Room Service

12. Reunited

His cleaning tasks completed, a flushed-faced Mike was led by Vinesh to the changing room attached to the pool complex located at the rear of the hotel, where he discovered Rajan and the porter awaiting them.

Now smelling sweetly and wearing a fresh waiter’s uniform, the youngster rose to his feet when they arrived but avoided looking either of them in the eye. Mike guessed the lad was as much in his mentor’s bad books as he was himself after being caught fraternising with one of the male guests – something that could jeopardise both of their positions if it came to the attention of the management.

Even more so, since his protégé had not just been fucked by the customer in the privacy of his hotel room but also stripped, spanked and humiliated in a number of locations around the premises – including one in which his slutty behaviour had been caught on a security camera! All as a result of him getting drawn into a wager for a paltry amount of money, in yet another breach of hotel rules, which he then proceeded to lose, no less than three times!

On top of that, the lad had permitted the guy to record his humiliation on video, opening up the risk of clips of him being posted on on-line porn sites across the globe once the guest was out of the country. So little wonder, Vinesh had acted swiftly to intercept him and confiscate the video footage he had taken of his protégé before he left the premises!

However, with the pics now in the security chief’s possession, the situation was reversed and he was the now the one in fear of losing his job and having humiliating images of himself posted on the internet! But, despite wracking his brains, he could come up with no way out of his current predicament other than to do as he was told and hope Rajan might intercede on his behalf to ensure he caught his plane home.

While Vinesh exchanged words with his friend the porter, Rajan surreptitiously raised his eyes to take a sideways glimpse at Mike, not least because of the strong smell of urine that was emanating from him. Shocked at seeing the white businessman naked but for a soiled sweat towel and smeared with dirt, guilt provoked him to explain his actions.

“Sorry, sir,” he whispered apologetically, “but after you closed the door on me, I discovered the bag with my uniform in it was missing!”

“I begged the guy collecting the laundry to give it back to me,” he added when Mike made no response, “and he would have done, but we couldn’t find it among all the others before I was spotted by a porter pal of my uncle’s, who called him up to tell him he’d found me wandering around naked on the 13th floor!”

“That’s him standing by the door,” he nodded resentfully, “I think my uncle’s offered him a share of your money so he’ll keep quiet about it and help him get his own back on you.”

“That figures!” Mike cursed under his breath, “Trust me to pick the toy boy of one of the hotel managers to seduce!”

“Hush!” Vinesh interrupted, before either of them could say any more, returning from the changing room entrance after stationing his henchman by the door to ensure they would not be interrupted. 

“Take off the towel and face the wall with your hands on your head!” he barked at Mike before turning his attention back to the youngster.

“Take this!” he added to his protégé, handing him a shortened bamboo “lathi” commonly used by police officers to beat rioters or subdue belligerent prisoners, “You’re going to give lover boy here the spanking he deserves, while I take pictures!”

While Vinesh grinned, Rajan reluctantly took the truncheon from him and tested out its impact on the palm of his opposite hand. His mentor, meanwhile, backed away to give him room to manoeuvre and switched on the cam.

“Bend over, spread your legs and put your hands palms-down on the bench!” he called out to Mike, who as he changed positions, caught a glimpse of the porter taking his cock out of his pants and start pulling on it!

As he did as he was told, Mike couldn’t help bringing to mind a scene from an Indian movie he had recently watched on-line, in which two gay lovers had been stopped by the police after being caught kissing in the street. Rather than arresting them, the officers bundle them into the back of a car and drive them to a remote location, where they beat, strip and gang-rape them before letting them go, after threatening to do it again, should they dare make a complaint against them.

To his shame, he had wanked-off over the rape scene repeatedly. Now it looked as though he was about to experience something similar, with himself as the victim, he doubted he would find it quite so enjoyable! Preparing himself for the worst, he braced his muscles and held his breath.

“First take aim, by positioning it on his rump!” Vinesh directed Rajan, who quickly complied with his instructions despite his misgivings, “That’s a good lad! Now take it back and hit him with it as hard as you can!”

Torn between the pity he felt for Mike and his need to comply with his uncle’s wishes, the infatuated waiter compromised by hitting his idol so gently that he barely flinched.

“Harder!” Vinesh immediately demanded, “Much harder!”

“Or, do I have to demonstrate on your own ass, before you get the hang of it?” he added more threateningly, when Rajan hesitated yet again.

To assure him this was not necessary, the youngster speedily landed a second blow on Mike’s ass, considerably harder than the first one, followed by another, that was harder still.

This time Mike felt the pain immediately and let out an involuntary gasp after each hit.

“That’s more like it!” Vinesh chortled in approval, “Get him to call out the number of blows after each one as well!”

