Room Service

18. The Shopping Trip

When Rajan fell silent after he’d finished his breakfast, Mike guessed the cause of his sullenness was less the hostile stares his soiled overalls had generated from the other guests as he’d helped himself to the buffet beside them, but the uncertainty surrounding his future. So, once he’d drunk his third cup of tea of the morning, he decided it was time to address the subject head-on.

“If you’re going to join me in the UK, we’ll have to sort out a visa for you. So, the sooner we find out about all the hoops and hurdles you have to jump through to get one from the British Embassy the better!”

“I already checked it out on-line, sir,” Rajan confessed, leaving Mike wondering, when? “It can take up to three weeks after you apply to get a decision. Plus, you need a sponsor who lives in the UK to vouch for you and have to pay a £100 fee.”

“If you want it sooner, you have to pay an extra £500!” he added dolefully, “That’s over sixty thousand rupees in total!”

“I guessed it wouldn’t be straightforward!” commented Mike, though he had not expected the premium for a fast-tack visa application to be quite so costly!

“We’d best set the wheels in motion straight away in that case – using my laptop,” he proposed, thanking the cute head waiter for the attentive service as they left, then escorting Rajan to the lift and back up to the 19th floor.

After visiting various sites on the internet, it fast became clear that the most economical option was for the youngster to fly to the UK tourist class after Mike had left, and book himself into a cheap hotel while he waited for his visitor’s visa to be processed.

Looking forward to having Rajan’s company for months at a time, Mike happily agreed to be his sponsor and stump-up the money to cover his visa, hotel stay and flights, confident he would derive benefits far in excess of his outlay from the youngster, once he was ensconced in his home and at his beck and call 24 hours a day. He also realised that agreeing to finance the deal would strengthen his hold over the lad during the rest of his stay in India and allow him to accelerate the process of inducting him into his dual role as his sexual plaything and domestic servant.

Once the visa application was out of the way, Mike realised that with them both now freed from the pressures of work, he had the opportunity to explore Mumbai at a far less frenetic pace than the whistle-stop sight-seeing tours he had experienced to date, plus the additional advantage of having the youngster on-hand to act as both his interpreter and guide.

With half their morning already gone, and him still feeling jaded from the chaotic events of the last two days, after checking the list of “Top Visitor Attractions” on his laptop Mike proposed a trip to the Mumbai Zoo. This went down well with Rajan, as he had never had the time or the money to visit it before and, due to its central location, he suggested combining it with doing some clothes shopping, so Mike wouldn’t have to wear the same outfit for the rest of the week.

Now without a driver, he consulted Rajan on how best to get to the zoo from the hotel and he suggested they travel there by public transport, so he got to see life in Mumbai from a resident’s perspective. Mike agreed, with the caveat that if walking around town in the afternoon heat proved too uncomfortable, the lad would negotiate rides with tuk-tuk drivers on his behalf, so he wasn’t ripped-off by them, like all the other tourists were!

Wanting to take his camara with him to record the highlights of their outing, he first removed and backed-up the raunchy video footage Vinesh had taken of them and replaced it with a blank disk, then added it to the memory stick containing that which he’d recorded of Rajan. He then locked it away in the room safe, along with his laptop and other valuables and made sure he chose a memorable combination of numbers so he would be able to open it again!   

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To ensure the lad was constantly reminded that he was now his slave, rather than let him wear some of the clothes he’d brought with him, Mike insisted he remain in his overalls for the duration of their trip.

By now, growing used to the stares his outfit generated, he calmly led his master through the hotel foyer and out into the street to find the nearest bus stand. Only to be brought to a halt outside a barber’s shop that they walked past on route and directed to go inside.

“We don’t want anyone recognising you before you get to leave the country!” he explained to Rajan as they entered, who until that moment had thought Mike was after getting a haircut for himself, “So you’re going to have a buzz-cut, I’m afraid!”

