Room Service

9. The Morning After

Mike was woken at 7.30 am by the noise of the domestics chatting loudly to each other outside his door, as they implemented their thinly veiled plot to encourage departing guests to vacate their rooms as quickly as possible, so they could commence cleaning them.

Exhausted from his labours and more accustomed to the heat and noise than his British visitor, Rajan slept on, allowing Mike to rise to use the loo and contemplate how he would utilise his final hours in the lad’s company before he checked out to catch his plane.

Still undecided, he returned a few minutes later, leaving the bathroom light on and the door ajar so he could admire the Indian’s youthful body as he continued to snore. With his cock rising rapidly, he carefully tugged away the solitary sheet that protected the lad’s modesty without disturbing him. Then reached for his camera.

Hardly able to believe his luck at landing such a beauty, he grinned down at his prize as he videoed him sleeping. Did he have his thumb in his mouth, he mused? He certainly had one hand raised to his face, but with his tousled hair partially covering his features, it was hard to tell. With his legs bent at the knee, raised in a foetal position, his darker-skinned genitals and cock nestled inert in the cleft between his thighs.

As his paternal feelings for the lad wrestled with those of lust, Mike stood back to capture the whole of Rajan’s brown-skinned body in his lens which, even in the gloom, contrasted agreeably with the whiteness of the surrounding bed linen. He noted the light covering of silky black hair coating his slender limbs, his flat chest and stomach, as yet bereft of hair, leading down to an equally bare crotch, his pubes having been freshly shaved in his efforts to please him.

Inevitably, the sight of the youngster’s perfect ass provoked him to zoom-in closer, to check if there was any trace left of the spanking that had been inflicted on it the night before. Only a slight blush could be detected on each cheek, but sufficient to betray the lad’s wantonness and provoke Mike into considering reddening it again before he departed, in addition to fucking him. 

However, in his current frame of mind, he could just as easily have resumed the more tender lovemaking he had initiated before they’d slept and have licked the slumbering lad from head to toe…

Although he’d got off on punishing and humiliating the naïve waiter, the thought of possessing such a beautiful and vulnerable creature and shaping him to meet his needs aroused him far more. Leading him to fantasize about taking him home to England with him and training him as his houseboy and full-time slave.

How lovely it would be to wake up every morning with such a delightfully submissive and obliging youngster at his bedside, ready and eager to do his bidding, no matter how demeaning his demands might be!

After serving him tea in bed each morning, the lad would slip beneath the covers to service his cock as he drank it, to ensure he began the day right. Then present his ass to him for fucking every evening in his return from work.

In between, he would do the cleaning, shopping, perform other errands for him and prepare an evening meal. After which, he would provide him with a whole-body massage with his hands and tongue, to assuage the tensions that had built up over the course of his day.

He would keep him naked whilst he was in the house, save for a collar fastened around his neck and a cage locked around his cock to prevent him from wanking off without his permission. He would sleep on the floor at the bottom of his bed every night or chained up in his “kennel” in the cupboard under the stairs, whenever he preferred to sleep alone. 

At the weekends, he would take him out to visit a leather bar or an outdoor gay cruising area to show him off to other guys. Insist he strip naked and suck his dick there, then spank and fuck him while they looked on in envy and begged to be allowed to join in.

Ironically, as Mike continued to savour the youngster’s vulnerability and fantasize about their future together, such was his excitement that he forfeited his chance to fuck him there and then in favour of grabbing hold of his own dick and pulling on it so forcefully that within moments he had cum!

 His lust for the lad temporarily sated, he returned to bed, spread the sheet back over them and wrapped his larger body around that of the still unconscious youngster. Then, almost instantly, drifted off to sleep.

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Mike was woken a second time an hour or so later, this time by a clatter, followed by the sound of a newspaper being slid beneath his door. 