“Four!” Mike called out without need of Rajan asking, then quickly tightened his buttocks in preparation for receiving number five.

Rajan steadied his weapon over its target once more and noticed his former master’s flawless white buttocks were already blushing pink where his previous blows had landed, only to then inflict his hardest blow yet on his ass.

“Excellent!” Vinesh commended, when Mike’s tally had reached twenty, stepping forward to fondle the red stripes that now adorned his butt and capture close-ups of them on video.

“Part your ass cheeks to show me your hole,” he then added, upping his defeated love rival’s humiliation still further by spitting into his crack and slowly running his forefinger around its pink perimeter while Rajan looked on guiltily, excited by what he was witnessing, despite himself. 

Mike’s ass was tight, Vinesh noted, guessing he hadn’t been fucked in quite a while.

“Come closer!” he demanded of his protégé, as he abruptly plunged his digit up Mike’s ass and wiggled it about until he made him squirm.

“You want to fuck him?” he asked confidingly after noticing the waiter’s cock tenting out the front of his pants, as a result of his lack of any underwear. 

Sniggering when he was slow to reply, he prised a second finger up Mike’s ass alongside the first and began sliding them in and out as the youngster watched, to make him squirm even more.

“I will if you want me to,” Rajan replied dry mouthed, surprised to find himself excited by the sight of the guy he doted on being humiliated by his boss.

“Maybe later!” Vinesh laughed, “Once Anil and myself are done with him!”

“But for now, you can have the pleasure of opening him up more for me… by shoving the lathi up his ass, while I record you doing it!” 

* * * * *

When, after a couple of minutes trying, Rajan failed to prise the end of the truncheon up Mike’s butt, despite his boss yelling at him to push back against it, the former policeman called his henchman across from the doorway to take over.

“Give the lathi to Anil, while you take the camera!” he told the youngster, “But make sure you keep our faces out of the pictures!” 

Before instructing the porter to take over where Rajan had failed, Vinesh sat down on the bench in front of Mike, opened up his pants and directed his head down to his groin, where his own cock was struggling to escape the confines of his underwear.

“Take it out and suck it again!” he demanded, “But first-off, lick my balls while Rajan takes pictures!”

As a chastened Mike hastened to do as he was told and the waiter obediently recorded his submission on video, at his other end he felt the porter prise open his hole with his fingers and with far greater force than Rajan had used, commence inserting the lathi ever deeper up his ass.

Once the waiter had captured on camera the spectacle of the businessman being spit-roasted on his boss’s dick at one end and by the bamboo lathi at the other, Vinesh gave Anil the nod to remove it from Mike’s ass so he could return it to its more customary use.

“Give me back the camera and bend over the bench opposite, like a good little boy!” he told Rajan, “Anil’s going to demonstrate how a proper beating’s done!”  

After swallowing hard, the waiter handed the camera back to his boss and positioned himself as he’d demanded. He’d known he was likely to be punished for his disloyalty to his mentor, but was upset that, for the first time, he had decided to involve one of his underlings in administering it.

Mike meanwhile, was instructed to get down on his knees and keep his head down so it didn’t get in the way of Vinesh capturing pictures of his traitorous protégé receiving the beating he so richly deserved.

After tucking the lathi under his arm, the porter proceeded to mould Rajan into the required position. Then reached around him to unfasten his uniform pants from the rear and gleefully yank them downwards. As the lad wore no underwear, he was left bare all the way down to his ankles. 

“Okay Anil, now show him how it’s done!” his boss demanded, homing in on Rajan’s ass as his henchman lay the lathi over its target to take aim.

With a grin on his face, the porter drew back the rigid bamboo cane and brought it down with brutal force on the youngster’s defenceless ass. As he reeled from the pain, his vengeful master called out “One!” in sadistic satisfaction. After two more blows the waiter’s previous sexual excitement had vanished and after “Six!” his cock had shrunk to being little bigger than that of a mouse.

However, despite the mounting pain, Rajan was determined not to give his tormentors the satisfaction of reducing him to tears, and followed Mike’s example by tensing the muscles of his buttocks and clamping his mouth tight shut – his punishment somehow made more bearable through knowing he was not suffering it alone.

Once Anil had landed a dozen blows on Rajan’s ass, Vinesh told him to stop and switch his target to that of his seducer, after which he gave him carte blanche to flit unpredictably from one culprit’s ass to the other so that neither one of them knew who would be hit next, until both of their arses were aglow.

As their upturned buttocks turned an ever-darker shade of red, to his annoyance neither of them resorted to begging for an end to their punishment, however hard Anil brought the lathi down on their, now raw, backsides.

Perhaps one of the other means of degrading them he’d dreamed up as he’d watched the security cam footage of them fucking by the side the pool would do the trick?

To be continued...