When the lad looked at him blank-faced, he clarified what he meant by adding, “Get your hair cut very short, all over!”

Taken by surprise, after being ushered into his seat by the barber, Rajan slumped down in the chair and eyed his head of silky, raven-black head-hair mournfully in the mirror. Then after heaving a heavy sigh, he reluctantly explained to the barber the type of haircut that was required.

In reality, Mike knew that in a city the size of Mumbai, the odds of the youngster being recognised in the street by anyone who knew him were pretty slim – with or without him having a haircut! However, the thought of complementing the body hair removal he’d specified he undertake each morning with trimming his head hair too, turned him on big time!

He’d read in his guidebook that shaving your head in Hinduism was supposed to “remove one's ego and sense of arrogance and vanity, in order to replace it with a new sense of responsibility, positive energy and humility”. So, a perfect means of reinforcing the subordinate role he had in mind for Rajan, as well as giving him an early taste of what it was like to be owned!

Despite being happy with his hairstyle the way it was, as Mike’s demand followed so closely after he’d agreed to pay for his visa, hotel stay and airfare to England, the youngster felt he had little option but to comply with his wishes. But at the same time, as the barber went about his business and he watched his curls fall down to his shoulders, he felt his cock begin to stir beneath the smock.

Five minutes later, his master paid the barber with a big grin on his face and after running his hand affectionately over his companion’s close-cropped scalp, steered the shell-shocked lad out of the shop to resume their journey.

After buying a Chalo card for his master and topping-up his own at the shop next door, they were only kept waiting a few minutes before the bus they were after pulled up. In the mini-stampede that followed, Rajan pushed on first to lay claim to some seats, whilst Mike politely let others go ahead of him, before re-joining the youngster at the rear of the bus, where he had secured an empty double seat to enable them to sit side by side.

Once they had settled in and the bus had pulled away, the thoughtful lad proceeded to explain to his master that they could save time and “kill two birds with one stone” by fitting in their proposed clothes-buying trip around their visit to the zoo.

“If we go to the tailors’ shop to get you measured up before we visit the zoo, sir, there’s a good chance they will be stitched by the time we leave,” Rajan advised him.

“Wow! That’s what I call service!” Mike exclaimed in response, “Sure, let’s go shopping first in that case!” he readily agreed, then settled down in his seat and cast his eyes over the diverse array of passengers surrounding them.

In doing so, he noticed several of them blatantly staring at him, from which he gathered that white guys using the buses was still a bit of a rarity in Mumbai. In contrast the lad’s drastic hair-cut and soiled overalls seemed to pass without comment, not least because a number of other male passengers were also dressed in their workwear. Ignoring the stares, he directed his gaze out of the window instead.

But Mike soon grew bored with the sight of the slow-moving traffic and block after block of high-rise apartments juxtaposed with the squalid, make-shift, homes of the city’s most recent migrants and the occasional tethered goat or meandering cow. Finding his presence now seemed to have been accepted by those surrounding them, he turned to examine the youngster sitting next to him and contemplate the extra vulnerability he had gained as a result of his haircut.

Opting not to risk overtly displaying his affection for his companion by running his hand over his scalp a second time, he decided instead to surreptitiously slide his left hand beneath his backside as a means of making his journey more interesting.

Quickly catching on to what his Mike was after doing, the youngster pretended to peer out of the window while he raised his rear-end from his seat so his master could insert his whole hand beneath him. After briefly fondling his buttocks from below, Mike began to force the coarse fabric of the overalls into the cleft between them until one of his fingers was rubbing up against the circumference of his hole.

Embarrassed, but also turned on, by what his master was doing to him in such a public place, yet again Rajan found it impossible to prevent his cock from rising and, as he was sans underwear, to gradually tent out the front of his overalls. However, when he attempted to hide his excitement from view with his hands, Mike turned toward him and brushed them away, indicating with a stern look they were not to be replaced!

