Room Service

8. An Early Morning Stroll

At 4am, Mike woke up from his drunken doze with his cock fully erect, dying to use the loo. But as he rose from his bed, his first thought was to cast his gaze down to the floor to check that Rajan was okay. Not so much from any concern about the welfare of the young Indian waiter, he’d left bound and gagged on the floor beside him, but to confirm that he was still around so he could continue fucking him in the few hours that remained before his departure.

Thankfully, the lad was sleeping peacefully on his side, naked and blindfolded as before but had somehow managed to expel his soiled sock from his mouth. After putting on the lamp and tiptoeing around the bed to examine him more closely, Mike discovered that the gag was not the only thing he had expelled while he’d been asleep, as a suspicious damp patch now adorned the towel beside his groin.

Though put out by the youngster thwarting his intension to keep him horny until the very last moment, he couldn’t help smiling. The bugger must have been so excited by what he’d done to him, that as soon as he thought he was asleep, he’d turned onto his belly and managed to cum by rubbing his cock up against the floor!

Not one to miss a photo opportunity, Mike picked up his camera to add the sight of the bound youngster sleeping to his video collection, then hurried off to use the toilet.

Still suffering from the heat, he decided he wouldn’t return to bed immediately but seize the opportunity provided by the lad’s solitary act of disobedience to up his humiliation still further. He could always make up his lost sleep on the plane home, given that the time difference between the there and India would upset his sleep rhythms in any case. So, despite the hour, he took a shower to freshen himself up and, as he soaped up his body with shower gel, to remove the last remnants of the massage oil, pondered what Rajan’s punishment should be.

By the time he’d finished towelling himself dry, the lad’s fate lad’s been decided. Already hard at the prospect, Mike quickly donned his workout gear and his flip-flops and prepared to take the waiter out for an early-morning stroll.

“Wake up!” he demanded five minutes later, removing the flight mask from Rajan’s eyes and unfastening the luggage strap that bound his ankles.

“On yer feet!” he then commanded, awarding the lad a slap on the behind with one of his flip-flops, when he stared up at him still bleary-eyed from sleep.

Thinking the rest of his bondage was also about to be removed, the befuddled waiter co-operated as Mike hoisted him onto his feet, until he stood on a roughly even keel.

“I see you’ve been up to no good while I’ve been asleep!” Mike alleged, gesturing toward the spunk stain adorning the towel at his feet.

“Sorry sir! I couldn’t help it! I was so excited by what you did to me…” Rajan stammered in his defence.

“I don’t want to hear excuses!” his Master interrupted in mock outrage, “You only get to cum, when I say so!”

“For that you’re going to have to be punished!” he announced, wrapping his fist around the lad’s genitals and gradually tightening his grip around them to remind him of the power he held over him.

“Yes, sir!” Rajan squirmed, “I deserve to be punished in whatever way you deem proper…”

“But firstly, sir, may I be permitted to use the toilet?” he asked contritely.

After heaving a sigh of frustration in response, Mike towed the befuddled waiter to the bathroom by his genitals and directed him to sit down on the toilet bowl and “piss like a girl”.

On their return, he slid the flight mask back over the lad’s head and stuffed the expelled sock back into his mouth, then led him through the room using the collar/leash which was still wrapped around his neck, in the direction of the exit.

Only when he felt the draft from the room door opening, followed by the sound of it closing shut behind him a few paces later, did the youngster realise they were out in the corridor once more.

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To keep him guessing where they were headed, Mike led the waiter for a short distance in one direction, then back again in the other, three or four times, after which he opted to bring him to a halt outside the lift-shaft doors. He then backed off so he could capture pictures of him posing in this high-risk location.

Although Rajan could hear nothing untoward above the sound of the strained air-conditioning system, he knew that out there in the corridor he could easily be spotted by an insomniac guest or returning party-goer at any moment. As morning drew closer there was also the added risk he would be discovered by the newspaper delivery boy or by the cleaning staff when they commenced their duties, many of whom would be only too delighted to have something to gossip about to with their colleagues to brighten up their lives of domestic servitude.

After remaining silent for a few minutes to trick him into thinking he had been abandoned, Mike pressed the lift button to summon it to the 13th floor, then recorded Rajan fly into a panic as he heard its motor spring to life and realised where he was standing. Unable to locate his Master, rather than be caught in flagrante, he decided to flee the area, only to stumble into the wall in his efforts to escape detection.

As the sound of the approaching lift carriage grew louder, the waiter felt a hand grab hold of his cock and tug him along the corridor. After staggering along for a few paces, he heard a door creak open, then just as the lift emitted a ping to signal its arrival, found himself bundled out onto the landing of a staircase, which he recognised from the feel of the bare concrete beneath his feet as the emergency exit.

