Room Service

17. Induction

 After they had baptised his latest hotel bedroom in much the same was as they had their previous one - with a display of deviant gay sex in front of an un-curtained ceiling to floor window visible for miles around - Mike found himself filled with remorse that he had treated Rajan so harshly.

Consciously or otherwise, he had unleashed on the youngster the anger he felt toward his “uncle”, and the two guys who had conspired with him to bring about his sexual degradation, and inflicted the punishment that they deserved on him. Totally ignoring the fact that he had suffered similar abuse from Vinesh over a much longer period of time, on an almost daily basis!

However, he was also sufficiently self-aware to realise that mixed in with his misdirected lust for vengeance, was the sadistic pleasure he derived from punishing the blameless youngster and exposing the extent of his sexual submission to him to a wider audience.

After hugging the lad close and licking away his tears, he apologised for being so rough with him, and to make amends, invited him to join him for a soothing bath in the extra-large, Jacuzzi-style, tub he had noted was a feature of the room when he’d booked it.

After weighing up the excitement and tumultuous orgasm he’d just experienced, against the pain and humiliation of the spanking that had followed, Rajan quickly overcame any resentment he felt toward his master for venting his anger on the wrong target, and, after meekly returning his kisses, readily consented to his proposal.

To further make amends, after they had both been thoroughly cleansed, Mike ordered them a substantial meal from room service and invited the lad to share a beer with him from the min-bar while they waited for it to arrive.

Twenty minutes later, their food was delivered to them by a somewhat less fetching waiter than Rajan, but whom Mike tipped generously nonetheless, in a belated tribute to hotel staff occupying such menial positions but with far less likelihood of being rescued from their life if drudgery by their customers than the handsome youngster.

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Only after he had consumed two beers and his belly was filled with food did Mike finally feel up to sharing with Rajan all that had happened to him since he had seen him last. But before he began his tale, he first asked the youngster how he had managed to wrest the cash, camera and memory stick from Vinesh without getting caught.

“It was a sinch really!” the youngster assured him, though Mike knew it must have taken guts to pull off.

“Despite him being head of security, his office was rarely locked – apart from when he was having sex with someone in there out of hours, plus I knew his hiding place for anything precious was the bottom drawer of his filing cabinet. That was where he kept his whiskey, sex toys, condoms and lube (not that he used either much on me) along with the lathi!”

“That usually was kept locked – so I took a screwdriver with me to force it open - but I guess he’d got distracted after he’d dumped your stuff in it, as when I checked it out, the key was still in the lock!”

“I was out of there in a flash with your camera, memory stick and bundle of cash before anyone noticed me and rushed off to the hostel to pack my suitcase! I got a bus to the airport from there, paranoid in case one of Vinesh’s spies had spotted me, and when the bus got stuck in traffic, fretting I wouldn’t get to see you before you checked in!”

“There was only one flight to the UK on the departures board for that afternoon, so I worked out which was your airline from that and waited by their check-in desks for you to turn up.”

“Clever, boy!” Mike commended, “I can’t tell you how grateful I was to see you!”

“I waited so long, that I thought I must have missed you and was about to call it a day and find myself somewhere cheap to stay for the night, when you turned up, dressed in your overall and sandals!” he concluded with a grin.

But rather than return his smile, his host grimaced and heaved a heavy sigh.

“Despite the equally happy ending, I’m afraid I fared far worse than you in the hours that passed between us parting and meeting up again. Not least because I didn’t get the chance to escape the clutches one macho Indian guy or another, out to prove his superiority over a gay white guy by sexually humiliating him and getting away with it!”

“Although Vinesh agreed to give me back my luggage, after you left, when I asked to be allowed to take a shower before I set off for the airport, he and Anil led me to into one of the cubicles and pissed on me again instead!”

“Then, rather than give me my own clothes to put back on, they gave me your old work uniform to wear. Which was so worn out and small for me that it came apart at the seams! I had to go barefoot as well, because Anil stole my shoes when he discovered we were the same size.”

“While Vinesh got a call on his mobile and rushed off to reception, I was kicked out of the back door of the hotel by Anil, who slung my suitcase and clothes out into the street after me, while I hung on to my hand luggage for dear life!”

“But as soon as he locked the gate behind me, a group of scavengers spotted me trying to open my suitcase to put on fresh clothes and gathered round me. When I couldn’t remember the right combination, one of them got impatient, shoved me aside and sliced it open with a knife! After which a free-for-all broke out as they fought each other to secure as much of its contents as they could!”

