Room Service

6. Carrot and Stick

Ahead of Rajan’s arrival, Mike had scrutinised his room and his luggage in search of substitutes for the collection of sex toys and bondage gear he possessed back home but had opted not to bring with him on his business trip, in case he was stopped by customs.

A leather belt with a hole punched halfway along it, would serve as both a makeshift collar and leash he’d decided. His two luggage straps could serve as wrist or ankle cuffs and were also long enough to secure the lad’s limbs to the corners of the bed should he wish to do so. The laces from his trainers could be used in place of a leather strap to restrain his genitals, to ensure the lad’s cock remained hard whatever punishment he decided to inflict on him!

One of his soiled socks would serve as a gag and the sleeping mask, he’d been given gratis on his flight, would make do as a blindfold. The long-handled shoehorn and the clothes-brush the hotel had so considerately provided its guests could also be put to new uses…

So, when the waiter failed to comply with his latest command, rather than force him to lick his ass and risk bringing their encounter to an end, Mike turned to pick up one of the laces he had extracted from his footwear and began wrapping it tightly around his dick.

Once he was done, the youngster’s manhood was trussed up so tightly that the helmet of his erect penis was exposed in its entirety, while his balls resembled two balloons of shiny, stretched skin. Pleased with his handiwork, he gave them a fondle to feel their silky texture and witnessed the lad’s cock stiffen even further. With a grin on his face, he then reached for the shoehorn from his collection of makeshift torture implements. 

“I said, lick my arse!” he then repeated, lowering his buttocks over the youngster’s face, but this time awarding Rajan’s trust-up cock and balls a series of sharp whacks to acquaint the waiter with his added vulnerability, should he choose to defy him a second time. Although each hit set the lad’s feet dancing and his legs jerking, he made no attempt to defend himself or push his tormentor’s ass away from his face and his cock became harder than ever. 

Encouraged, before landing any further blows, Mike rested the blade of the shoe-horn over its target to take aim, only for the lad to raise his head from the floor the moment he felt it and prise his nose between his buttocks.

“That’s a good boy!” he murmured to inspire him to continue, “Now part my ass-cheeks so you can lick out my hole!”

Fearing further blows to his genitals could land at any minute, Rajan hastily obeyed and prised apart Mike’s ivory buttocks with his fingertips to reveal the pink lips of his anus nestling beneath the few stands of curly blonde hair that adorned his crack. Despite detecting nothing other than the smell of shower gel, he hesitated once more before committing what he knew others would regard as the ultimate act of self-effacement.

But when he felt the blade of the shoehorn whack the exposed head of his dick and inflict a matching blow on each of his bloated balls, he hastily used his hands to part Mike’s buttocks to reveal his own target and ran the tip of his tongue around the circumference of his Master’s hole.
 
“That’s better!” Mike commended, “But this is for taking so long to do as you were told!” he added, launching a further assault on the waiter’s defenceless manhood, until he felt Rajan’s tongue penetrate his taut anal ring.

Realising this was something he definitely needed to record on video, Mike picked up the camera from the table to capture some close-ups of the waiter’s latest humiliation. 

“Now run your tongue up and down my crack again, nice and slowly, and slide it inside my hole as far as it will go, so I can record it!” 

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After being reminded of the “Ayurvedic” massage he’d experienced at the spa hotel, when he’d downloaded his sightseeing pictures, Mike had decided to add this to his plans for the waiter. Only this time round, he would be the one in charge, so would ensure that it fulfilled his fantasies of what a massage ought to be.

For a start, his masseur was going to be stripped entirely naked, as well as himself, and he would be using his tongue as well as his hands to carry out his work! Plus, as he went about his work, he would be free to fondle his masseur’s brown ass and slap his tethered cock around whenever they came within range.

“Go to the bathroom and fetch me the bottle of massage oil from the shelf above the sink. Also, bring one of the spare bath towels to put on top of the bed…”

“Yes, Sir!” Rajan responded, rising to his feet, thankful that the assault on his manhood had finally ended.

“Oh, and while you’re in there, wash your face and rinse your mouth out with mouthwash!” Mike added as an afterthought.

With his primary source of sexual pleasure now appropriated and transformed into a means of chastisement and control, the humiliated Indian headed off to the bathroom as though treading on egg-shells with his genitals protruding obscenely between his legs.

As he waddled off, Mike couldn’t help admiring his bare backside as his brown arse cheeks flexed provocatively from side to side. Would they flush red or just a darker shade of brown if he spanked them hard enough, he wondered?

If he’d been in his own home, by now he would have already given Rajan the spanking he deserved for his tardiness. But although, he had gone so far as to put the clothes brush at his bedside so it was within easy reach, he realised that even if he gagged the lad to muffle his cries, there was no way he could do it in the dead of night without the sound of his blows reverberating beyond his door and alerting nearby guests to what was going on.

