Room Service

19. Getting Even?

The following morning, Mike was viewing local tourist attractions on-line to decide how to spend the rest of their holiday, when it occurred to him to first check out the state of his finances. In particular, the transactions that had appeared on his credit card account since he’d last logged-on. What he discovered there sent him reeling.

The bills for his profligate use of room service and the minbar at his previous hotel had now come in, along with that for the presents he’d bought at its gift shop at inflated prices, which now nobody would be receiving! But nestling on top of these, he’d also discovered an amount that dwarfed the others which had been deducted from his account by the carpet company on Ashok’s instigation.

With his promise to fund Rajan’s visit to the UK and the cost of replacing his clothes and shoes still to come in (not to mention the cost of the lad’s silk knickers) the total would out-weigh any bonus he received as a result of his trip. As he hadn’t reported the theft of the contents of his suitcase to the police, he realised he wouldn’t be able to make a claim on his travel insurance either. That left him wondering, just two days into his extended stay, how he was supposed to finance their activities.

It could have been far worse, he realised, had he not managed to hang on to his expensive phone, laptop and camera and Rajan’s actions hadn’t removed the risk of him being blackmailed over the content of the videos. His boss had also unknowingly helped him out by agreeing to pay for his extra week at the hotel. But the idea of letting the guys responsible for his losses get away with it rankled him big-time!

He could report the payment to his credit card company as bring fraudulent – but since the company had supplied him with a carpet and Ashok had driven him to the airport, he could be seen as just quibbling about the price he’d been charged in retrospect. If he claimed he had been coerced into authorising the payment, the Indian police would again have to be informed, with the risk his sexual antics at the hotel might become known to his employer.

If it had been a lesser amount, and he’d already been back in the UK, he may well have let it go, but as it was far larger than he’d expected and he had time on his hands, he was determined to claw some of it back before he left the country and avenge the sexual humiliation that had been inflicted on himself and Rajan. But how to do so without running the risk of it happening all over again?

Now unable to think about anything else, while the collared and naked Rajan obediently sucked his dick beneath his desk, as part of his morning duties, he put his business brain to use working out a plan to re-coop his losses!

The first thing he did was check out the address of the carpet wholesaler who had billed him and was gratified to discover the warehouse was located only a short distance away from their hotel. After working out a walking route to get there, he then checked its opening hours. However, his plan was not to confront the manager who had helped Ashok to rip him off, but to re-establish contact with the kindly warehousemen who had been so keen on him.

Figuring his best chance of spotting them was after they’d clocked off for the day, he decided to make his visit at around closing time, taking Rajan with him for moral support and to act as interpreter, as he guessed their command of English was likely to be poor.

After informing Rajan of his role, he got him to memorise what he wanted him to say to them on his behalf, which, in business-like fashion, he summarised for him in three bullet points:

1.      Thank them for lending me the overall and sandals

2.      Say I want to invite them round to my hotel for drinks and a meal to show them my gratitude

3.      Tell them your name, ask them what they’re called and let me introduce myself.

“What do I tell them if they ask who I am to you?” Rajan had enquired, “Or why I’m wearing their old overalls?”

“Say it was just to catch their attention!” Mike replied, “As for what you call yourself, that’s up to you! If you’re not happy with sex slave, then maybe manservant or the Indian equivalent of fuck-buddy? Whatever you think fits best!”

“What if they ask me why you were naked and obliged to do whatever Ashok told you to when you last met?” Rajan fired back, irked that his master seemed intent on reducing his status in the eyes of the two warehousemen from the first moment they met.

“I don’t think they’ll be too worried about that!” Mike assured him, “As I’m pretty sure they’ll jump at the offer of free food and drinks and the chance of fucking me again, without having to pay Ashok this time round!”

Not letting on whether he intended to let the pair fuck him or not, Mike then closed his laptop and changed the subject.

“For the rest of the day we’re going to stick around the hotel to make the most of the facilities,” he announced, deciding he needed to economise, just in case his strategy didn’t work out as planned.

“So first let’s take a peek at what you’ve got stashed away in that suitcase of yours! I don’t suppose you have any swimming trunks or gym gear in there?”

There was neither, of course, so Mike ended up having him wear his underpants to make himself sufficiently decent to use the pool, whilst he manged to squeeze into one of the lad’s baggier pairs of shorts. With hotel towels draped over their shoulders, they then took the lift up to the sun-drench terrace on the roof of the building, where after watching a few planes take-off and land at the nearby airport, they had a pleasant swim, then lay down on loungers to sunbathe before moving into the shade provided by a clump of palm trees.

After a second dip in the pool to cool off followed by a sandwich lunch, Mike discovered Rajan had never visited a gym before, so had fun demonstrating the use of the equipment to the willowy youngster, whilst at the same time showing off his superior strength.

When the attendant left and they briefly found themselves alone, he couldn’t resist taking advantage of his absence by easing down the youngster’s pants and awarding him a surprise a kiss on the lips as he fondled his ass. A move which resulted in both of them being visibly erect beneath their skimpy attire when the guy returned barely two minutes later.