As time went by, Mike grew frustrated at being denied access to Rajan’s bare flesh, so was elated when he discovered a tear in the seam dividing the overalls’ seat (which may have explained why they’d been discarded) just big enough for him to prise a fingertip through.

It didn’t stay that size for long however! Within minutes Mike was able to thrust his whole finger through it and, aided by Rajan shuffling his ass from side to side, quickly succeeded in thrusting a second digit in beside it. After that, the stitches gave way more readily until the breech became large enough for his master to squeeze his whole hand inside the seat of the lad’s overalls.

As a result, the youngster not only spent most of their staccato journey sporting an erection visible to the ever-changing sea of passengers standing beside him, but with a face flushed red from a mix of sexual excitement and embarrassment!

His master meanwhile, enjoyed the rest of his journey into town happily finger-fucking the lad in plain sight, and became even more delighted when a stain of pre-cum appeared through the material covering the tip of his penis and proceeded to grow ever larger in size as his fucking progressed!

Fortunately, few of the passengers standing nearby gave the lad’s crotch much attention, apart from one older guy who stuck around watching their antics for some time, despite seats becoming empty elsewhere. Having deduced what was going on from Rajan’s glowing cheeks and irregular breathing, he gave the youngster a wide grin followed by wink, after which he noticed his admirer’s crotch was as swollen as his own!

Once he established eye-contact, the guy used every sideways movement of the bus to thrust his cloaked manhood into the youngster’s face, as though, if he did it often enough, he might be persuaded into taking it out of his pants and sucking it, regardless of how many people might be watching!

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The pair eventually got off the bus in a commercial district a short walk away from the zoo and Mike got himself measured-up in a tailor’s shop. After which he ordered himself a formal business suit, to replace the one he’d lost, and a variety of shirts, selecting the material for both from the vast array of cloth on display, plus a selection of off-the-peg casual clothes, for what Rajan assured him was a bargain price.

After leaving the delighted shop owner with a sizable deposit, the pair left to continue their journey to the zoo on foot.

“Best try them on when we get back to check they fit you, “Rajan advised, “as sometimes they fob you off with ready-made ones if they don’t finish them in time”. 

“Okay, will do!” Mike replied, grateful for the tip, but with the seed of another means of publicly humiliating the lad now germinating in the back of his mind as a result of the suggestion.

Only for him to then be distracted by the display in front of a hardware shop a few strides later and insisting Rajan accompany him inside to view their wares.

“Ah! Here they are!” Mike exclaimed when he rounded a corner at the rear of the premises and stumbled across an array of pet-related items, which included a display of dog collars and leashes.

“That one looks big enough for you! But best try it on!” he demanded of the youngster after spotting a thick black faux leather one, studded with spikes, for a modest price.

After glimpsing around to check no one was watching, Rajan obediently fastened it around his neck, what choice did he have?

“Looks good on you!” Mike commented gleefully, “Don’t take it off yet!” he added when the lad immediately made a move to remove it.

“I may as well buy you a leash as well, as they seem pretty cheap here too!”

To add to the lad’s embarrassment, he then attached one of the leashes to the collar he was wearing.

“You best get down on your knees to check it’s long enough!” he added, then waited straight-faced, for the youngster to comply…

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In contrast, the pairs’ visit to the zoo was relatively uneventful sex-wise, with Mike enjoying sharing his (limited) zoological knowledge with the youngster, and capturing video footage of several animals he had not encountered quite so close-up before. Meanwhile, Rajan regressed to the age of a schoolboy and, once let loose, went about billing and cooing over cute-looking baby animals, being awed by the larger ones and cowering away from the more fearsome beasts on display as they growled at him or charged at the fencing separating them, seemingly intent on either eating or mating with him!

After a late lunch in the zoo’s cafeteria, Mike visited the outdoor toilet block accompanied by Rajan, and upon finding it deserted, again caught the lad completely by surprise by demanding he remove his clothes so he could video him down on all fours, modelling the dog collar and leash he’d bought for him.

