Room Service

7. Double or Quits?

“Can I remove the lace from my genitals now, sir?” Rajan pleaded, after leaving Mike a respectful couple of minutes to savour his orgasm.

“Yes, if it’s hurting you,” his Master conceded, feeling benevolent toward him after experiencing the most satisfying climax he'd had all year.

Prompted by the pressure on his bladder, he then headed off to the bathroom to relieve himself and remove the drooping condom from his dick, leaving the waiter to pick at the knots in the lace he himself had put in place, after inadvertently trussing up his manhood even tighter than Mike had done.

On his return, he looked-on as the Indian lad attempted to restore the blood flow to his emancipated cock and balls and found his softer feelings for the hapless waiter come to the fore once more.

“Come here!” he called across to him, after lying back down on the bed, drawing Rajan’s head to his chest so he could embrace him again as he came down from his sexual high.

He then lay back contentedly propped up on the pillows, breathing in the sweet-smelling massage oil the youngster was still coated with, intermittently kissing him on the head and caressing his buttocks as he admired his handsome features and reflected on how fortunate he’d been to land such a prize. 

Rajan’s response was to snuggle up beside him and return his Master’s kisses with some of his own, whilst gently thrusting his junior cock up against his thigh in an unspoken plea to also be permitted to cum. He even went so far as to take one of his Master’s nipples into his mouth to suck-on, in the hope this might help persuade him.
 
Not ready to cum again so soon after such an explosive orgasm, Mike sought to dampen down the youngster’s excitement and reassert his dominance by inserting two of his fingers inside his now, more receptive, hole and leisurely slid them in and out him with the aid of the mix of oil and lubricant. But to his annoyance, this only seemed to arouse the lad all the more! 

To ensure he remained attentive to his needs, he had no intention of letting him cum so early on in their encounter, so before the waiter got any more excited, he distracted him by bringing up the subject of their wager.

“I promised you I’d give you a second chance to win the money if you did as you were told, didn’t I?”

“Yes, sir!” the waiter acknowledged, breaking off kissing him at the prospect of being financially rewarded for his obedience, when he’d feared that once Mike had cum, he might find himself turfed out on his ear, without receiving a single rupee. 

“Don’t worry, I’m going to keep my word. But to make the wager interesting for both of us, there have to be consequences if you lose!”

“Nothing too onerous!” he assured him when the youngster’s face fell, “I was thinking maybe, if you lost a second time, you have to stay the whole night with me!” 

“If you win, you get the cash and the choice of whether to stay, or go home straight away.”

“What do you say to that?” 

Given the superiority of his current surroundings compared with the dormitory-style accommodation he shared with his colleagues, which were located twenty minutes’ walk away in a far less salubrious area, plus that he was due back at the hotel to serve lunches the following day in any case, as far as Rajan was concerned this was a no brainer.

“I don’t mind staying, either way, sir!” Rajan confided with a grin, seemingly pretty happy with the way things had gone so far, despite him as yet being denied an orgasm.

“He’s not much of a negotiator!” Mike thought to himself, uppermost in his mind that as he didn’t have to check out of his room until eleven-thirty the following morning, if the youngster stayed over, with any luck he’d be able to fuck him at least a couple more times before he left, whether he won or lost their bet!

In addition, if the lad lost their wager a second time, he could guarantee his continuing subservience by offering him a final crack at winning it again before he departed… which would enable him to get away with upping his humiliation still further and take even more pics of him to wank-off over afterwards.

Should the unfortunate lad lose for a third time, Mike realised, he might even enjoy the additional sadistic satisfaction of having achieved the handsome youngster’s complete sexual degradation for zero cost! 

Maybe he would stop off on the way to the airport to buy himself one of the “genuine Afghan rugs” the Indian salesmen had been attempting to sell him all week, as a souvenir of the waiter’s sexual conquest, in addition to all the raunchy video footage he had taken of him?

In the light of Rajan’s admission that he was willing to stay the whole night, despite it now being almost 1am, Mike instructed the lad to fetch him another beer from the minibar and to help himself to one too.

Donning the discarded bathrobe, Mike returned to the coffee table to gather up the pack of cards and give them a shuffle. He considered retrieving the bankroll from the safe to display it, as he had for their original wager, but in case the waiter was tempted to run off with the cash while he was sleeping, decided against it.

