Room Service

4. Eyes to the Floor!

“Well, well, it looks as though it’s my lucky day!” Mike quipped, reaching forward to run his hand up and down Rajan’s silky thigh to indicate the greater latitude his victory had bestowed on him, “Finally, the time has come for us to have some fun!”

“But first, I’d better tuck this away somewhere secure!” he added with a wink, rising to his feet and sweeping the bundle of cash from the table and heading-off to the wardrobe, where a room safe was located.

"Back in a moment," he muttered, leaving the waiter perched on the edge of the sofa nervously biting his lip, seemingly in a state of shock as a result of his misfortune.

After crossing the room, Mike crouched down behind the open closet door and in his drunken state made two unsuccessful attempts at entering the combination, before finally getting it right. By which time it occurred to him that he might inadvertently have given the waiter the opportunity to take fight.

So, after depositing the money inside, he turned his head around to check and was reassured by the sight of the crestfallen youngster still in situ, doubtless contemplating what might be coming his way next.

"Finish off your drink!" he shouted across to him by way of distraction, "You look like you could do with one!"

Relieved to discover that escape was not uppermost in the lad’s mind, before locking it shut he went on to retrieve his camera from the safe. But prior to taking any pics, he was prompted by the heat to first shed some of his clothes. 

Anxious to maintain the power imbalance between them, rather than render himself fully naked so early on in their encounter, he opted instead to wear his soiled gym gear, which was lying discarded in the bottom of the wardrobe.

Gambling that the sight of his gym-toned body and ivory flesh might reassure the youngster that having sex with him was not the disaster he seemed to think it was, he made no attempt to hide himself from him as he took off his formal clothes and donned the sweat-stained vest and shorts he had worn for his workout that afternoon.

“Eyes to the floor!” he called out, when he caught the waiter ogling his semi-hard dick and ass as he stepped into his shorts, secretly gratified that his ploy had succeeded in confirming that the youngster was attracted to him after all.

Chastened by his words, the lad immediately complied with his wishes and, seconds later, rose from his seat to deposit his, now empty, beer glass on top of the fridge. He then stood in front of the sofa with his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back in preparation for what was to come.

With his transformation from besuited businessman to muscular gym-bunny complete, Mike picked up the camera and returned bare-footed, to the centre of the room to capture pictures of the naked waiter to take home with him as mementos of what promised to be the highlight of his trip.

But before he could begin, he was surprised to be addressed by Rajan in a strangely formal tone.

"Thank you for entering into your wager with me sir, but it is clear that I am not intended obtain riches easily...” he stuttered hesitantly, “But as you have honoured your side of the bargain, I will now honour mine and promise to become your slave until you depart the hotel...”

Had the lad been that impressed by his body, Mike wondered? Or was submitting sexually to a dominant white guy a fantasy of his, in the same way that dominating a cute South Asian guy was one of his own?

“Please tell me your wishes lord, and I will do my utmost to please you!" he added, when his host was momentarily lost for words.

Then, to Mike’s astonishment, the waiter didn’t stop at putting the extent of his submission into words, but also got down on his knees and, with his hands on the floor in a salaam, planted a gentle kiss on the top of each of his master’s feet.

Wow! He’d not been expecting this! Not only was the downtrodden waiter willing to be fucked by him, it seemed he was already familiar with the role of sex slave too!

"You are just too good to be true, kid!" Mike chortled, patting the youngster affectionately on the top of his head, while in return, he continued to shower his feet with a plethora of grateful kisses.

“Stay in that position!” he commanded, his cock growing harder by the second, as he surreptitiously recorded this stirring spectacle for his later enjoyment.

“Keep kneeling with your head to the floor,” he added after parting his feet from the youngster’s lips and circling around him to capture views of his prostrated body from the rear, a sight he found even more raunchy!

“Now hold your ass cheeks apart with your hands,” came Mike’s next demand, so aroused by the totality of lad’s submission that his cock was now tenting out the front of his shorts.

“Lovely!” the businessman murmured, when the lad obediently parted his buttocks and permitted him to capture close-ups of his anal ring, which he noted was completely devoid of hair. Had he shaved his hole in advance of their meet, he wondered.

“Suck on one of your fingers,” he then demanded, “Then I want to see you shove it up your ass!”