Not wanting to blot their copybook at the new hotel, like they had at the old one, the couple draped their towels around their waists and headed back to their room. However, upon finding themselves alone together in the lift, Mike couldn’t resist parting the lad form both his pants and towel and sharing several more kisses with him, before their smooching session was brought to an end by the carriage halting to admit new arrivals on the floor before their own.

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“That’s them!” Mike confirmed to Rajan, as he spotted the two guys who’d fucked him two days before leave the warehouse by its front entrance at just after 6pm. Dressed in civies for their journey home, the lad found himself the only one wearing work overalls, however this, combined with his master’s white face, succeeded in gaining the pair’s attention without any need to call out to them in front of their workmates.

After making eye contact, Mike gave them a nod in the direction of the deserted alley running down the side of the building and headed off there, followed by Rajan, leaving the curious couple to say goodbye to their pals and join them there a minute or so later.

“They’re called Sonu and Pandu and they’d be delighted to come back to the hotel with us!”  Rajan reported back to Mike, plainly proud that he’d remembered his script and negotiated the result his master was hoping for.

“Hello, again!” Mike then ventured, breaking into a relieved smile as he stepped forward to introduce himself by shaking both of their hands whilst repeating their names, to help him remember who was who.

Given the last time they had met he had been completely naked and sporting a reddened butt, he had feared they might wish to resume their sexually dominant role and continue humiliating him where they had left off.  However, his smart clothes and the offer of free food and drink in a posh hotel seemed to have put pay to that possibility! Plus, he had returned accompanied by a handsome young Indian boy who seemed to have captured their attention.

“Hello!” they both volunteered in reply, returning his smile along with a respectful shake of their heads from side to side as they did so, but then immediately switched their attention back to his companion.

“He very nice boy!” Pandu commended, awarding Rajan a pat on the head as if he were a well behaved eight-year-old, a comment Mike quickly realised was not merely a compliment on his choice of companion or his communications skills, but an indication that he fancied him!

“Yes, he is!” Mike agreed nonetheless, wondering where this was heading.

“He do whatever you say?” Sonu then added, spotting the hole Mike had created in the seat of the lad’s overalls and shoving an exploratory hand through it.

“Yes, he does!” Mike boasted, keeping his answers short so they would understand him, noticing Rajan gasp as his latest admirer quickly succeeded in locating his hole.

Having a hunch about what might be coming the lad’s way next and quite liking it, he raised no objections when Pandu then pulled open the zipper at the front of his workwear to expose his chest so he could tweak his nipples, making the lad gasp all the more.

After exchanging knowing grins with his workmate, Sonu removed his fingers from the lad’s arse and his hand from the tear, and the pair resumed speaking in their native tongue, addressing Rajan directly in a much more accusatory tone, leading Mike to deduce they were quizzing him about who was responsible for the damage to the clothing they had loaned him.

Realising he could hardly point the finger at his master, the youngster must have told them it was him, as to Mike’s amusement, Pandu immediately caught hold of him by the ear to bend him over, while his companion set about giving him a spanking!

When Mike made no move to interrupt them, but stood by watching with a big grin on his face, the pair assumed they had his blessing, so after pausing Rajan’s spanking, made a further demand on him in their mother tongue.

“They want their sandals and overalls back!” the lad informed Mike sourly, knowing that if he was obliged to comply, he would almost certainly suffer yet more pain and humiliation for his non-existent offence, after his ass had barely recovered from the savage beating Anil had inflicted on him!

“Okay, seems reasonable, they do belong to them after all!” Mike replied, happy to conspire with his two heartthrobs to engineer the lad’s public humiliation.

“But they want them right now!” the lad added despairingly.

“Oh, I see!” Mike responded straight faced, awarding the other two a conspiratorial wink, after concluding they were clearly men after his own heart.

“In that case, you better hand ‘em over to them!” he added, whilst silently cursing himself that he hadn’t had the foresight to bring his camera along so he could add what was about to happen to his collection of videos of the lad.

Hemmed in on all sides and knowing he had no alternative but to comply, the lad reluctantly slid the overalls off over his shoulders and let them fall to the ground, at which point his admirers not only noticed the absence of hair from his entire body but also that his cock was now at the vertical!

Interpreting this as an open invitation to molest him further, after snatching back their overalls, the two warehousemen moved in to fondle his exposed body out there in the alley before having him bend over once more so they could resume spanking him with the sandals, this time with no overalls to protect his ass.

Although not wanting the youngster to suffer unnecessarily, so desperate was Mike to recruit allies with the necessary muscle to help him implement his plan to claw back his cash from his adversaries, that he raised no objections. However, when they ordered the lad to get down on his knees to suck their dicks out in the street as well, he swiftly intervened on his behalf.

“Hold on! Hold on!” he called out, stepping forward so they could not ignore him, adding “Not here! At hotel!”

Failing to bring their ardour to a halt, he called on Rajan to help him explain that if they didn’t behave themselves then his invitation would be withdrawn.

“Tell them to save themselves for when we get back!” he added, not wanting to discourage the mischievous pair completely.

Despite feeling resentment at their raunchy encounter with Rajan being prematurely curtailed, and their previous fucking of Mike had been limited to a mere twenty minutes, the pair reluctantly tucked away their dicks and handed the lad back the overalls and sandals to put on for their walk back to the hotel.

 To be continued...