Room Service

21. Exposed

Freed from work due to the Republic Day holiday, the inebriated warehousemen had been more than willing to stay the night at the hotel, even if it meant them using the sofa to sleep on – though most of the time they had shared the same bed as their hosts!

However, at seven in the morning they woke up hungover, with their stomachs rumbling, and demanded Mike provide them with the food he’d promised them the night before. Assuring them it wasn’t a problem, he roused Rajan from his slumbers and told him to purchase a take-away from one of the nearby eateries for them to breakfast on in their room.

Given the overalls were now damaged beyond repair he permitted the youngster to wear some of the clothes he had brought in his suitcase to avoid him drawing undue attention to himself. Before he left, he handed him the remains of his Indian cash and told him to pick up a few more beers along the way, as they were running low.

After his departure, Mike supplied his grumpy overnight guests with glasses of water and headache pills and, to keep them amused, connected up his camera to the room’s TV set so they could watch the video of their antics from the night before. After which, he headed for the bathroom.

However, when he returned after completing his ablutions twenty minutes or so later, he found his guests sitting on the sofa with their pants around their ankles and their hard cocks in their fists. But they were not wanking-off over the latest footage, but that which had been captured by Vinesh of he and Rajan being beaten, fucked and sexually humiliated.

Feeling increasingly ill at ease about the effect seeing the video was having on their admirers, Mike made a move to switch off the cam, only for the pair to immediately rise from their seats and sandwich him between them.

While Pandu slowly eased the bathrobe he was wearing off over his shoulders, his mate picked up the collar Rajan had left on the table before running his errand, and fastened it tightly around his neck.

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“Sorry I took so long, but it was hard finding any shops that sold beer at this time of day,” Rajan gasped as he stumbled into their hotel room loaded down with bags filled with food and beer a few minutes later, “But there was a restaurant just round the corner that does good breakfasts.”

“I also spotted some room service trays left out in the corridor with crockery and cutlery on them we can use…” he went on, until he finally realised there was no one listening to what he was saying.

After heaving an exasperated sigh, he set down his purchases on the table they had used for the card game then looked around in search of clues for where the others might be.

Noticing the TV set was switched on, he was surprised to see his own image visible on the screen, then noticed Mike’s camera was attached to it, and realised it was now broadcasting the video footage Mike had captured of him over the course of their first meeting – footage he had not yet had the opportunity to view.

Despite being aroused by what he saw, after a minute or so, he tore himself away from the screen, and after confirming there was no one in the bathroom either, ventured out into the corridor to retrieve the used utensils and dishes to wash them before his master and his guests returned to eat. As he did so, he walked past the exit leading to the emergency staircase and detected the muffled, but unmistakable, sounds of sex coming from behind it.

Opening the door just sufficiently for him to confirm his suspicions, he gasped as he took in the sight of his master, naked but for the dog collar he had bought him, meekly sucking Sonu’s cock, while a vengeful Pandu was thrusting two of his fingers in and out of his ass in preparation for fucking him. In addition, he noticed the stairwell smelt strongly of piss and that Mike’s ass was glowing red.

Already excited by what he had seen earlier, rather than alert the trio to his presence, the youngster took his dick from his pants and commenced pulling on it as he watched Pandu land a gob of spit in the crack of his master’s ass and drive his shaft deep inside his hole.

Only when Sonu looked up and noticed him peeking at them through the gap around the edge of the door did he signal his return by opening it wider and calling out “Food’s arrived!” in an attempt to disguise the fact that he’d been standing watching for a couple of minutes or more.

However, the warehouseman wasn’t deceived for a moment, especially as he immediately clocked the lad had his fist wrapped around his dick!

“Come in… close the door… and take off your clothes!” he commanded.

“You’re next!” Pandu added with a snigger as he thrust his hips up against Mike’s beaten backside with a resounding thwack and began to up the pace and ferocity of his fucking.

Sensing the gyrating trio were not far from reaching climax, Rajan eagerly complied with the warehouseman’s demand to remove his clothes, but once naked, risked stoking their ire by demonstrating his continued loyalty to his master by lowering himself onto the piss-stained floor beneath Mike’s concave body, wrapping his lips lovingly around his dick and resuming beating-off.

Minutes later, the staircase was resounding to a series of barely contained cries of joy accompanied by a succession of guttural moans from Mike, as the warehousemen reached climax simultaneously and shot their spunk in triumphant spurts into his throat and ass. Only to then witness the Englishman’s impaled body convulse in the spasms of orgasm as Rajan extracted the last drop of his cum from his balls and sent an unexpected shower of his own hurtling to the bottom of the stairwell, twenty storeys below.

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“Now you’ve had your breakfast, you can serve us ours!” Sonu sneered, as he wiped the last remnants of his spunk over Mike’s flushed face and fastened up his pants.

“Hand me your clothes!” he added, when in response Rajan made a move to dress himself in order to resume his duties, “You two slaves go naked from now on!”

With Pandu’s cock still embedded up his ass and Sonu’s spunk filling his stomach, Mike felt he was in no position to dispute his loss of status – especially as he had also just enjoyed the most satisfactory of orgasms whilst in the submissive role.