This time Rajan hesitated briefly before complying, but to Mike’s delight, once he’d coated the middle finger of his right hand with saliva, he slowly ran its tip around the circumference of his hole to moisten it before tentatively prising it an inch or so inside.

“Deeper!” Mike called out, doubting that this activity was entirely new to the lad despite his hesitancy.

As though to confirm he was right, in response Rajan thrust his slender finger inside himself as far as the knuckle and began sliding it in and out repeatedly without the need of any prompting.

“Good lad! Now add another one!” Mike commanded thirty seconds later, keen to discover how far the youngster was prepared to open up his ass before making a protest.

Although the lad complied without a murmur, when Mike demanded he add a third digit, he began to emit a series of gentle moans as he stretched his asshole beyond its previous limits in order to please his master, whilst he gleefully captured the sight on camera.

Was Rajan sexually submissive by nature, Mike wondered, as he reached between his thighs with his free hand to check out his genitals and discovered not only that his cock was now rigid, but his ball sack was also shaved as smooth as silk.

Or was his over-the-top display of humility a peculiarly Indian thing he wondered – one normally reserved for your elders and betters, such as himself? Or, was the explanation for the willingness of his sexual surrender the offer he’d made to give him a second crack at winning the money, once their encounter was over?

On reflection, this had been a really astute move on his part, as it would not only provide the waiter with a financial incentive to do as he was told for its entire duration but also meant he was unlikely to take off before the second wager took place.

It also meant that there was a fifty-fifty chance he could get away with doing virtually whatever he liked with the lad sexually, capture it all on video for his later enjoyment and end up not parting with a single Rupee in return! How humiliating would that be!

“Stand up and put your hands on your head!” Mike demanded, deciding that what he wanted to add next to his video collection were pics of the youngster showing his face whilst in a submissive pose, with his excitement at his humiliation betrayed by his fully erect cock.

But when Rajan rose to his feet to comply with his master’s latest command, he spotted the camera in Mike’s hand and a look of panic spread across his face. 

“I beg you to keep my pictures to yourself, sir.” the waiter pleaded belatedly, realising that the businessman already possessed images of him not just naked but also on his knees kissing his feet and fingering his ass, “If they were to become public, I could lose my job and bring disgrace upon my family.”

“I appreciate that!” Mike responded irritably, “That’s why I told you this morning I’d keep any pics I take of you confidential.” 

There was no way he was going to stop videoing the lad at this stage in proceedings due to him having second thoughts, especially when he had warned him it was on the cards in advance, should he lose their bet! He’d had every intention of honouring this commitment too, not that a guy based in a country thousands of miles away from the UK was in any position to do much about him posting embarrassing pics of him on-line if he chose to do so.

Besides, even if he did post one or two juicy ones of him on-line or share them with his pals, the odds of the waiter or anyone who knew him coming across them amidst the multitude of pics of other young guys exhibiting themselves for free or selling their bare asses on-line for money nowadays was pretty remote!

“You carry on doing exactly as I say, and I promise no one else is ever going to see ‘em,” Mike promised the youngster, deliberately falling short of the unqualified assurance he’d given him earlier, to keep the youngster in line. 

He judged it highly unlikely he was going to back out now, especially as he had already obtained some pretty embarrassing shots of him in any case. So, he took a step backwards so he could include the waiter’s troubled face as well as his body in his pictures for the first time. Leaving a less than enthusiastic Rajan to place his hands on his head and reveal his fully-hard cock to the camera.

What choice did he have but to co-operate? His need for the money had trumped the risk of embarrassing pictures of him being posted on-line by the foreigner when he’d agreed to the wager. So, he’d crossed his fingers and hoped that he’d win the bet and if he didn’t, they’d never come to the attention of anyone who knew him. Besides, if he raised objections now, he definitely wouldn’t give him the second chance to win the money that he’d promised him.

Ironically, Rajan’s worries about where the pics might end up, only succeeded in making them even more appealing to Mike. As in his book, pics of a nervous sexual partner revealing his all for his lover were far raunchier than those of any self-assured gay porn model, however perfect their body might be, or selfies posted by grinning exhibitionists willingly doing the most humiliating things imaginable to themselves for all to see. 

The added drama provided by a model being reluctant to pose, or him plainly being persuaded by the guy behind the camera into reveal more than he intended to do, more than compensated for any physical defects he might possess or the pics being no more adventurous than mere nudity. Though in Rajan’s case, Mike’s intention was to take things way beyond this!