Not that noise considerations seemed to bother anybody else much in the hotels he’d stayed in! He’d frequently been woken by noise at all hours of the day and night by his fellow guests. Sometimes shouting loudly to each other after returning late to their rooms after partying, at other times allowing their children to play outside his door, while others rose early to noisily shower and pack their bags, in preparation for their onward journeys.

Then there was the noise coming from outside the hotel – not just the perpetual hooting of car horns from the nearby roads but also religious parades playing loud Indian music passing by at curious hours, not to mention the wedding celebrations taking place in the hotels’ entertainment facilities, which he’d discovered continued well into the early hours at the weekends.

Despite this being the country that had penned the Kamasutra, the sound of Indians making hot passionate love in the rooms nearby him, even after newly taking their marriage vows, had been largely absent! Maybe they preferred to have sex more discretely than he liked to do… 

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“Hand me the bottle and spread the towel out over the bed!” Mike directed, when a refreshed Rajan returned, breaking the seal on the “Ayurvedic” massage oil he’d bought at the gift shop that afternoon and taking a sniff at its contents.

“But before we start, I’ve got a present for you!” he added with a grin on his face, setting the bottle down on top of the bedside table in readiness.

From the shelf beneath, he picked up the belt he had made the additional hole in the middle of earlier, and fastened it around Rajan’s neck. 

“This makes you officially my slave!” he chortled, sliding it through the buckle to secure it in place then grabbing hold of its flailing end to yank the lad’s head forward to meet his own.

“Open your mouth, so I can check-out your breath, slave boy!” Mike demanded.

Fearing further blows to his ass or cock might follow, should his breath not pass his test, and possibly something worse should his Master notice he had clandestinely loosened the lace encircling his genitals, Rajan hastily did as he was told.

But to his relief, his breath and freshly laundered face passed muster, and instead of further chastisement, he found himself embraced and rewarded for his submission and good looks with another round passionate kisses, as Mike sought to re-arouse himself following the intermission.

“Now you’re going to massage the rest of me as well as you did my arse and my dick!” Mike chuckled, lying down on the bed face-up on top of the towel, his cock now so hard that its tip reached his belly button.

“So, get up on the bed and get started,” he demanded, catching hold of the end of his slave’s make-shift leash and directing him to kneel down beside him. 

In the light of his words, once perched on the edge of the bed, Rajan lowered his head to his Master’s groin to resume sucking his dick, only to find his head immediately dragged up to his chest by the collar.

“You can start with my armpits!” Mike directed, raising his left arm above his head and thrusting Rajan’s head beneath it with his other.

Moments later, the youngster was eagerly running his tongue over the strands of blond hair which coated his Master’s underarms and lapping up the salty deposits that had accumulated there in the course of their love-making, as though it were nectar.

“Now the other one!” Mike prompted raising his other arm above his head, only to have the Indian, unasked, pause to lick each of his nipples along the way, as he tongued his way from one side of his Master’s muscular torso to the other.

Aroused by his inventiveness and eagerness to please, once the youngster had licked the sweat from his armpits, Mike lowered his arms and clasped his head tight to his chest.

“Suck on it!” he demanded, positioning the lad’s mouth over one tit and then the other, adding, when the waiter’s suckling proved too gentle for his taste, “Bite ‘em, like I did yours!”

Once the youngster got the hang of it, Mike directed his head downwards and encouraged him to follow the trail of blonde hair adorning the centre of his torso with his tongue until it turned to gold and the youngster was able to envelope his cock in his mouth once more.

“Give me your hands!” he commanded, once Rajan had settled into his rhythm, catching hold of his wrists and placing his slender fingers on his, now erect nipples, “Tweak ‘em while you suck my dick!”

“This is the life!” Mike reflected, lying back and placing his own hands behind his head as Rajan not only did as he had asked, but also added some variety into his cock worship by licking his balls to augment his pleasure.

So turned on was he, that he could easily have cum in the boy’s mouth, and would almost certainly have done so if he had let him continue for much longer. But he had set his heart on fucking the waiter before he spilled his seed for the first time, so opted to part his cock from his lips.

“Now do my back!” he commanded, dragging Rajan’s head away from his genitals with the leash and flipping over onto his front.

Without a quibble, the youngster straddled his thighs, stuck out his tongue and began lapping up the sweat that had accumulated at the base of his Master’s spine during the course of their encounter and gradually made his way upwards.  

Once he had imbibed every drop, he returned to where he had begun, placed a tender kiss on each of his Master’s pallid buttocks and, after easing them apart, willingly sank his tongue deep inside the rosebud of his hole, to confirm the totality if his submission.

