Room Service

20. A Game of Cards

Leaving Sonu and Pandu to chat with each other, Rajan led the group back the way they had come, stopping off at a shop selling liquor that Mike had spotted on their outward journey, where for a fraction of hotel min-bar prices he bought sufficient beer to get all of them merry.

Aware that his master had ulterior motives for wooing the warehousemen, and keen to display his obedience to him, the youngster had meekly accepted being spanked and stripped in yet another risky public place, and had to admit that he had found himself excited by it.

To make clear his lack of resentment, once they were alone together inside the store, he took the opportunity to report to Mike a couple of things he had gleaned from his tormentors’ conversations with each other which he thought might be of interest to him.

The pair’s spirits were raised so high not just from the promise of free food and drink and the prospect of an evening of sexual fun and games with the two of them, but also by the approaching Republic Day holiday and them receiving their pay packets early as a result of it.

Whilst Rajan toted their beer to the checkout in an overfilled shopping basket, Mike gave both pieces of intelligence some thought and asked him to enquire whether the two played cards and report back to him. He then tarried to purchase a half bottle of whiskey in addition to his previous order, which he hid away in his bag.

“They play Teen Patti for money regularly, during lunch breaks,” the lad announced when Mike emerged from the shop, it’s a bit like poker they say.”

“So, a betting game!” Mike murmured beneath his breath, “Tell them I’d like us to play a few hands when we get back to the hotel!”

Reassured by the large beer purchase, and excited at the prospect of wining money from their hosts as well as having sex with them, as the light faded and the streets emptied, the two warehousemen resumed teasing Rajan as he singlehandedly carried the bags containing their refreshments by playfully slapping him on the ass to hurry him along. Unable to fend them off, the lad put up with their antics stoically for some distance, before he could go no further and set them down on the ground to rest his aching hands.

Sadly, his choice of stopping place could not have been more unfortunate, as with darkness now upon them and nobody in sight, the pair could not resist upping his humiliation still further, by bending him over and ripping the hole in the seat of his overalls so wide that his buttocks were exposed completely.

Not inclined to spoil their fun so early on in the evening, Mike stood by feigning his approval as they then stood on either side of him and commenced landing alternate blows on his bare backside until he finally picked up the bulging bags and struggled onwards. Only for them to repeat the process a few hundred yards later when he inevitably paused to rest again.

Fortunately, his suffering was cut short after Mike spotted the hotel’s tower gleaming in the distance, after which he intervened to quieten down his unruly guests and got them to reduce the lad’s burden by sharing out the beer between them to hide the fact that they were smuggling large quantities of booze into their room.

It had been a close-call, but the two grinning warehousemen had succeeded in hiding anything was amiss from the doorman whilst Mike had distracted him by asking him a question, then shielded Rajan’s exposed ass from being spotted by other guests by following him closely as he led them across the foyer to the lift.

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Whilst the visitors gaped open-mouthed at the room’s luxurious furnishings and gazed out at the lights of the city from their 19th floor window, Mike ushered Rajan into the bathroom.

“Take off the overalls and put these on!” he instructed in a business-like fashion, handing the lad the knickers and dog collar, “Then go out and serve our guests some drinks!”

“Sorry about you getting your arse spanked again,” he added more compassionately, when he caught a glimpse the sorry state of the lad’s buttocks as he disrobed, which were, once more, glowing red. “But for now, I need you to do your best to keep them happy!”

Once dressed in his even more humiliating outfit, Rajan took a deep breath, pasted a professional smile on his face, and left the bathroom to resume his former role as waiter, leaving Mike rooting around in his travel bag to locate his pack of cards.

Thankfully the two warehousemen were busy chatting to each other as they looked out at the spectacular view from the window, allowing him to open up two of the bottles of beer they had bought and store the rest in the fridge before they noticed his provocative new outfit.

However, once he had carefully emptied their contents into the glassware provided and carried the briming beakers over to the sofa, the pair caught sight of his reflection in the window and turned around to confirm their eyes were not deceiving them.

After inviting them to take a seat, he set their glasses down on the coffee table, only for them to immediately come across to join him. Barely able to contain their glee when they spotted how little he was wearing, they let out a whoop of delight, and after demanding he render himself yet more vulnerable by placing his hands on top of his head, gathered around him to scrutinise every inch of his exposed body.