After handing his Master his drink, Rajan sat down opposite him, still completely naked apart from the collar/leash, with his previously hard cock now visibly diminished.  

“Cheers!” Mike exclaimed, holding up his glass to encourage his opponent to take a drink as he and took a swig of his own. He then offered him the pack to cut, which he duly did and handed back to him. 

“Ready?” he asked, straightening up the pack and setting it down on the coffee table in front of him. But the lad waved him away.

“Please, you cut first sir!” he insisted.

More than happy to do so, Mike picked up a third of the pack and casually turned over the king of hearts, prompting the youngster to emit a groan! 

Disconsolately, the waiter went through the motions of picking up a stack of his own from what was left of the pack, only to turn over the two of clubs! An outcome he interpreted as a further kick in the balls from the gods.

“Never mind, I’ll give you another chance to win the money in the morning!” Mike promised, making light of the lad’s misfortune.

“Time for us to get to know each other better and maybe for you to pose for a few more pics for me?” he added gleefully.

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As the alcohol progressively loosened the youngster’s tongue and reduced his inhibitions still further, Mike bombarded the waiter with a series of personal questions and ran his eyes lustfully over his exposed body as he awkwardly attempted to answer them in a language that was not his own.

The tourist soon learned all about Rajan’s family, who hailed from a village some distance from Mumbai, who, as he suspected, had a wife and marriage plans lined up for him. He was also told about the “uncle” - a friend of the family - who had brought him to the city and got him the job at the hotel but whom he discovered shortly after his arrival expected sexual favours in return for his patronage.

Mike grinned as he realised this was the explanation for why the waiter had become so sexually accomplished in some ways whilst in others appeared so naïve.

While offering him next to nothing about himself in return, Mike continued to drink in the youngster’s animated face and naked brown body as he talked and, as he became more inebriated, reached out to fondle him as he encouraged him to reveal more of his life to him.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the lad had ambitions beyond being a room service waiter, wanted to study to gain some qualifications and saw both the cash he had offered him plus the possibility of establishing an on-going, long-distant relationship with a wealthy foreigner as a means of improving his prospects. 

Taking care not to disillusion him that neither might result from today’s encounter, Mike switched his questioning to focus on the youngster’s sexual experience and preferences. 

He was delighted to have confirmed that not only did Rajan have a fascination for white guys but also that he was the first one he had managed to have sex with, despite having now worked at the hotel for several months.

His jealous Indian patron was the explanation for this, who despite being over twenty years his senior, demanded he remain faithful to him and had fucked him two or three times a week ever since his arrival. 

He confessed that prior to him, there had been a boy back home he used to mess around with, but their relationship had been fraught for fear of others finding out about it and had been brought to an abrupt end when he had moved to the city.

Was it the uncle who had taught him how to suck cock so well or his boyfriend, Mike enquired? “Both” he had replied and when he asked if he had ever posed for naked pictures for either of them his answer was the same. But when he asked him if he had ever been spanked or put in bondage, the lad answered in the negative, though plainly seemed excited at the prospect.

As Rajan performed the verbal equivalent of a second striptease, Mike became aroused once more and, as he talked, his touches became more persistent and intrusive. It wasn’t long before he had youngster sitting on his knee, with both of their cocks fully hard yet again, as he kissed him on the lips and slowly slid his fingers in and out of his ass.

With his excitement visible again, Mike broke away to pick up his camera and had him pose for more pictures. Only this time, to add to his humiliation, he opened up the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows that made up almost the entirety of one side of his room and had Rajan stand in front of them, exposing himself fully.

With the lights on full and the youngster’s glistening body standing out against the darkness of the night sky and the multi-coloured neon hoardings of the bustling city, his mischievous visitor told him to begin wanking-off. Only to countermand his command a few seconds later by requiring him to place his hands on top of his head whenever he came close to cumming.

“Now turn around!” Mike demanded, placing his camera down on the table facing the window, then stepped forward to wrap his arms around the youngster’s slender torso from the rear so he could fondle him whilst he gazed outside, anxiously scrutinising the hotel environs in case anyone spotted him. 

When the lad raised his hands into the air a third time, Mike went further still and inserted his stiff cock between the tops of his slippery thighs and commenced thrusting it back and forth, chuckling delightedly as the nervous youngster swallowed hard as he exposed himself naked, collared and erect to the entire metropolis.

