Room Service

15. Carpeted

When they resumed their journey, Ashok insisted Mike continue kneeling naked in the seatless space beside him, but rather than have him take his cock in his mouth, this time, demanded he bend over with his face pressed down to the musty scrap of carpet, displaying his reddened buttocks and now cum-leaking hole.

Still hoping to reach the airport in time to catch his plane, Mike had opted not to protest when Ashok had invited the two truck drivers to watch whilst he had set about fucking him – though he began to have second thoughts about it when he noticed one of them take out his mobile phone to capture his deflowerment on video and the other take out his cock in readiness to fuck him next!

But if he had complained, he doubted the threesome would have taken much notice of him, on the grounds that anyone travelling in a car naked and sporting a spanked arse could only expect bystanders armed with a mobile phone to take snapshots of him!

Never having come across a submissive white guy before – at least not one stripped naked and sucking his Indian driver’s dick in the front of his cab – they’d jumped at the chance of fucking him themselves, despite him still stinking of piss and Ashok demanding they each hand over a fistful of rupee notes in exchange for the privilege.

Clearly, they were feeling pretty horny, or didn’t have much time to spare, as once they had handed over their money, there was not much by way of foreplay, just a brutal mouth and ass fucking which succeeded in bringing both of them to a successful climax within a matter of minutes.

Totally humiliated, stinking of the gutter, with his ass now impregnated with three more loads of macho Indian guys’ spunk, and aware that his rape had been recorded on video to be traded and posted wherever the truckers pleased afterwards, Mike felt he had reached a new low point in his sexual history. However, part of him couldn’t help thinking he had only got what he deserved in return for the callous way he had treated Rajan.

But alongside these feelings of guilt, another part of him, still revelled in having seduced and humiliated the innocent young Indian lad, left him penniless and disowned by his mentor and completely at the mercy of the besotted porter who wouldn’t hesitate to thrash him with the lathi should he ever dare defy him or his uncle, ever again.

Once they rejoined the highway, Ashok continued to amuse himself at Mike’s expense by pinching and fondling his reddened buttocks as he drove along and, after switching on the radio, began singing along to his favourite Indi-pop hits and commenced slapping his prostrated passenger’s ass in time to the beat.

Chuckling when he let out a moan in response to every blow he landed, he reached between his legs to gather up his genitals in his fist so he could torment them too. Only to discover that as a result of his horny thoughts and mounting sexual frustration, Mike’s cock had begun to stiffen.

After that, he went to town, alternately squeezing his balls, slapping his cock and arse and sliding one or more of his fingers in and out of his trebly-fucked hole, not just to the accompaniment of the music, but to a chorus of whimpers from his despairing hostage.

When he only got harder in response, Ashok gleefully yanked down his foreskin and interspersed his blows, with edging him ever closer to climax as he drove him along.

* * * * * * *

After bringing him to the cusp of orgasm for a third time, Ashok abruptly withdrew his hand from his dick to manoeuvre the cab off the highway and a couple of minutes later, brought it to a halt.

Suspecting he would be told-off otherwise, Mike continued to keep his head down to the floor but couldn’t help wondering what lay in store for him next. But, when his driver got out of the cab and walked around to open up the trunk, he risked raising his head to window height to take a look around outside.

One glance was sufficient to tell him they were not at the airport terminal which, given his state of undress and sexual arousal, was probably for the best, but parked down a shady alley between two industrial-looking buildings with, thankfully, no sign of any activity or anyone passing by.

“Get out!” Ashok demanded after yanking open the side door, plainly irritated by his passenger’s curiosity and unauthorised change of position.

Hoping he might have parked there so he could change into some spare clothes he had stored in the trunk before he dropped him off, Mike did as he was told. Only to have his driver thrust his hand-luggage at him the moment he straightened up.

“Time for you to pay fare!” he announced ominously.

“I haven’t any cash left, I’m afraid,” Mike blurted out, “I was forced to give it all to the porter who caned my ass and stole my shoes!”

“No worry,” Ashok assured him with a grin, no doubt tipped-off about his predicament by his pal in advance, “You pay me with credit card.”

As Mike was about to suggest the same thing himself, despite doubting the cabby would be equipped to take his payment in this way, he kept quiet, leaving Ashok to explain, “You pay friend with card for fare, plus clothes and carpet, then he give me cash.”

So, he was obliged to purchase a carpet in addition to his fare as the ransom for his safe passage to the airport, the businessman reflected ruefully, as he opened up his bag and extracted his credit card from his wallet. Since he’d considered spending his leftover Indian cash on buying one anyway, he thought himself lucky to be let off so lightly!

After finding his wallet, passport and other valuables untouched inside his bag, Mike heaved a sigh of relief thinking, just maybe, he would make it home unscathed after all. But would he also get to choose the type of rug he wanted, he wondered?

“Plus, extra charge for fucking you!” Ashok added with an even wider grin, noticing his naked passenger’s inflamed nipples for the first time and grabbing hold of them.