Excited by the willingness of his submission and entranced by his handsome face and youthful beauty, which had earlier been obscured by the overalls and the approaching darkness, they were less hurried and gentler with him than they had been outdoors. As they happily sipped their drinks and relaxed into the soft-cushioned sofa, they stroked and fondled the lad’s slender limbs and torso with their work-roughened hands and probed his every crack and crevice with their powerful fingers.

Unable to fend them off, Rajan could only swallow hard as his cock rapidly hardened to tent out the front of his panties, much to his admirers’ delight.

Encouraged by his excitement, after filling their mouths with beer, the mischievous pair then set about licking his nipples in tandem to coax them to become erect too, before moving one after the other to sink their tongues into his exposed armpits to tantalise him still further.

With his guests thus preoccupied, after locating the cards, Mike emerged from the bathroom and surreptitiously opened up the room safe inside the wardrobe to retrieve his camera and what remained of his bankroll of rupee notes to fund his bets.

By the time he had locked it shut, his guests had turned their attention to the knickers he’d obliged Rajan to wear to further undermine his manhood in their eyes, and after subjecting him to ridicule as they examined their silky texture and lacy hems, had gradually inched them downwards until his cock had finally sprung free and the lacy garment had fallen to his ankles.

“Where’s my drink?” Mike demanded, providing the youngster the excuse he needed to free himself from his admirers’ clutches.

However, as a parting shot, Sonu trapped his knickers beneath his foot so he had no alternative but to abandon them in order to break free, leaving the pair to gloat over their trophy, while the lad set about opening up a bottle of beer and serving it to his master.

Finding himself naked, but for the dog collar confirming his status as Mike’s slave and encircled by three fully-dressed mature men, all making no attempt to hide the lust they felt for him, after handing his master his beer, Rajan meekly returned his hands to his head to display himself with his erect cock at the vertical.

Smiling to himself, Mike took his drink from the lad’s hand and placed it, and the pack of cards, on the table he’d been using as his desk. He then counted how much remained of his bankroll of rupee notes so his visitors could see the amount he was willing to gamble.

“As I don’t understand the niceties of ‘Teen Patti’, and there’s no way they’re going to manage to explain them to me, I want us to play Blackjack instead,” he informed Rajan, relying on the youngster to fulfil his role as translator, “cos it’s easy to pick up even if they’ve never played it before.”

“They know how to play,” Rajan assured him, after a lengthy exchange he couldn’t understand, “And explained it to me.”

“Blackjack okay!” his visitors interrupted in chorus, holding up their thumbs. With their newly paid wages available to fund their bets, and now aware of how much cash they could potentially win from their opponents the pair were keener to play than ever.

“You start off with two cards each and can be dealt more from the pack if you need them.” Rajan continued to check he had understood them correctly, “Whoever gets twenty-one, or the closest below it, wins and those who have less or end up over 21 are the losers. Betting-wise the simplest is to pay in a fixed amount to start the game and add the same amount to up the bidding until there are only two players left in the game. The one with the highest cards 21 or under takes the pot or it’s divided up if there’s a tie.”

“That’s more or less it,” Mike confirmed, “we can work out the details after we’ve played a few hands.”

Once Rajan had arranged two more chairs around the table, their guests took their seats facing one another, pulled out their unopened wage packets and set them down beside their drinks. To his surprise, after removing the banknotes with the highest denominations from the roll, Mike gave the rest of his Indian currency to the lad to allow him to participate in the game.

Flattered to find himself a player, the youngster set his pile of cash down on the vacant side of the rectangular table, then stood wondering if he should pull up a chair for himself.

“Okay if he deals!” Mike asked the other two participants, motioning distributing the cards.

Eager to get started, they briefly conferred and then nodded their heads in agreement.

“Shuffle them first and get one of them to cut them!” he told Rajan, handing him the pack, “Then deal out two cards each and put the pack down on the table in front of you,” after which he left the table to retrieve the unopened half-bottle of whiskey from his bag.

Still standing, the former waiter did as he was told, conscious that his exposed body would remain within easy reach of both of his admirers throughout the game.