When he spotted a shaft of bright sunlight coming into the room from the gap between the curtains, he glanced at the bedside clock to check out the time. Barely an hour remained for him to make the most of having the handsome Indian waiter as his sexual plaything, after which, realistically, their paths were unlikely to ever cross again!

“Up yer get slave!” he demanded, pulling the sheet from the youngster and landing a sharp slap across his backside. “We have a wager to settle and I have a plane to catch!” he added with a chuckle, donning his bathrobe, then thrusting open the curtains to flood the room with sunshine.

 “Put this back on!” he demanded, throwing the makeshift collar/leash at the befuddled lad, who was still in something of a daze, while he opened up his room-safe to retrieve the cash, and reunite it with the cards, which had remained scattered across the coffee table overnight.

 “Sir, you do not need to give me any money,” the lad protested, as he obediently refastened the collar around his neck, “I have enjoyed every moment I have spent in your company!” 

“No, it’s only fair!” Mike replied with a painted expression on his face, embarrassed by the complimentary feedback and the youngster’s generosity compared with his own meanness toward him. However, he also suspected that the lad was merely being polite and denying himself what he wanted the most in order to ingratiate himself with him, in yet another example of his deeply ingrained servility. 

Besides, which, he’d been looking forward to the excitement of another wager which would determine if the skint waiter received the money he so desperately needed or was destined to shed yet more of his dignity as a result of his pursuit of his money. On top of him already having risked getting the sack by allowing himself to be cajoled into breaking every rule in the room service waiter’s handbook, turned into his sex slave and posing for pictures, which, if he were ever to post on the internet, would go viral overnight! Without so far having received a single rupee in recompense.

“No, I promised I would let you have another crack at winning the money and I will honour my commitment.” Mike declared magnanimously.

“However, you’re going to have to put up a stake of your own in exchange for your third chance of winning big bucks!” he added, his cock stiffening beneath his bathrobe as he waited to see if Rajan would take the bait.

“What have you got in mind for me sir?” the lad asked, suspecting this might be coming next and curious about what sexual indignity Mike had up his sleeve that he hadn’t already imposed on him. 

“If you lose again, you’re going to have to lick my arse while I video it!” he replied deciding there was no point being coy about it when they had so little time left together, “That a problem for you?”

“No sir! Not at all!” Rajan confirmed obediently, out of habit. Then, after realising that this was likely to be the last he saw of the visitor, added a condition of his own.

“But in return, I would ask that you make me a copy of your videos on a memory stick before you leave, sir… regardless of whether I win or lose the wager. So, I can enjoy our splendid night together all over again, once you are gone.”

“If that’s what you’d like, I’ll gladly agree!” Mike promised, aware that if he won the bet, he would be left with no means of enforcing the waiter’s compliance with their agreement otherwise, “I have a spare USB stick I can copy them onto before I leave.” 

“But as time is running out for me to claim my breakfast before the restaurant closes, I’ll have to give it you later!” he added.

 “I too, will have to report for work again soon sir.” Rajan replied, “But could come to your room before you check-out to collect my copy of the videos.” 

“Okay we have a deal!” Mike announced, excitedly gathering up the cards, shuffling the pack and then holding it out to him on the palm of his hand for him to cut without bothering with the usual preliminaries. “You cut first this time!” 

The lad held his breath, picked up a small stack of cards from the top and turned them over for them both to see. This time, he had turned over the ten of clubs. 

“Not bad, that gives you a good chance of winning!” Mike quipped excitedly, “But let’s see if I can do better…” 

However, despite the odds being in his favour, the ill-fated waiter failed to win yet again! 

“Tough luck kid!” Mike commiserated, after turning over the queen of spades, “I think you may be cursed after all!” 

“But on the bright side, you now get the pleasure of licking my arse again!” he added, unable to resist laughing at his own joke, so elated was he at his good fortune.

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Given how little time there was left to claim his prize, Mike swiftly deposited the money back up in the safe, then picked up his camera and led the naked Rajan across to the window by his leash. There, bathed in the bright Indian sunshine, he set the cam down on the nearby coffee table, hitched up the hem of his robe and bent over with his ass pointed toward the glass. 