After a brief exchange of words between the three Indians in their shared language, the warehousemen finished dressing themselves and opened the exit door to take their leave.

“We take shower. Make sure food on table when we done!” Sonu added in English for Mike’s benefit, before closing the door behind them to leave their hosts marooned on the bare concrete landing without a stitch to wear.

More wary in their own departure, Mike and Rajan peered around the edge of the door to check if the coast was clear before they made their exit, and opted to postpone their return when they spotted a chaotic family of five, loaded down with luggage, slowly making their way down the corridor to checkout.

“I warned you that they would take over if you weren’t careful!” Rajan felt compelled to point out as they waited on the landing. “But you insisted on befriending them!”

Things had been going so well until Mike had decided to wreak revenge on their tormentors before he left the country, now their future together looked decidedly uncertain.

“Why should they turn against Ashok, when they know you’re only going to be around for a few more days? Unless you give them even more of your money?” he added, “Plus they’ve no quarrel with Vinesh and Anil at all!”

“Because they fancy us big-time!” Mike replied confidently, “Besides, Ashok ripped them off too, by charging them for fucking me!”

“I think you’re the one who fancies them, big-time!” Rajan asserted in reply, fearing his stay in England might not happen after all, despite him defying his “uncle”, sacrificing his job and accommodation and agreeing to become his slave in order to please him.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t turned on by them too!” Mike challenged, attempting to reassure the youngster that his enthusiasm for sex with the more manly warehousemen didn’t diminish his feelings for him by reaching out to fondle him as they waited for the corridor to empty.

“You can’t criticise me for making the most of my stay here, after all the shit we’ve been through! Besides, I can tell you’ve been enjoying yourself as well! You even got to fuck a guy for the first time yesterday, for god’s sake!”

“The role you play in sex isn’t fixed for life – it changes over time. It also depends on your partners and what they want and the circumstances you’re in. As you get older you grow clearer about what excites you the most and learn to go for it whenever it comes your way.”

“To be honest with you,” he added when Rajan remained silent, “The way these two guys fucked me in the warehouse reminded me of a relationship I had with an older Indian guy back in England when I was around your age, who first introduced me to master/slave play,” Mike confessed.

“He loved taking control of me and training me to do whatever he wanted sex-wise and I just loved pleasing him. He even got me to agree to a threesome with a mate of his, so they could spit-roast me! But it all ended after just a couple of months when he went back home to his wife and family.”

“Although my preference is to play dom nowadays, with the right guy or guys, I’m willing to play the sub role too!” he summarised.

“I’ll bear that in mind in future!” Rajan grinned back wryly, finally responding to Mike’s advances by wrapping his arms around him and awarding him a lengthy kiss on the lips for confiding in him.

“But I have to admit that I’ve never experienced a foursome quite like this before!” he added shaking his head with a grin, “It’s pretty obvious they are as keen on you as they are me – especially when they have you at a disadvantage!”

“So, I don’t think we have anything to worry about and should go along with whatever they want and I guarantee before the week’s out they’ll help us get our own back on Ashok and Vinesh.

“Okay, but they won’t be happy if their food’s completely cold by the time they get to eat it!” Rajan warned more practically, breaking out of Mike’s clinch to check out the corridor once more.

“Quick, give me a hand gathering up the plates and cutlery they’ll need!” he added upon finding it empty, bring their discussion to an end.

Holding their breaths, the pair crept out of their hiding place and, stealthy as two burglars, selected the items they needed from those left out on trays. Only to reach Mike’s room and find the door locked shut!

“Quick press the bell, I think there’s someone coming!” Mike hissed at his companion as he heard the lift doors open with a “ping” in the distance, fearful of getting ejected from his new hotel in the same way he had from his previous one if they were caught strolling the corridors naked.

Meanwhile, a mature woman dressed in a sari emerged from the lift and began heading their way, blocking their escape route back to the staircase. But despite Rajan pressing the bell repeatedly and calling out in their shared language for them to open the door, the two warehousemen seemed in no hurry to let them in.

Thinking she was likely to be offended, Mike attempted to cover up his genitals behind the pile of plates he’d collected as the woman drew closer. Only for her to pause a few feet away from them to take her mobile phone out of her bag.  

“What mischief you boys get up to nowadays!” the woman chuckled, shaking her head incredulously as she recorded pictures to share with her friends later of the two naked young males she had discovered begging to be admitted to their room.

“Let us in!” Mike pleaded, setting down the plates to hammer on the door, inadvertently treating the woman to a view of his spanked backside, causing her to laugh out loud and draw closer so she could land a couple more blows on his reddened buttocks with the palm of her hand.

Thankfully, before she could land any more blows, the door was opened by a be-towelled Pandu, whose bare, hair-coated, chest seemed to interest her far more!

“About time!” he complained as the pair attempted to push past him, carrying their cache of plates and cutlery.

But when he spotted the woman videoing them from the corridor, he blocked their entry and gave her a grin.

“Can I have a picture of all three of you, for my friends?” she requested cheekily, “otherwise they won’t believe me!”

“Sure!” replied the warehouseman grinning back at her.

To be continued...