Worried that someone might come in at any minute, but also instantly aroused, after a quick look round, the lad stepped out of the sandals and removed the overalls, whilst Mike set about fastening the collar around his neck.

“Down on your knees!” he demanded, after attaching the leash and switching on the camera.

Once he had captured pictures of Rajan crawling around the urine-redolent concrete floor to add to the ones he had taken of the other animals at the zoo, immodestly displaying their bare backsides to allcomers, he upped his humiliation still further by having him lie down on his back with his paws in the air while he stroked his belly!

After hearing youthful voices growing louder outside, Mike shut off his camera and motioned Rajan to get dressed as speedily as possible, while he stood in the entrance to prevent anyone from entering. With the collar and leash stowed away in his overall pockets, the pair made a timely exit, just seconds before a party of schoolboys took over the facilities.

They’d had a close shave, Rajan realised, as he soberly accompanied his master to the exit, knowing that as long as Mike continued to get away with it, further public humiliation was likely to come his way at any moment, however risky the location might be.

He had raised no objections so far, partly due to his need to demonstrate his unquestioning obedience to his capricious master and partly due the sexual thrill he got from his public debasement, which had led to him becoming fully erect within moments of him receiving his master’s instructions.

But if Mike misjudged the situation, he realised he was the one who would have to deal with any adverse consequences resulting from his actions. He had managed to extricate him from the jam he’d got them in at the hotel but there was no guarantee he would be able to rescue him so easily next time! So, although the thought of it excited him immensely and part of him felt liberated by being freed from taking personal responsibility for his actions, Rajan resolved to challenge his master’s demands if he felt the risks were too great, regardless of his defiance jeopardising their future together.

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It didn’t take long before his resolve was put to the test, when Mike came up with yet another means of humiliating him, though thankfully one that didn’t involve risky public nudity – at least not initially!

“Hold on!” he called out to him, as they headed back to the tailors to retrieve his order, “Let’s call in here first!”

After looking up and seeing a shop window filled with a display of brightly coloured saris, the lad’s heart sank!

“Tell them I’m looking for a present to take home for my wife,” he instructed as he pushed open the door and ushered the youngster into the shop ahead of him, “and wondered if they sell silk panties, as well as saris?”

“In your size!” he then added, in a stage whisper.

Five minutes later, they left the shop carrying a pair of silk knickers parcelled up in a tiny designer-label bag, which had been recommended by a mature sari-clad female shop assistant who clearly saw through their lies but wasn’t fussy about who her sales bonus came from.

After overhearing Mike’s words, she had given him a conspiratorial grin as she had sized up his young overall-clad companion with her practised eyes, having already noted the damp patch around the crotch and the tear in their rear as he had entered the building. She had picked out an especially diaphanous silvery white pair with a lacy fringe for him that would contrast beautifully with his dark brown skin and show off his shapely ass to perfection.

Not quibbling about the inflated price, as he’d no doubt been expected to do, Mike had promptly handed over his credit card to her and made himself a friend for life!

Not having the effrontery to ask if Rajan could try them on in the shop, after they arrived at the tailors, he had the lad strip off and model the knickers for him in the, otherwise deserted, fitting room, whilst he tried on his made-to-measure clothes to make sure they fitted.

More than satisfied with his new attire and excited by the sight of the, hair-bereft, youngster cavorting around the fitting room in just a pair of skimpy silk knickers, before he paid the balance of his bill, Mike took the liberty of making use of the facilities to do what he had been aching to do for some time – namely fuck the shit out of the sexy youngster who had so eagerly carried out his bidding throughout the day, however outrageous his demands might be!

However, he drew the line at rewarding the youngster by permitting him to cum when he was done, as he was looking forward to having the pleasure of clandestinely edging him on their lengthy bus journey back to the hotel, beneath the plethora of bags containing his purchases.

To be continued...