“Stay like that!” he added, crossing the room, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and hurriedly stretching it over his erection.

“Now bend over and part your buttocks!” Mike commanded on his return.

The moment Rajan complied, he sank his shaft between the delightful curves of the Indian’s arse in one swift motion, after which he enjoyed the thrill of slowly fucking him in front of an audience of several millions of his fellow citizens.

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“Stay facing the window with your hands on your head!” Mike instructed, withdrawing his cock from the youngster’s arse after reaching his second tumultuous climax of the evening. 

After backing out of camera range, he removed the condom from his dick and grabbed the towel from the top of the bed to wipe off the sweat and oil that now coated his overheated body.

He then donned the bathrobe again, sat down in one of the armchairs and finished off his beer as he relished the sight of the anxious Indian continuing to pose naked with the lights of Mumbai twinkling away in the background.

“What next?” he muttered to himself with a grin, picking up the camera and adding a few close-up shots of the humiliated youngster to his collection as he deliberated.

Now doubly spent, weary from the heat and the worse for drink, Mike realised he needed to get some shuteye if he was to take Rajan’s humiliation any further come the morning. However, he also wanted to make doubly sure that the two-time loser would still be around to fuck again when he woke up.

Reminded of his earlier preparations by the belt/collar still wrapped around Rajan’s neck, he quickly gathered together the rest of his collection of make-shift bondage gear and lay it out on the bed. He then spread out the soiled towel on the floor at its foot. If the waiter had thought he was going to be sharing his bed tonight, he was going to be sadly disappointed!  

“Close the curtains!” he finally called across to the lad, once his preparations were complete, “Then get down on all fours and get your ass over here!”

A relieved Rajan hurried to do his bidding. 

Although he doubted anyone at the hotel would have spotted him posing naked in a 13th floor window at approaching two in the morning, you never knew! Plus, at one point during his public fucking a police helicopter had circled around in the distance, making him even more paranoid that his humiliation might become public knowledge. Perhaps he should forget about winning the money and put as much distance between himself and the scene of his disgrace as possible? But, on the other hand, he had been hugely turned on by it too! 

“Good lad!” Mike commended, when Rajan padded his way across the carpet to join him despite his misgivings, “Now stick out your tongue and clean up my dick!”

When the lad slowed, after catching a glimpse of the various items his Master had laid out on top of the bed, Mike caught hold of the end of his make-shift leash to reel him into his groin. 

“Keep your eyes to the floor!” he commanded, punishing the waiter for his curiosity by spitting into each of his eyes, then using the end of his dick to daub his gob over his face, mingled with the piss and cum, that had remained secreted beneath his foreskin, before thrusting his entire shaft into his mouth for him to suck clean. 

“Lie flat out on the towel – face down!” he added once he was done, placing the sole of his bare foot in the small of his back and pressing the lad’s torso to the floor to make sure he complied with his wishes. 

“This is where you’ll be spending the night!” he announced, before picking up the first item from the array assembled next to him and acquainting Rajan with the use he had in mind for it.

“Just in case you’re tempted to wank off when I’m not looking…” he chuckled, pulling the naked waiter’s arms together behind his back and fastening his wrists together with one of his luggage straps. 

“And in case you were thinking of leaving while I’m asleep…” he added, quickly wrapping his second luggage strap around Rajan’s ankles to incapacitate him completely.

“Turn onto your side!” he then demanded, once he had made sure both of the lad’s bonds were secure.

“This should help you sleep!” he whispered in his ear, as he slipped the flight mask over the waiter’s head to blindfold him.

“And this…”  he added, whilst shoving one of his soiled socks into his mouth, “should ensure you don’t disturb me, while I’m trying to!”

By the time Mike was done, to his surprise, Rajan’s cock was sticking out vertically from his groin once again, causing him to snigger.

So, despite his exhaustion, he tarried a little longer to take a few more pics of the lad trussed up at his bedside and couldn’t resist increasing the lad’s excitement still further by taking advantage of his helplessness by awarding his defenceless prick several sharp slaps with his palm for the pleasure of seeing him squirm and mumble into his gag.

“Sleep tight!” Mike called out ironically as he turned off the lights, confident Rajan couldn’t escape, cry for help or get up to any mischief while he slept. 

Within moments of laying his head down on the pillows of his luxuriously spacious and comfortable bed, he was snoring away contentedly.

To be continued...