“Kneel down, stick out your tongue and start licking!” he demanded. 

Hesitating to do something so humiliating in such a visible location, Rajan glanced through the window down at the pool ten floors below to check if he could be seen by anyone inside the hotel. Fortunately, this early in the day, there were few bathers, mostly with their heads down in the water doing lengths for exercise, and he knew the staff would all be far too busy to look up! 

Before, anyone more curious could join them poolside, he clasped his hands around his master’s sturdy thighs to steady himself, then inspired by his first sun-lit view of Mike’s pallid backside in close-up, landed a kiss on each of his buttocks. With his cock getting harder by the second, he then nuzzled his face shyly between the softness of his unblemished skin and stuck out his tongue. 

“That’s a good boy!” he commended, assisting him by holding his buttocks apart so he could get closer, “Now shove it inside my hole!” 

Setting aside the last of his inhibitions, the infatuated waiter eagerly licked the length of his crack from top to bottom before finally sliding the tip of his tongue into the pink rosebud of his hole. 

“Deeper!” Mike soon demanded, but Rajan was one step ahead of him and getting off on the humiliation. So, after bathing his anal ring with his saliva, he unreservedly sank his tongue inside his ass and kissed it as passionately as if it had been his mouth. 

“Good lad!” Mike could only moan, turned on not just by the sensation but by the thought of the young waiter reduced to performing this ultimate act of sexual submission in public and allowing him to capture it on video too. 

“Now, how about a farewell fuck before I go…” he added, after finally parting Rajan’s face from his ass, “If you want that copy of the videos you asked me for!” 

If he wasn’t going to get any money, after the all the risks he’d taken in order to please Mike, sexually, then he wanted to make damn sure he got a copy of the video! So, Rajan didn’t quibble with this extra demand and allowed the businessman to pull him to his feet and turn him around to face the window. 

“Stay in the window and start wanking!” he demanded, while he swiftly pulled on a condom and coated his dick with lube. Already erect, Rajan happily complied, terrified and at the same time thrilled at the prospect of being publicly fucked by the handsome visitor in the hotel where he worked, in broad daylight! 

“Bend over!” Mike added, parting the lad’s buttocks the moment he complied and thrusting his shaft inside him. After which he proceeded to pound the waiter’s ass in pursuit of his orgasm, whilst Rajan did the same with his fist, for their different reasons, both eager to cum as speedily as possible. 

Excited by the indignity of being fucked up the ass, whilst wanking off naked, save for a collar, in front of a brightly lit window on the 13th floor, where anyone who happened to glimpse upwards would be able to see him, Rajan was the first to cum. But fortunately, the tightening of his ass muscles as he ejaculated was sufficient to ensure Mike quickly followed in his wake. 

“Go get toilet paper from the bathroom and clean up your mess!” he demanded, after he had withdrawn his cock from his ass, pointing toward the youngster’s spunk which now decorated the lower portions of his window. 

“Hold on! You can dispose of this as well!” he added, removing the filled condom from his dick and dropping it in the lad’s palm. 

Meanwhile, he switched off the camera and slid it into the pocket of his bathrobe to ensure the precious pictures he taken of the young Indian didn’t go astray. 

“Time for you to go, slave boy!” he announced after he returned from the bathroom, unfastening the collar from around the waiter’s neck as he finished mopping up his spunk, “I need to take a shower and get down to breakfast within fifteen minutes!” 

“You can get dressed outside!” he added, snatching the heap of soiled tissue away from him and escorting him to the door. After opening it a crack to check the coast was clear, he pushed the naked waiter through the gap to don his work clothes out in the corridor. 

“Bye!” he chuckled, landing a farewell slap on the lad’s butt to speed up his exit before slamming the door shut behind him and rushing to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

To be continued...