“Don’t worry I haven’t abandoned you!” Mike chuckled in his ear, as the door closed behind them, removing the flight mask from Rajan’s eyes to leave him blinking from the bright neon lighting that lit up the staircase.

As he had suspected, compared with the stuffy, carpeted corridor, it was pleasantly cool and, as long as the lifts continued working and the fire alarm didn’t go off, was a place where they were unlikely to be disturbed. He’d come across a few clips of guys exposing themselves or being fucked in similar public stairwells on the internet recently and had been turned on by idea of replicating this scenario in some of his pictures of the waiter.

“I’m going to unfasten your arms, as I don’t want you falling down the stairs!” Mike announced, “But, if you want another crack at winning the money, you’re going to continue to do exactly as I tell you…”

Once removed, he deposited the luggage strap and flight mask in the bag he’d brought with him, alongside his electronic door key, numerous condom and lube packs and a few other items he’d thought might come in handy to up Rajan’s humiliation over the course of their stroll.

“I think we’ll take this off for the pics, as well…” Mike added, unfastening the belt from around the waiter’s neck and adding it to his bag, to render him completely bare.

“If you step out of line, I won’t hesitate to leave you out here on your own, jack naked! You understand?” he added, removing the sock from the lad’s mouth to allow him to reply.

“Yes sir!” Rajan answered meekly, pleased to be able to close his aching jaw and have the obstruction to his breathing finally removed.

“Good lad!” Mike commended, setting the bag aside after adding the saliva-soaked sock, then patting the lad on the top of the head as though he were his pet dog, before turning his thoughts to where to position the camera and what poses to have him adopt.

Despite it being the dead of night, the neon lighting was almost as bright as daylight, plus the contrast between the hard grey concrete of the stairwell and the soft brown warmth of the Indian’s slender body helped accentuate the lad’s nakedness and vulnerability.

“Put your hands on your head and keep your eyes down to the floor!” Mike began, leaving Rajan standing facing the metal banister rail revealing his all, while he slowly retreated down the steps so he could get the background, as well as the whole of the lad’s body, into the frame.

After capturing footage of him posing naked front and back against the closed exit door, with the number “13” painted on the wall beside it, he clambered back up the staircase to capture close-ups of his ass and initiate the next humiliation he had lined-up for him.

Located in the enclosed stairwell and freed from the noise constraints of his room, he now planned to deliver the punishment he’d had in mind for the lad earlier but had decided against because it might wake up his neighbours.

Before Rajan knew what he was up to, he had him draped over the banister rail and had landed a couple of slaps on each of his buttocks with the flat of his hand. Sadly, the sound of his blows could be heard bouncing off all the hard surfaces and echoing throughout the stairwell in both directions. It would take just one person to open one of the fire doors on any of the eighteen floors for their antics to be overheard and recognised.

Refusing to be disheartened, Mike’s next move was to extract the wooden-handled clothes brush from his bag and try a few test blows on the lad’s ass with that instead. Discovering its impact made far less noise in comparison and would be less easy to recognise than a slap with a hand, a smile lit up his face. Then it occurred to him that another potential noise issue also needed to be addressed.

Before landing another blow, he set down the camera on top of a fire extinguisher housing, pointing roughly in their direction, then retrieved the sock he’d just placed in the bag and stuffed it into Rajan’s mouth once more, to prevent him from crying out

“Back up a little, and hang onto the rail!” he then demanded, manoeuvring the lad’s slender body into the position he required by tugging on his cock, after which he ran the brush menacingly over the curves of his ass so he would know what was coming next.

“This is your punishment for cumming while I was asleep!” he pronounced, landing half a dozen blows on each cheek in quick succession. Once the youngster had got over the initial shock, he repeated the process, only this time with greater force and rapidity, and carried on doing so until Rajan started to squirm.

At this point, he broke off diplomatically to examine the state of the lad’s ass and was pleased to discover that his cheeks had acquired a distinctly reddish tinge but, sadly for him, it was currently unevenly spread across his rear. So, after a brief caress and a reassuring kiss on each perfect little mound, he quickly resumed his spanking, this time targeting his blows on the areas of his butt that had so far remained unblemished.

Once the lad’s rear was adorned with two glowing red circles, Mike finally put the brush away and retrieved the camera to add pictures of Rajan displaying his freshly spanked arse to his collection.

Traumatised by the pain and tormented by the opposing fears of being caught naked being given a spanking by either a guest or a colleague and of losing his chance to win the money he so desperately needed, should he dare to complain, by the time his Master was done, Rajan’s cock had shrivelled to the size of that of a little boy. Although this was humiliating in its way, to Mike’s way of thinking, the sight of him aroused was far more of a turn on, especially if he was pictured doing something especially sexually degrading whilst he was erect. 