“Outnumbered and freaked out that I might get stabbed if I resisted, I ran round to the forecourt of the hotel barefoot to find Ashok, who, thankfully, was still waiting there to drive me to the airport.”

“He must have been tipped off what to expect by Anil, as he still agreed to drive me there, despite me stinking of piss. But he insisted on locking up my bag in the trunk and that I squat down on a piece of old carpet next to the driver’s seat, rather than sit in the back of the cab, so I didn’t soil his upholstery!”

“But that turned out to be the least of the indignities I had to suffer in order to get dropped off at the airline terminal in time for my flight!”

“Shit!” Rajan sympathised, topping up Mike’s glass of beer to encourage him to continue his tale, his cock hardening, despite himself, as he speculated on what humiliation his master was about to face next!

“We’d hardly been going for five minutes, when he tells me to get his dick out of his pants and start sucking it while he drives us along!”

“I can hardly jump out of the cab and leave my passport and plane ticket locked away in my bag in the trunk, so realise I haven’t much alternative but to do what he wants! Ditto, when we eventually reach the highway, and he tells me to take your uniform off as well!”

“I’m so desperate to get to the airport as soon as possible, that I do as I’m told, telling myself that this is no great loss, as by that time your pants and shirt were so torn that they barely covered me up in any case!”

“Once I’ve managed to drag them off, we stop at traffic lights where there’s a beggar touting for alms, ‘Hand your clothes over to him!’  he insists, so do as I’m told, only for him to throw them into the gutter in disgust as soon as he smells them, after which Ashok drives off, leaving me without a stitch to wear!”

“A short while later I discover that I’ve been spotted sucking my driver’s dick stark naked by a couple of horny truck drivers who hoot their horns and exchange jokes with him about me as they overtake us.”

“Five minutes later we pull up in a layby and, despite me being completely naked I’m ordered to get out of the cab by Ashok, who tells me to bend over under the shade of a tree so he can fuck me!”

“But that’s not all, I then spot the two truckers he chatted to, standing leering at me from the gloom - after parking their truck in the same stop so they can watch me get fucked! Then just as Ashok is about to enter me, one of them gets out his mobile phone and switches on his video cam!”

“Shit!” Rajan sympathised, though his cock only became harder still.

“I’m not exactly sure what Ashok said to them, but I figure it must have been about videoing me costing extra, as once he’d fucked me, a few hundred rupees changed hands, and both of the truck drivers got a go too!”

“So, you were raped three times, one after the other by the bastards!” Rajan commented, having experienced similar things himself in the none too distant past, but still unable to prevent his cock from hardening further as he imagined it happening to his master.  

After comforting himself with another swig of his beer, and fortified by the knowledge that his sexual odyssey had concluded in a happy ending, at this point Mike opted to inject some humour into his account of the finale chapter of his journey rather than portray himself as a helpless victim.

“After being caned by Anil, fucked by Vinesh, and pissed-on by both of them, robbed of my camera, clothes and suitcase, fucked again by Ashok and the two truckers and forced to suck every one of their dicks, I thought at long last I’m about to be dropped off at the airport. Only for us to park up outside a bloody carpet warehouse!”

“Now that I wasn’t expecting!” Rajan confessed, picking up on his master’s lighter tone and shaking his head from side to side in a sympathetic smile.

“It turns out Ashok has an arrangement with the warehouse owner that he takes credit card payments for him in exchange for cash. He also gives him a commission for bringing him customers who buy his carpets. So, the pair of them conspire to add the cost of my fare to the credit card bill for a carpet I’m obliged to buy from him, both at hugely inflated prices!”

“But on the plus side, while this is being sorted out, I’m allowed to wash myself in the toilets, after which Ashok re-appears with two dishy warehousemen he’s recruited, who fancy fucking a white guy! But I only catch onto what he’s up to when he makes them hand over cash to him to pay him for the privilege!”

“I think they must have been lovers, as they were far more gentle with me than the truckers were, and one of them even sucked my cock and licked my ass!”

“Thinking that by now I’d almost certainly missed my flight in any case, I was disappointed when Ashok intervened to tell them their time was up and bundled me back into his cab along with the carpet they’d cut for me.”