With his credit card in one hand and his bag in the other, Mike was in no position to ward off the cab driver’s advances as he mimicked milking him by slowly twisting each of their tender tips between his fingernails, smirking when his dick ratcheted upwards a further notch in response.

He’d been wondering why Ashok hadn’t questioned him about how he was going to pay for his fare – now all was becoming clear! This way, in addition to his driver’s fee, he would also get a commission from the carpet vendor for the sale. No doubt he’d be charged an inflated price for both, plus whatever they decided to add for the clothes and his fucking! But whatever the total came to, he would happily pay it, if it meant he was able to reach the airport in time for his flight.

“I give clothes inside!” Ashok promised off-handedly, after finally letting go of his tits and closing the cab door, snatching the credit card from Mike’s hand and thrusting it into his trouser pocket.

After taking the bag back from him and hooking it over his shoulder, he set off walking down the side of the building at a brisk pace, leaving Mike to follow him as best he could: barefoot, naked, erect, and still stinking of urine, with his reddened ass betraying his recent spanking and his tortured tits standing out more prominently than ever from his pallid chest.

* * * * * * *

After turning a corner and suddenly finding himself only a short distance from the highway, Mike hurriedly followed Ashok through a door at the front of the building and into an office-cum-showroom, which, thankfully, appeared to be deserted.

Although containing little more than a couple of desks and a few chairs, it was cavernous, as these were surrounded by rack upon rack of carpet samples, beyond which he could hear the sound of heavy machinery hammering away in the background, no doubt busy producing the products displayed.

“Use toilet to clean up, while I find friend!” Ashok directed, pointing him toward a grubby internal door marked PRIVATE, “But no wanking-off! Or I spank your ass some more when I get back!” he threatened. He then walked off to seek out his mate, knowing with Mike’s bag and credit card in his possession, there was little chance of him running away without paying for his services (as some of his rides had a habit of doing).

Had he stuck around any longer, Mike would happily have kissed the squat taxi driver to show him his gratitude for giving him the opportunity to finally wash away Vinesh and Anil’s stale piss from his body and expel the copious amounts of semen that had accumulated inside his rectum before presenting himself at the airport!

Although pretty basic, there was a sink, soap and paper towels provided in the washroom in addition to the two toilet stalls and, like the office, the place was completely empty. There was also a mirror, in which Mike examined the state of his body to assess the extent of the task ahead of him.

Once he’d flushed away his tormentors’ unwelcome spunk down the toilet bowl, he peered over his shoulder to check the state of his rear and discovered the stripes left by the lathi had not diminished any, but as a result of Ashok’s taste in music and sadistic leanings, had merged into one another to form a large deep-red circle on each buttock.

After heaving a weary sigh, he set about soaping himself up to get rid of the stink of urine that pervaded the whole of his body. This took several minutes of repeated rubbing and washing off before he finally dried himself with several handfuls of paper towels and inspected the result of his efforts in the mirror. Given clothes to cover up his injuries, his bedraggled appearance would probably raise a few eyebrows at the check-in desk and passport control – but it would have to do!

However, when Mike put his head round the toilet door, he found the office still deserted. Noticing a punch-clock attached to the wall beside the door they had entered by, with a rack of a twenty or so time cards beside it, he walked across to check out the time.

There was barely an hour left now before his plane was due to take-off!

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he began cursing, yet again, unsure whether after Ashok’s lengthy drive they were now closer or further away from their destination, but doubting he would make it in time unless, through some stroke of luck, his flight happened to be delayed.

As if to confirm that his run of good luck had definitely come to an end, when he glanced up he noticed a CCTV security camera pointing down at him and realised that not only had his arrival and his current naked state had been captured on video but he was, likely as not, being watched at that very moment!

Seconds later he heard the sound of voices approaching, chuckling and chatting in the local language and then Ashok emerge from the warehouse with a mug of tea in his hand, with his bag still slung over his shoulder.

“Here he is!” he called out in English to confirm he had been talking about him, as two slender, hairy-chested Indian guys wearing dirty open-necked overalls, with what looked like little else on beneath them, followed him into the foyer.

Caught hovering beside the clock with his back to the wall, Mike instinctively attempted to protect his modesty from the two strangers (and the camera) by cupping his genitals in his hands.

“Get over here and let my mates take a good look at you!” the taxi driver demanded, as Mike’s face flushed red with embarrassment.

“Hand on head! And turn around!” Ashok added, setting his tea down on one of the desks then yanking his captive’s arms away from his crotch when he was slow to comply.

Desperate for them to set off for the airport as soon as possible, Mike did as he was told in the hope of getting things over quickly, only to have the Indians burst into laughter when they spotted the red circles decorating his arse.

“He my slave,” Ashok boasted, “For right price, you can do whatever you like to him!” he said for the Englishman’s benefit, before reverting to the local language to continue their negotiations as the two warehousemen circled around him with grins on their handsome, moustachioed, faces.