“Now turn around to face the camera and start wanking!” he demanded, “I want to see you hard.”

Recalling how he had been obliged to do the same thing earlier, silhouetted in a window visible to half the city, the waiter swallowed hard and commenced pulling on his shrunken dick. When it refused to stiffen quickly enough, he imagined himself being discovered by a group of his male colleagues, who rather than run off to report him to the hotel management, gathered around to watch his arse being spanked by one of the guests... then opted to add to his humiliation by reaching out to fondle his exposed body and have suck each of their dicks in turn while his Master set about fucking him...

To Mike’s amusement, it took the lad little more than a minute before he was fully erect once more and only thirty seconds longer before he raised his hands to the top of his head, as he had taught him to do, to indicate he was close to cumming.

As he’d watched, he had come up with a new plan to increase Rajan’s vulnerability still further which tapped into his excitement and anxieties, and would continue to test his willingness to please him. One that would take him ever further away from the safety of his room and ever closer to the foyer, where the night staff would be performing their duties.

“The good news is, you’re now going to wank-off on each and every landing, so I can video it!” he announced roguishly, “The less good news, from your point of view, is you’re also going to spank your ass on every floor as well! The same number of times as the floor you’re on.”

“But make sure you smack yourself hard enough, cos if you don’t, you’ll have to do it again until it’s satisfactory,” he warned, as he led the youngster down the stairs to the next floor for a trial run.

There, Mike had Rajan stand facing the exit door beside the floor number and once he’d pointed his already glowing butt toward his camera had him count out the blows as he bent forwards and hit himself on the rear with the flat of his hand, regardless of the amount of noise it made.

When the lad straightened up, after awarding himself 15 blows, as three of them weren’t sufficiently hard in his Master’s opinion, he was instructed to turn around and resume wanking-off until he was close to cumming once again.

Having established the procedure, Mike led Rajan down the stairs to the next landing, where the waiter repeated the process without need of prompting – if anything, hitting his ass even harder this time round to ensure his punishment was restricted to that of the floor number.

When they reached the next floor, to spice-up this video still more, after the waiter had spanked himself and edged himself to the brink of orgasm, Mike demanded he adopt a variety of other submissive poses.

Floor 10 saw Rajan obliged to tweak and twist his nipples to make them stand out more prominently from his chest. On Floor 9 he was pictured lying on his back with his folded legs held up in the air to display his hole and spanked butt to the camera. On Floor 8 he was captured bending over and inserting two of his fingers in and out of his ass and Floor 7 saw him kneeling with his paws in the air and his tongue hanging out as if he were a dog.

By Floor 6 not only had Mike begun to run out of ideas of how else to humiliate the youngster, he had also noticed that the lad’s ass was now so tender that he uttered a gasp of pain after landing every blow and paused to permit himself to recover for longer before landing the next one. Of equal concern was the noise each slap made becoming more of an issue the closer they got to the hotel lobby.

So rather than reduce the lad to tears and risk bringing his fun to a premature end by them getting caught several flights of stairs away from the sanctuary of his room, he cut out the spanking completely and had the lad silently edge himself on each new floor as they continued their descent.

Until they reached Floor 3, where, instead of having the waiter wank-off as he had on the levels above, Mike demanded he lie flat-out, face-down across the landing and instructed him to rub his cock up against the dirty concrete instead.

“That a boy! Hump the floor like you did in the bedroom!” he goaded, “I wanna see you cum!”

After videoing the waiter flex his buttocks in his efforts to satisfy him, he placed the sole of his foot atop the lad’s reddened backside and began bearing down on it to increase the pressure on his cock to make the task that much harder.

When the youngster’s efforts to please him inevitably ground to a halt, Mike decided to demonstrate his displeasure in a different way – one which would make a fitting climax to his video record of the waiter’s descent, in every sense of the word.

Stepping away from the youngster, so he could record every deliciously humiliating moment, he took his dick out of the leg of his shorts and, even as the youngster resumed humping the floor in an attempt to please him, unleashed a torrent of piss over his prostrated body until he was drenched from head to toe.

More than satisfied with the footage he had captured, Mike finally turned off the cam and tucked it away safely in his bag. Now he needed to get the lad cleaned up.

“Follow me, down on yer knees!” he demanded, pulling up his shorts and heading for the exit door, “We’re going for a swim!”

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Leaving a puddle of urine behind him, to be discovered by his disgruntled colleagues in the morning, a bedraggled Rajan crawled after his Master as best he could, leaving a snail trail of piss behind him to mark his passage.

By the time he caught up with him, Mike had already peered around the fire door to check the coast was clear and had extracted his electronic room key from his bag in readiness for gaining entry to the pool, in the same way he had that afternoon.