“No cheating!” Pandu added, only half-jokingly, giving Rajan’s reddened ass a squeeze and landing it a few playful pats as he witnessed him amateurishly shuffle the pack and invite Sonu to cut it.

“We better get good cards!” his mate warned the dealer, making his carrying out the task more difficult still by gathering up the lad’s balls in his palm and gradually tightening his grip around them.

Despite the distractions, Mike returned to find four hands of two cards laid out on top of the table and his guests eager to begin the game.

“Before we start, I want you to try some of this!” Mike announced, successfully distracting them from tormenting Rajan any further by displaying the whiskey bottle and then setting his guests an example by downing what remained of his own beer and adding a measure of spirits to his glass as a chaser.

“Drink up!” he urged his guests, and when they followed his example, poured a generous amount into each of their empty tumblers for them to sample too.

“This’ll put hairs on your chests!” he quipped to his guests, regardless if they understood the joke or not, given he knew they already possessed amply hairy ones.

He then raised his glass into the air for them to chink together, called out “Cheers!” and downed the rest of his whiskey in one go to encourage them to do likewise.

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After a frustrating first game, during which the players instructed Rajan contradictorily in two different languages, he had revealed the queen of hearts to start off with, which resulted in the other three players all exceeding the needed 21 and losing their hundred-rupee stakes to the dealer, who had only to turn over his second card to win. After they’d played three more hands, which each of the other participants had won in turn, leaving them financially back where they had started, Mike paused play to have Rajan replenish their glasses with more beer.

“Now we’ve all clear about the rules of the game, why don’t we make it more interesting by increasing the stakes from a hundred to a thousand rupees a time?” Mike proposed.

Hoping to get their hands on more of their host’s money before the game ended, once Rajan translated his message for them, their two guests happily nodded their heads in agreement.

However, things didn’t quite work out as well as they’d hoped, when Rajan’s luck belatedly changed in his favour and he had five wins in a row, which, at the higher level of stake, and a competitive bidding round in their final two games, succeeded in parting Pandu from all of his week’s wages.

Knowing he had insufficient cash to play the next game, Mike offered the distressed warehouseman a lifeline by mischievously suggesting he pawn his clothes to Rajan for a thousand-rupees each, to give himself the opportunity to win his money back. A prospect his traitorous, and by now half-drunk, pal Sonu found incredibly hilarious.

Left with little alternative but to take Mike up on his offer, the befuddled Pandu began to remove his footwear and handed it over to Rajan in exchange for two thousand-rupee notes.  He then paused to calculate how many more of his clothes he needed to part with in order to obtain the wherewithal to play and win another hand and consider what he would do if he didn’t succeed in winning the next game.

Growing impatient at the delay, Sonu urged his mate to surrender his shirt as well, after which the game recommenced, only for lady luck to desert him once again and Mike end up winning the game. He then looked on barely able to contain his laughter, as his despondent pal was forced to remove the rest of his clothes and surrender them to Rajan in order to give himself a chance of winning back his losses.

Only for him to then deliver the final blow to Pandu’s pride, by unscrupulously forcing up the bidding in the next game beyond his means, leaving him with no alternative but to fold despite possessing a better hand than either Mike or himself, who ended up dividing up the pot between them after discovering they had matching scores.

“Tell him this time, if he wants to stay in the game, he’d going to have to suck each of our dicks in exchange for his stake!” Mike quipped, leaving Rajan to break the news to him in his own language.

A heated argument then ensued between the three Indians, in the course of which Mike intervened to calm things down by having Rajan suggest an alternative option he hoped Pandu might find more attractive.

“Tell him if he prefers, we can end the game and I’ll give him back all the money he’s lost in exchange for us getting to do whatever we like with him sex-wise! Plus, a ten-thousand-rupee bonus if I get to record him getting fucked by you on camera!”

An even more lively debate ensued in which Sonu, who had made a tidy profit from the card game that he aimed to hold onto, somehow managed to persuade Pandu to agree to what Mike had proposed.

“He agrees,” Rajan finally reported to Mike, “But he wants his money back first, his own copy of the video and a guarantee you won’t post it on-line.”

“No problem!” he happily conceded, motioning the lad to hand over his winnings to him and peeling off sufficient notes from their combined stash to make the loser whole again. Realising Pandu lacked anything to store the money in, he handed it back to the youngster to stuff into his trouser pocket.