“Lovely!” he chortled yet again, as he continued to video the young waiter as enthusiastically as he had the Taj Mahal, stepping forward to capture his pallid hand cupping his balls in his palm and him stroking the silky underside of his erect shaft, which pulsed up harder than ever in response to his touch.

As though he’d already been trained in how a slave was expected to behave, the lad kept his eyes lowered in submission as Mike swept his still-damp fringe clear of his face so that he could capture his features in close-up.

Although clean shaven and lacking the body hair he admired in older Indian men, the kid had a junior moustache on his upper lip that met with his approval, which, along with his roguishly dimpled chin, framed his deliciously full lips to perfection, and complemented this raven-black eyebrows and the long lashes that veiled his large brown eyes.

Endearingly, Rajan’s ears stuck out almost at right-angles from the neatly cropped hair at the sides of his head – a fact Mike had already noted and intended to make full use of to control him should he dare step out of line. Although his nose was a rounded one, it was not so short that he wouldn’t be able to tweak that too, to ensure his future co-operation!

Save for his genitals and nipples, which were several shades darker, his slender body was a rich shade of brown. A coating of nervous sweat made the hairless skin of his face and torso glisten in the light and when he smiled, the whites of his eyes and the brilliance of his teeth added a contrast that set off his features most agreeably. There was no doubt about it, Rajan was stunningly handsome in anyone’s book! 

Momentarily overwhelmed by the extent of the lad’s beauty, Mike couldn’t resist planting a kiss on the rounded tip of the boy’s nose, before lifting up his chin and pressing a finger up against his closed lips to resume testing out his obedience once more.

“Suck it!” he demanded.

Without a quibble, the youngster willingly took the businessman’s digit fully inside his mouth, coated it with saliva and then began sucking on it as enthusiastically as if it were his dick.

Mike had great hands, all his lovers said so, and so did many of his tricks. He was especially adept at getting a guy turned on by mixing in rougher play with more gentle fondling, tweaking and stroking. As his passion grew, he loved utilising his gym-toned muscles and steely fingers to delve deep into a guy’s flesh, to simultaneously check out its firmness and demonstrate the superiority of his own strength. He would also land the occasional slap on his ass or cock when he least expected it to send him a clear message not only that he saw punishing him as his prerogative, but also that he was intent on taking possession of him both physically and mentally.

His goal was to sexually dominate and take control, not just by force but by utilising a mix of pleasure and pain to obtain a guy’s willing submission. He liked to get a partner to confide his biggest turn-ons to him in advance of a meet so he could play them into a scene to keep him horny, prior to him imposing what he had in mind for him. Once he had him aroused and in a submissive frame of mind, the real fun could begin, as he set about making his conquest pay for his pleasure by imposing ever greater forms of sexual degradation on him to obtain the sadistic satisfaction that he craved.

Although with Rajan it had not been possible to find out what excited him in advance, the lad was clearly already in a submissive frame of mind and plainly turned on! Plus, he had been given a strong financial incentive to co-operate, whatever indignity he chose to impose on him. 

Given the lad’s proficiency at sucking his finger, Mike seized on it as his means of introducing him to a more aggressive form of sexual domination, by prising a second and then a third digit into his mouth for him to suck on, then all three at once. 

Wanting to free up both his hands so he could both enjoy himself and record the waiter’s humiliation on video, with his fingers still inside his mouth, he hooked his palm beneath the lad’s chin and dragged him over to the fridge by his jaw like a reluctant donkey. Once there, he set the cam down on top of it and backed away until the camera-shy waiter’s head was positioned directly in front of its lens.

Without any explanation or warning, Mike then targeted a series of gobs of spit over each of the lad’s handsome features, forcing him to close both of his eyes in the process. 

Why this form of humiliation turned him on so much was a mystery to him, but he guessed in part it was to show his contempt for his submission, disfigure his beauty and act as a foretaste of what was to come - when he coated his face with globules of his fresh cum and made him eat it!

“That a boy! Keep it open wide!” he demanded, removing his fingers from his mouth only to land a couple of large gobs of spit on his tongue the moment he complied.

“Now swallow it!” he added, forcing his newly baptised slave’s jaws tight shut.

To be continued...