“Out yer come!” he demanded, herding the still dripping waiter across the carpeted floor until he reached the key pad beside the pool entrance, where he swiped it with his card and pushed open the door to gain entry.

Although the pool was overlooked by every room on one side of the 18-storey hotel block, thankfully for Rajan, its surrounds were shaded by trees and shrouded in darkness, with only a few low-level and submerged lights left on overnight to illuminate the water.

“We’ve got it all to ourselves!” he whispered to his companion, setting down his bag beside a sun lounger as though it were mid-afternoon, but unlike earlier, slipping off his gym gear to render himself fully naked before immersing himself in the pool.

“This is the life!” Mike sighed as he slowly lowered his overheated body into the cooling water at the shallow end of the pool, then motioned the more tentative waiter across to join him.

Hidden under the cover of a couple of palm trees, a far less relaxed Rajan had been scanning the windows above his head for lights and any signs of movement. After finally deciding no one was watching, he waded into the water in his Master’s wake, but before he reached him, crouched down to lower his reddened ass into the water.

Though it may just have been a trick of the light, Mike thought he saw steam rise from the surface of the water as the youngster lowered his beaten ass into the water and emitted a sigh of satisfaction of his own, as the cool liquid provided his reddened buttocks with much needed relief. He continued to watch, whilst pulling on his dick, as the lad immersed himself fully, then, with his head above the water, ran his hands over his slender limbs and torso to rid himself of the remnants of the urine and massage oil that had coated him.

“Come over here and suck my dick!” Mike whispered to him once he was done, nodding in the direction of his now fully erect cock, which glistened like a lighthouse on the shoreline above the surface of the water between his outspread legs.

Keen to display his swimming ability to his new Master, the young Indian submerged his body completely once again and after just a couple of silent strokes approached his target and raised his head to take his cock into his mouth in a single motion. He then crouched on his knees in the shallows with his arms anchored around Mike’s waist and commenced sucking his dick so enthusiastically that he soon began to squirm with pleasure.

Eager to fuck the youngster a second time, once he had cooled off and been sucked by Rajan for several minutes longer, Mike opted to abandon the pool and relocate to the sun-lounger beneath the veranda, where he had deposited his belongings on their arrival.

“Follow me,” he whispered in Rajan’s ear, rising to his feet and nodding in the direction he was heading, then wading out of the pool as quickly and quietly as he could.

“Lie down on the lounger, on your back,” Mike instructed, when they reached their destination, both dripping with water and sporting erections.

Before his ardour had diminished a single iota, he had donned a condom, coated it with lube and scooped up the youngster’s legs to drape them over his shoulders. Seconds later, he embedded his primed shaft deep inside him and, with the lad bent double, happily commenced sliding his cock in and out of his yielding hole at a breakneck pace.

Gazing into the lad’s eyes as he fucked him, he couldn’t help but reflect on his good fortune. Here he was in India, outdoors in the heat of the night, making love to a stunningly handsome young waiter who was willing to do anything he asked of him, however humiliating it might be! It was his fantasy come true.

Rajan gasped when Mike first entered him, but was prevented from making any further sounds that might alert those sleeping all around them to their illicit activities, by his Master pressing is lips over his own and sliding his tongue deep into his mouth as his passion mounted.

He too was overwhelmed with excitement at having his own daydreams become reality, as he got to experience the multiple pleasures involved in being publicly stripped, fondled, fucked and humiliated by the self-confident and handsome white businessman who he had drooled over ever since he’d first set eyes on him in the hotel lobby.

As Mike pounded the lad’s arse relentlessly, he must have hit the right spot, as not only did he rapidly reach orgasm himself but whilst he enjoyed the spasms of ejaculation, without him needing to touch himself, the young Indian’s cock erupted in unison and he reached climax too!

With his cock still inside him, Mike rewarded the spent lad with a series of joyful kisses and would have loved to stay inside him for longer, but was aware that the sounds of their enthusiastic love making might well have been overheard. So, he quickly withdrew his member from his arse and after hastily discarding the condom and its contents in the undergrowth, pulled on his gym clothes and stepped into his footwear.

Anxious to ensure Rajan remained in his subservient role, he gave the, still naked Indian the job of carrying his bag but did make him get down on all fours, so they could make a speedier exit.

Both elated that they had got away with their pool-side antics, Mike chased the Indian lad back up the stairs with a series of slaps on his backside until they finally arrived back where they had begun, at which point they crept noiselessly along the corridor until they reached the refuge of his bedroom.

Overwhelmed with feelings of affection toward the youngster and the knowledge that he still had a few more hours left in the morning to tease and torment him before he departed, this time Mike permitted his slave to share his bed and wrapped his arms tightly around him in a loving embrace before turning off the light.

To be continued...