Room Service

16. At the Airport

Fortuitously, Ashok’s cab pulled up outside the international terminal just as Mike’s name was being called over the intercom asking him to report to the gate immediately, as his plane was about to depart!

Clutching his hand luggage to the soiled overall he had been given by his latest admirers, along with a pair of worn-out sandals, he headed off to the check-in desks to present his travel documents.

“You can keep the carpet!” he’d spat at Ashok, once he had placed his bag in his hands, not wishing to be encumbered by any other item of luggage, despite the outrageous amount of money he’d been charged for it and his warehouseman’s outfit by the carpet company.

 “Great!” the smart-ass cab driver fired back unphased, “I need a new piece for the front of the cab, as the old one stinks of piss!”

Needless to say, the fee he’d demanded for his driving services, which had included an additional charge for the “entertainment” he’d provided him with in the course of their journey to the airport, had been equally astronomical. However, the combined amount would hardly make a dent in the bonus he was expecting to receive from his boss as a result of the success of his India trip.

Ignoring the taunt, the businessman squeezed his way through the milling crowds in the direction of the check-in desks, raising a few eyebrows as he pushed past a mix of confused designer-clad and traditionally dressed Indians, who due to his attire, assumed he must be a workman of some sort, but at the same time couldn’t reconcile that with him being European.

He was just about to identify himself to the staff at the booths allocated his airline, when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“Hello sir!”

“Rajan!” Mike replied, having long-since reconciled himself to never seeing the young room service waiter, or his pictures, ever again, “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to check-in!” he explained with a smile, rising from his sitting position to approach him, “I’ve got something for you to take back to England with you.”

As he spoke, he opened up a small bag of his own, at the top of which was displayed Mike’s camera, a familiar bank-roll of Indian currency and a memory stick.

“Wow!” he replied, completely gob-smacked.

“I took them from Vinesh’s office,” Rajan confessed, “He can’t say I stole ‘em, as they weren’t his to start with!”

“Plus, I’m never going back there again!” he added with a determination Mike had not witnessed before, “To be bossed a round, fucked and beaten by Anil and my uncle whenever it suits ‘em!”

“Quite right too!” Mike concurred, genuinely moved by the youngster’s resolution to stand up for himself, but fearful he may not have thought through the implications.

“I don’t blame you for a moment! But what are you going to do for work and a place to stay?” he asked, knowing, from what the lad had confided with him the night before, that he was totally dependent on his job for both.

“I can find work in another hotel!” Rajan replied defiantly, “If you don’t want me to come back to England with you, that is…” he added, clearly identifying this as his preferred option.

Frankly amazed, that despite all the trouble he had caused for him, the youngster still had hopes that their relationship might continue beyond their single night of love making, Mike reached out to give him a comforting hug and would have awarded him a kiss on the lips too, were it not likely to add to the unwanted attention they were already receiving from the ground staff and passengers standing nearby.

With his thoughts going into overdrive, he led the youngster back to where he’d been sitting, where he noticed for the first time that in addition to his hand luggage, the waiter was toting a worn suitcase, presumably containing the rest of his worldly possessions.

Had the youngster even got a passport, let alone a visa, Mike wondered. Did he know how difficult it was for Indian nationals to get to visit the UK, let alone obtain the right to live there – unless they had an in-demand profession or shed loads of money?

Nevertheless, thrilled by his loyalty and willingness to risk everything to resume his role as his slave, he resolved to help him fulfil his ambition in whatever ways he could.

But first, he needed to think up a good reason to explain his lateness to the airline staff and postpone his flight home!

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“I was involved in an accident on the way to the airport, which is why I’m so late!” Mike explained to the check-in staff at the business class booth, as they scrutinised his ticket and passport especially carefully in response to his eccentric attire.

“My suitcase was destroyed and my clothes were ruined, which is why I’m dressed the way I am.” he added, attempting to stick as close to the truth as possible, without making claims that might provoke questions such as why he hadn’t reported his misfortunes to the police.

“I know it’s very last minute, but would it be possible to postpone my flight back to the UK so I have time to sort myself out before I leave the country? My visa’s valid for a whole year, I believe.”

“On this class of ticket, insurance for cancellation and postponement for any reason, prior to take-off, is included in the price.” she assured him suddenly more sympathetic, “However, I need to contact the aircrew immediately if you don’t intend to take up your seat, so they can set off!”