Encouraged by the cabbie, they began fondling Mike’s raw tits and reddened buttocks and slid their slender fingers into his mouth and ass as though to test out the extent of his submission.

When the white guy’s cock began to stiffen in response they broke into peels of laugher and began to slap his dick around playfully, with the result that it rapidly became fully hard yet again.

Although he couldn’t understand a word of their conversation, Mike soon grasped that a haggling process was taking place, as after it ended, the warehousemen each handed Ashok a few crumpled rupee notes (an amount he guessed was worth little more than a couple of pounds).

“You going to buy carpet and they going to fuck you!” Ashok summarised with a grin as he tucked the notes away in his wallet alongside Mike’s credit card.

With his sale concluded, the cabbie picked up his tea, sat down on the sofa in the foyer and opened up the Indian tabloid newspaper that had been left lying on the coffee table in front of it.

“You have twenty minutes.” he warned his companions, before adding for Mike’s benefit, “Then I drive to airport.”

* * * * * * *

As the pair escorted Mike into the depths of the building, with his hands still placed submissively on his head, the sounds of machinery rattling away in the distance, became louder.

Eventually, they came to a halt in a, thankfully cool, corner of the warehouse, where the walls were lined with row upon row of up-ended rolls of carpet.

In what felt to Mike more akin to a clearing in the woods, he watched as the two hirsute Indians unravelled part of one of the rolls and lay it out flat over the concrete floor, then set about cutting off a length from it with sharp cutting knives and long metal rulers.

Presumably, this was the carpet he was supposedly buying, Mike mused, hardly the hand-woven Afghan one he’d had in mind! But his eyes were not focussed on the intricately patterned carpet, but on the bulges tenting out the crotches of the two warehousemen’s overalls and their shapely backsides, as they went about their business.

After replacing the roll, the excited pair cast off their footwear before treading on its pristine surface and leading Mike across to its centre with his cock standing out from his crotch harder than ever.

While he salivated in anticipation of what was about to come next, he switched his gaze from one to the other as each opened up the front of his overalls to reveal a hair-covered groin and a long, slender cock protruding horizontally from the front of it, in perfect proportion with their lean brown bodies.

As they slid their workwear off over their broad shoulders to unveil more of their deliciously tanned flesh, Mike was consumed with the same lust that had filled him on the previous evening, when he had parted the handsome young waiter from his clothes in the corridor outside his hotel room.

The two looked so similar to his eyes, that they could easily have been brothers, making it impossible for him to decide which of them he fancied the most! Eying their handsome moustached faces and shapely lips, he hoped at least one of them would allow him to kiss him before they were done.

But when the pair proceeded to step out of their overalls to reveal themselves fully, Mike knew immediately what he needed to do next. With all other thoughts banished from his mind, he prostrated himself at each man’s feet in turn and smothered them with kisses to signify the completeness of his surrender!

As the pair giggled good naturedly above him, he felt his buttocks being prised apart and a warm wet tongue being slid inside his battered hole, followed, once it had been lubricated with saliva, by a succession of slender, brown fingers being repeatedly inserted into his up-turned behind.

Meanwhile, at his other end, his companion raised Mike’s head from the floor so he could examine his flushed face more closely and after a planting kiss on his lips, to his delight, commenced gently tweaking his tits as he gradually inserted his tongue ever deep into his mouth.

In response, he willingly surrendered his own tongue to him and as they kissed ever more passionately, his mate moved on to ease his manhood between the cheeks of his reddened buttocks and slowly sink it fully home. Anxious to keep pace with his mate’s progress toward orgasm, the guy who’d been kissing him soon directed Mike’s head downwards to his groin.

Embracing the prospect of being spit-roasted by the deliciously sensuous couple, without a murmur, Mike took his shaft deep into his mouth and commenced sucking on it lovingly, eager to demonstrate the extent of his devotion to the two sex gods who had appeared from nowhere to provide an unforgettable climax to his first visit to India.

As he was fucked simultaneously at both ends at an accelerating pace, he became aware that the two gentle Indian guys he fancied so much were kissing and embracing each other above his head – a realisation that only succeeded in turning him on all the more.

As he felt the pair draw close to orgasm, he closed his eyes and fantasized about staying on and becoming their slave. Of being kept naked, at their beck and call night and day, to service their cocks and massage their beautiful brown bodies with his hands and tongue. Of being petted, fondled, fucked repeatedly and shown off and shared with their handsome friends…

Finally ready to embrace the sexually submissive role he had so steadfastly rejected prior to his trip to the subcontinent, as his fantasy went into overdrive, Mike tightened his lips and his ass muscles around his liberators’ respective cocks to excite them all the more.

After emitting a series of euphoric moans, both guys came inside him at almost exactly the same moment, triggering the humbled businessman’s cock to erupt in harmony with their own and soil his band new carpet with a deluge of his pent-up spunk, before it had even left the warehouse!

To be continued...