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“It’s been a long week!” Mike sighed, turning to lie on his back when Rajan eventually turned his attention to his feet, where his unanticipated sexual submission to him had begun. But even as he said it, he realised that compared with the waiter’s lot in life his burdens were pretty light ones!

Working long hours seven days a week for a pittance, commuting between the kitchen and every part of the hotel was hardly a walk in the park when compared with his own itinerary of half a dozen business meetings, air-conditioned travel and sight-seeing, all generously paid for by his employer!

Although Mike’s guilt feelings didn’t last for long, as he watched the youngster curl around his feet in a foetal position and lick their soles repeatedly from top and bottom to mark the extent of his devotion, he decided this time he would reward, rather than chastise him, for his efforts to please him.

He had a sensual side too, he told himself, as he reached for the camera to capture the completeness of the young Indian’s submission to him on camera, deciding he would demonstrate this to him by providing him with a massage, rather than the other way round. 

However, his sentiment was not an entirely altruistic one, as by now he was desperate to cum and at that moment could imagine nothing more arousing than coating the youngster from head to toe in massage oil, sliding his cock between his enticing brown buttocks and fucking him rotten until he reached his climax.

“Lie down on the towel, on your front!” he instructed, setting the camera down on the bedside table, still running, and picking up the bottle of “Ayurvedic” oil. 

“Now it’s my turn to give you a massage!” he announced as though he were about to do the lad a favour, whilst his hard cock bounced up against his belly in anticipation, betraying that his true motive was an entirely selfish one.

“Put your arms above your head!” he added, clambering on top of him with his knees astride his thighs, then pouring some of the oil into his palm and smearing it over the youngster’s back and shoulders.

From there, he gradually worked his way southwards, imparting the full weight of his body onto the slender youngster to penetrate deep into the tissue and leave him in no doubt how much stronger than him he was. Mike maintained the pressure as he caressed the lad’s buttocks and the tops of his legs, causing Rajan to moan in gratitude at the unexpected treat his Master was providing his work-weary limbs and the feeling of complete physical domination that came with it.

For his part, Mike loved the feel of youngster’s skin as the oil enabled his hands to glide freely over his body and his fingers to explore and penetrate his every nook and cranny. There was an aspect of taking possession involved in the process and the total negation of the lad’s privacy that added to his excitement. It was as though he owned him, inside and out, mind and body to use as he pleased!

Although itching to fuck him, Mike first pulled Rajan’s hips up from the mattress so he could reach beneath him to check out his tethered genitals and coat them in oil. Pleased at finding the lad’s cock still hard and his balls sensitive to the slightest touch, so he wrapped his fist around them to haul up his buttocks further until they were in the perfect position for him to penetrate his hole.

After pausing to wipe off the oil, he spread lube onto his fingers in its place, then prised open the cleft of the lad’s arse and gradually worked them deeper inside him until he was able to locate his prostate gland, which he proceeded to massage as enthusiastically as he had the outside of his body.

With Rajan’s body now fully relaxed and his brown skin glistening seductively from the coating of oil, he could hold back no longer. Mike reached for the condom pack he had torn open in readiness on the bedside table and stretched it over his pulsating dick. 

He then eased the lad’s knees wider apart and, once his target was in sight, aligned its rigid tip with the entrance to his hole and slid it effortlessly inside him. Once in place, he caught hold of his slave by the collar and used it to arch his back toward him so he could sink the entire length and girth of his shaft inside him in a single movement, to possess him completely.

Rajan let out a groan of satisfaction as Mike’s cock hit home, encouraging him to quickly increase the pace of his thrusts until they reached a steady rhythm. As their flesh rubbed up against each other and the lad gasped and squirmed beneath him, he paused to bite into his shoulder blade and neck. But this was not the position he wanted to be in when he came.

When he fucked a guy for the first time, he wanted to see the look on his face as he penetrated him. So, at the very last minute, he used his superior strength to flip the youngster over onto his back and hoist his legs up over his shoulders.

Whilst smiling into the Indian lad’s startled eyes, he then savoured the pleasure of entering him all over again and, as his feelings of love and lust merged into one, began kissing him passionately on his face as he thrust his cock repeatedly in and out of him, then slid his tongue between his parted lips.

In awe of the older man’s passion for him, for his part, Rajan let go any self-control he still possessed and willingly surrendered every part of himself to enhance his Master’s pleasure.

With his arse and his mouth penetrated simultaneously and his entire body encompassed in his arms, Mike’s thrusts swiftly reached a crescendo and only slowed when, in a welter of gasps and spurts, the intensity of his orgasm finally brought his love making to a halt! 

To be continued...