“Great!” Mike replied, heaving a huge sigh of relief that what he had thought was an insuperable problem had been overcome in a matter of minutes!

“You don’t have to book your return flight immediately” the airline rep added once she had confirmed with her colleagues onboard the plane that Mr Michael Wright wouldn’t be flying out that day, “Just let us know within the next few days, after you’ve consulted your employer and we’ll sort it out for you at no extra charge.”

“Okay!” Mike agreed eagerly, taking back his documents and securing them in his bag, alongside his other most precious possessions, namely the camera, the Indian cash and his memory stick, which he had relieved Rajan of immediately.

The lad had done him a huge favour he realised, as due to his actions he no longer had the threat of his own sex videos, or the much more humiliating ones Vinesh had captured of him, being posted on the internet or used to blackmail him into parting with even more of his hard-earned money once he was back home.

After talking with him further about his situation, Mike had discovered that the youngster was not as naïve as had first thought, as, for much of the last six months, he had been squirrelling away his tips to buy himself a passport to help him escape from his uncle’s clutches to somewhere his police pals wouldn’t be able to track him down.

The passport had been issued the previous month, so that all he’d lacked to implement his escape plan, was a suitable male guest, willing to rescue him from his life of drudgery and help him obtain a visa to enter his country of origin. He’d even set aside money to contribute toward the cost of his plane ticket, though he realised one to the UK would require a considerable amount more than he could currently afford.

Mike’s lewd wager had thus proved irresistible to him on three counts, firstly because he fancied him big-time, secondly because the sort of sex he was after fitted perfectly with his preference for playing the submissive role, plus, even if he wasn’t THE ONE, the extra cash would help boost his savings to finance his escape from his uncle sooner rather than later.

“I’ll need to consult my boss before I book a new flight home,” he confided with Rajan in return, “But with any luck, if I take it as annual leave, he’ll agree to me staying here for longer.”

“I’d best sort it out now,” he then added, picking up on Rajan’s anxiety, “Then I’ll know how long I need to book the hotel room for.”

Figuring it must be late morning in the UK, he called his office on his mobile phone and left a message to say he needed to stay a further week to follow up on some business contacts he had made. To his companion’s relief, his boss called him back more or less immediately to sanction him re-scheduling his return flight in a week’s time and even offered to pay for his accommodation.

“Well! That’s that sorted!” Mike exclaimed to Rajan with a grin, “An all-expenses paid, week-long holiday! Now, let’s sort out getting me some decent clothes to wear!”

“You anything in your bag that might fit me?” he asked, tongue in cheek, given the fate of the last set of Rajan’s clothes he’d been forced to squeeze into.

“I think we’ll have to go shopping, sir!” Rajan replied with a grin, “But, not to worry, you can get good quality clothes made to measure here very cheaply, to replace the ones you lost!”

“Would you permit me to stay with you for a few days, sir, while I find myself a new job?” Rajan asked, not daring to ask the bigger question about whether his idol might also invite him to accompany him back to England afterwards.

“Of course! After all you’ve done for me, how could I possibly refuse?” Mike grinned back, as keen for the handsome young waiter to resume his subordinate role as his sex slave as he appeared to be himself!

“Thank you so much sir!” a relieved Rajan replied, thinking his luck had finally changed for the better, “I will be forever in your debt!”

“Forget it!” Mike replied magnanimously, thinking of all the horny pics of Rajan he’d now be able to wank-off over when he got back home, then realising that with the youngster at his beck and call for another week, he’d have the opportunity to add many more to his collection before he left India!

“Time for us to celebrate!” he added picking up the waiter’s suitcase and leading him across the terminal to a café to toast their unexpected reunion with a much-needed cup of tea.

A week would also provide him with ample time to test out the sincerity of the youngster’s submission to him and act as a trial run for the long-term domestic servitude he had in mind for him should he relocate to England.

Over tea, he checked out five-star hotels located close to the airport on-line and booked a room for the night in the best of them.

Before leaving the terminal, he stopped to buy himself a set of casual clothes in his size from one of the boutiques with his credit card but opted not to change into them until after he’d taken a shower.

If truth be told, he was more than happy to continue to breathe in the heady scent of sweat, semen and saliva the handsome carpet cutters had coated him with in the course of their love making, and wear for longer, the overall and sandals that they had bestowed on him as parting gifts, as both were perfumed with their distinctly Indian masculine odours, to which he was fast becoming addicted.

