the pen on his
skin but soon gave up -whatever it was it was not a short message as it
continued onto his belly as well. He guessed he would have a devil of a job
getting it off but as long as they didn't mark him where it would show it
shouldn't present him with too big a problem.

"All clear!" the big lad reported pushing open the door just as Alim
finished writing.

Before David knew what was happening he found himself bundled out into the
corridor with the pants still over his head.

"You get back in when you've cum!" Alim whispered in his ear, closing the
stockroom door and leaving his beefy companion to escort the blindfolded
teacher to the end of the corridor. Once in position he pushed him down
onto his knees, pulled the shorts from his head and backed away to take
more photographs.

As the camera clicked David immediately looked down at his torso and saw
written across his chest in thick black capital letters the words "I AM A
PAEDO".  Beneath it on his belly was written his name and date of birth
(taken from his driver's licence).  The teacher's heart sank - this was not
something he'd foreseen. The lads had made sure that if his pics ever
reached the internet they would haunt him for the rest of his life!

 "Best start wanking, paedo!" the big lad prompted with a snigger. "The
longer you stay out here the more likely someone'll see you!"

Realising he had no alternative but to comply David reluctantly took hold
of his flaccid cock and tried his best to get himself erect while the
gleeful photographer captured every humiliating moment.

But what only a few minutes before had been a source of pleasure for David
had been transformed into an ordeal. After cumming three times within 24
hours his cock was not merely sensitive from his latest discharge but sore!

To add to his troubles the teacher had been outside the stockroom for no
more than a couple of minutes when the sounds of his colleagues conducting
their after-school sweep came drifting down the staircase from the floor
above.

"We're going to get caught!" the teacher hissed desperately at the
cameraman, "Please let me go back inside!"

"Only after you've cum," the big lad replied, calmly repositioning himself
in front of the stockroom door to secure his own exit whilst continuing to
take pics of the teacher from a distance, "I'd hurry up if I were you!"

With the sounds of his approaching colleagues growing ever louder David
began wanking frantically. What would he do if he didn't make it in time?
What possible explanation could he give for being found naked masturbating
in a school corridor!  How would he explain the words written across his
chest?

"Please let me back inside he begged... I'll do anything you want."

"You bet you will," chuckled his tormentor, "otherwise everyone in the
school gets to see these pictures!"

* * * * * * * *

"What's that on the floor?" asked one of the teachers as she approached the
stockroom door a minute later.

"I dread to think," replied one of her colleagues shaking her head whilst
carefully stepping around the puddle of David's cum, "best leave it for the
cleaners to deal with!" she added, more anxious to get home after an
exhausting day than to bother investigating how it came to be there.