“Tell him he only gets his clothes and his money back after he’s done whatever we want him to!”

With that he switched on the camera to begin recording proceedings by pointing its lens at a suddenly bashful Pandu, who had immediately covered up his crotch with his meaty hands.

“Tell him to stop playing silly buggers and stand over by the window with his hands on his head with his eyes to the floor,” he added in the same uncompromising tone he’d adopted when he had insisted Rajan strip naked out in the hotel corridor when his own sexual odyssey had begun.

“Now take off your collar and fasten it around his neck!” he added after a sullen Pandu had reluctantly done as he was told.

Meanwhile, rather than come to his friend’s rescue, Sonu sat down on the sofa to watch the show with an amused grin on his face while he happily finished off the last of his free beer.

“Tell him to turn around, bend over and part his ass cheeks to show me his hole.” Mike added, quietly elated at the rift that had arisen between the warehousemen, now confident he wouldn’t intervene, however humiliating he made life for his pal.

“Lovely!” he gloated once the warehouseman had reluctantly complied, stepping forward to capture a close-up view of his parted buttocks and motion him to spread his legs wider so he could reach his low-hanging genitals to fondle them, noticing as he did so that his cock was rapidly becoming erect.

“Go fetch your sandals,” he added to Rajan, “Now’s your chance to get even with him!”

On his return, he directed the lad to stand at Pandu’s side with one of the sandals resting on his buttocks, ready to deliver his first blow, before stepping away and shouting “Action” so he could capture every moment of the surly warehouseman’s punishment on video.

Never having done such a thing before, despite the multiple spankings he’d experienced himself over the last few days, Rajan’s first blows were far too tentative for Mike’s taste. But to his surprise it was his Sonu who urged him on.

“Harder!” he shouted, rising from the sofa to pick up the other sandal and use it to demonstrate what he meant, after which he encouraged the lad to follow his example and land blows of ever-increasing weight on his mate’s backside, until he began to shudder involuntarily from the pain.

Due to the brevity of their previous encounter, it had not occurred to Mike that the two warehousemen might share his interest in SM sex, or guess that Sonu played the sexually dominant role within their relationship, though maybe the way they had set about tormenting Rajan in public within minutes of meeting him should have given him a clue. It explained why he had found his pal’s predicament so amusing and had welcomed the opportunity to humiliate him in front of an audience.

However, when Sonu instructed Rajan to repositioned himself at Pandu’s opposite end and feed his dick into his pal’s mouth in their native tongue, then ask him in English “You want fuck him?” Mike decided it was time for him to reassert his control over the sexual scenario he had financed and steer it towards the conclusion he’d been hoping for.

“No, I want to fuck you!” he replied, clearly taking Sonu by surprise judging by the silence that followed, which he quickly filled.

“But first I want to see you naked!” he added, turning the camera on him and tugging at his clothes in case he hadn’t understood.

Maybe thinking he owed his host a favour in return for his generosity and their previous abuse of him, or just because he fancied him and in his drunken state was open to taking the sexually submissive role for once, Sonu grinned in response to his demand and to Mike’s delight began taking off his clothes. But he didn’t stop there.

Once he was fully naked, as his host watched spellbound, the inebriated Indian began displaying both the front and rear of his sinuous hair-coated brown body to him in a variety of poses and running his hands slowly over his torso in an erotic dance, pulling on his fast-hardening cock, stroking his nipples, then parting his buttocks to reveal his hole, before sucking suggestively on two of his fingers and sliding their tips in and out of his hole.

Finally, he fell to his knees to unleash his host’s cock from the front of his bulging pants and whilst looking up into the lens of his camera, licked the outside of his shaft all the way from his balls to its head with the flat of his tongue, before wrapping his lips lovingly around it and taking it deep into his mouth.

Watching from across the room, Rajan had become as excited as Mike at witnessing Sonu’s erotic dance and rather than permit the chastened Pandu to suck his dick at his own pace, had begun thrusting his cock forwards until he took its whole length.

Grinning across at each other conspiratorially, the pair then began plunging their dicks in and out of their visitors’ respective throats in sync with one another.

“Now let’s fuck them!” Mike called out.

To be continued...