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Mindful of the humiliating circumstances in which Rajan had last set eyes on him, and the wrecked state of his body due to the way he’d been trashed by Ashok and his pals, once they reached the hotel, Mike wasted no time reasserting his authority over his slave.

Now he had burnt his bridges with Vinesh, he had the lad all to himself, he realised, and despite having cum so many times in the last 24 hours, couldn’t help becoming excited by the prospect of having the stunningly beautiful youngster so utterly dependent on him.

“Take off your clothes!” he demanded, the second the wary porter had left them alone in their room, from whose attitude, he gathered mixed-race, same sex couples sharing a double bed in a hotel was still not a commonplace event in India, even in cosmopolitan Mumbai!

“Don’t speak!” he added, before Rajan had the chance to open his mouth, “Stand facing the window, with your hands on your head!” he instructed, as he tested out the king-sized mattress for comfort, sniggering when he noticed the youngster’s cock was already at the vertical, despite his own earlier traumas, as soon as he removed his underwear. As they had been allocated a room on the 19th floor, he doubted anyone outside would notice the youngster parading himself naked, especially given the light was already fading.

After switching on the bedside lamp, he scrutinised the youngster’s slender body from the rear, noting that, unlike those on his own ass, the welts Anil had inflicted on his backside had already faded considerably. Without pausing to wash away the sweat and bodily fluids bestowed on him by his two most recent admirers, he rose from the bed and set about fucking the youngster with a degree of violence intended to re-affirm his masculinity and the completeness of his ownership.

Not bothering to close the curtains, he pressed the naked Rajan up against the plate glass and reached around him to wrap a hand around his slender neck and slowly turn his head toward him until he could slide his tongue between his, already parted, lips. His other hand, he placed on the younger’s rump to fondle his smooth-skinned buttocks and proceeded to hold him in this contorted position with his arms still held submissively above his head while he gazed proprietorially into his yielding brown eyes. He belonged to him now, and he was free to do whatever he liked with him!

After an exchange of passion-filled kisses, Mike lowered his mouth to the lad’s chin to bite into it, then into each of his earlobes in turn. Even his nose didn’t escape being taken between his teeth and given a playful nip, before he kissed the tops of each of his eyelids and stuck out his tongue to lick his flushed cheeks, then thrust his tongue back inside his mouth to kiss him once again.

As he did so, he prised apart the lad’s ass-cheeks with his fingers and began gradually easing two of them inside his taut little butt hole to stretch its perimeter wider still, then commenced thrusting them in and out in sync with him sucking and sliding his tongue inside his mouth. After bringing his kisses to a conclusion, he rotated Rajan’s torso further toward him so he could lower his head to his chest to bite into each of his nipples as he continued to finger his ass and sink his two digits ever deeper inside his hole.

As the youngster bucked and squirmed, but made no attempt to fend him off, he managed to locate what he thought must be his prostate gland beneath his fingertips, which he then proceeded to massage to increase his excitement yet further, as he alternately feasted on his chest, face and lips.

He must have hit the right spot, as shortly after he began, the youngster lost all control of himself and after emitting a series of loud moans, emitted several salvos of spunk from the tip of his dick, to ornament the windowpane from top to bottom.

However, rather than reward the youngster for his most erotic display of submission to date, Mike cursed himself for failing to record the spectacle on video and opted instead to use his cumming without his permission as an excuse to up his humiliation still more.

“Who said you could cum?” he demanded, grabbing hold of Rajan by the ear and holding his face up against the cum-spattered glass.

“Lick it up!” he demanded.

Obediently, the crestfallen youngster stuck out his tongue.

“All of it!” Mike prompted, backing away to wrench the belt from the loops of the lad’s discarded pants and fold it in two, signalling that he intended to take his humiliation beyond merely eating his own cum.

“Now get up on the bed with your ass up in the air!” he demanded.

Despite knowing what lay in store for him, the lad meekly complied with his master’s wishes once again. What alternative did he have?

Without holding back, Mike then used the belt to land a series of stinging blows on the youngster’s ass, until it was glowing red once again and he was pleading with him for mercy.

That done, he fucked him with just a single gob of spit for lube, in the same brutal way the truck drivers had entered him, cumming inside him cathartically, in under a minute.

To be continued...