“But I swear, he would gladly have dumped me at the terminal stark naked, if the warehousemen hadn’t taken pity on me and loaned me a pair of their old overalls and some sandals!”

“Wow!” Rajan commented, unable to stop himself visualising another raunchy scene involving his master being spit-roasted by two overall-clad Indian hunks, “So, meeting up with me wasn’t the only happy ending you had today!”

With the cause of his earlier anger now explained, Rajan did his best to make up for Mike’s misfortunes as the pair snuggled up together beneath the duvet, with the air-conditioning on full-blast, to make more tender love, before both falling sound asleep.

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Waking up first, on the following morning, Mike gazed across affectionately at the still sleeping Rajan and while he was unaware of being admired, stealthily eased the sheet covering him lower to reveal more of his tousled beauty. The lad not only looked as cute as ever, with his slender brown body nestled amongst the whiteness of the bedding, but smelt delicious too, as the scent of the complimentary toiletries they had added to their bath in large quantities the night before had yet to wear off.

Once again, he congratulated himself on seducing such a handsome lad and his good fortune at coming across one who was so eager to become the servant/slave of a more mature white man. By recovering the camera and video footage from his uncle, he had proven his loyalty to him too and single-handedly prevented his first visit to India from ending in disaster.

However, Mike’s thoughts soon moved on from gratitude and doe-eyed admiration of the youngster, to the practicalities of introducing his novice slave to his new role and making the most of their unexpected seven-day holiday in each other’s company.

Ten minutes later, he had worked out his plans for the day in his head and his cock was tenting out the sheets as a result. He quickly roused the youngster with a kiss on the nose and, as soon as he opened his eyes, forcibly directed his head down to his groin.

Figuring out what was expected of him, despite still being only half awake, Rajan willingly took his master’s swollen member into his mouth, and whilst he sucked on it, Mike set about introducing him to his daily duties.

“Every morning you will get up at the appointed time, without disturbing me, and make me a cup of English Breakfast tea,” he began.

“When this has been made to my specifications, you will bring it to my bedside and wake me up by getting under the covers and commencing sucking my dick… as you are doing now! Is that clear?”

“Yes sir!” Rajan mumbled by way of reply, quietly elated that this was how his master wanted him to start his day.

“Good lad!” Mike commended, patting him on the top of his head by way of encouragement.

“Prior to this you will take a shower, in the course of which, in addition to shaving your chin, you will also remove the hair from around your arse, genitals and underarms, and repeat this on a daily basis.”

“Yes sir!” Rajan concurred with another muffled grunt, so turned on by the prospect of being kept perpetually in prepubertal smoothness, that his cock fast became as erect as that of his master!

Aware that the youngster was now vigorously rubbing his shaft up against the mattress as he sucked him, Mike quickly moved on to specify the circumstances in which he was permitted to pleasure himself, before it was too late!

“From now on you will not cum without my prior permission,” he cautioned, “And if you do, as yesterday, you will be punished with a spanking. If you continue to disobey me in this regard, you will be required to wear a chastity device full-time. You understand?”

“Yes sir!” came from beneath the covers.

“Dress-wise, what you get to wear each day will be decided by myself and will depend on our location and planned activities. For instance, in the privacy of our hotel room or my home, by default you will wear nothing other than a collar, preferably with my name on it, plus if you are left alone for any length of time a chastity device – as I already know you cannot be trusted in this regard.”

“Yes sir!” Rajan mumbled back contritely, recalling how he had managed to cum by rubbing his cock up against the carpet whilst Mike had slept, despite being trussed up in bondage at the time.

“How humiliating the attire I choose for you to wear in public will be, depends on how well you behave yourself and the mood I’m in that day,” he warned him, “So, if you are very naughty, you could easily find yourself going barefoot and wearing just a dhoti around the streets of Mumbai, or even a cheap sari with no knickers, if you’re especially bad!”

“But for starters,” he added reassuringly, “when we’re outside the hotel room, I plan to have you wear the overall and sandals I wore to check-in for my flight yesterday!”

“That’ll do for the time being, as far as protocols are concerned!” he then concluded, prising Rajan’s head away from his cock and kicking him out of his bed completely naked, “Time for you to make me my first breakfast cup of tea!”

“Plus, one for yourself, if you fancy one!” he added as an afterthought, to demonstrate he was not a complete ogre and would look out for his slave as well.

 To be continued...