Room Service

22. Best Served Cold…

“Breakfast is served!” the former waiter announced, after he and Mike had been obliged to pose naked for their female admirer, then hurriedly wash the dirty dishes, unpack the food and pour out the warehousemen’s drinks.

Now dressed in the two bathrobes provided by the hotel, their new masters, sat down at the table where they had played cards the night before, and tucked into the banquet their hosts had so generously provided for them, while the chastened, pair looked on with envy.

“Don’t stand there stinking of piss! Get yourselves washed!” demanded Sonu.

“Then get your arses back here pronto!” added Pandu.

Relieved to have the opportunity to clean themselves up, the pair scampered off to the bathroom and, after a rapid wash and rub down, hurried back, hoping they might get a share of the leftover food before it was completely cold.

“Now you can play us the videos again!” commanded Sonu on their return “But from the beginning, this time!”

“We want to see everything… you two been up to… since you arrive in Mumbai!” added Pandu, suspecting the footage was likely to be even more spicy than the food he was currently eating.

As Mike obediently organised the video clips in chronological order and loaded up the first one ready to play on the TV screen, Sonu began addressing Rajan in their shared language and after a brief exchange, the youngster sat down in the vacant office chair beside them and began to help himself to some of the remaining food.

“He going to provide the commentary!” the warehouseman explained to Mike in English, after snatching the remote control from his hand, “While you’re going to get under the table and lick our feet!”

After heaving a sigh, Mike, who had re-donned the dog collar following his shower in the hope of avoiding any further punishment, resignedly lowered himself down onto all fours and crept beneath the table, where he commenced licking Sonu’s bare brown feet with his tongue.

Meanwhile, the three Indians continued to feast and chat above him in their own language as they viewed the horny footage their host had captured of the room service waiter after he had lost their wager, most of which the embarrassed youngster was also viewing for the first time.

Once Mike had laundered Sonu’s feet from the tips of their hair-coated toes to the heels of their work-hardened soles, he found his head jerked up by the collar by Pandu who directed him to do the same to his own.

“I reckon it’s high time we took some videos of our own!” Sonu announced with a grimace after viewing with distaste the eagerness of Rajan’s submission to his wealthy white guest’s more sadistic impulses.

Rising from his seat, he pressed the remote to stop playback and unhooked the cable connecting the cam to the TV set. He then demanded the youngster show him how to use the cam to record and got his workmate to drag Mike out from beneath the table so he could capture a better view of him worshipping his feet in the light from the window.

“Now you gonna lick his feet!” Pandu demanded, once Sonu had captured his fill of close-up and full body pics of Mike obediently licking each of his toes, gleefully directing Mike’s head down to Rajan’s feet.

“This time, get down on your belly so you can hump the carpet while you lick!” added Sonu repeating with relish, the words he’d heard the Englishman use on the video just minutes before.

When he was slow to comply, Pandu awarded Mike a brief volley of blows on his still-glowing backside, which had the motivating effect he’d hoped.

Although it was doubly humiliating for him to be obliged to lick his former slave’s feet, Mike couldn’t help thinking their reversal of roles was deserved and found himself becoming aroused not just by the extent of his degradation but the thought of his sexual degradation by the three handsome Indians being captured on video for the whole world to see.

Which was maybe just as well, as no sooner had he begun sucking the waiter’s toes, than he felt the other two place their saliva-coated feet on top of his torso.

“Keep humping!” Sonu demanded, as Mike wriggled beneath them like a trapped worm when they gradually increased the downward pressure.

Inexplicably, Mike felt his cock begin to stiffen as he tightened his buttocks and used all his strength to comply with their contradictory demands, finding himself aroused by the irony of having to struggle hard to add to his own humiliation in order to please his tormentors.

With his jaw dripping with saliva and his lips stretched wide to accept all five of Rajan’s toes in his mouth at once, he battled to continue to raise his buttocks from the floor and thrust his hard shaft up against the carpet - partly to avoid receiving any more blows on his ass by way of punishment, but increasingly to bring himself ever closer to climax.

When the warehousemen began whooping with delight at capturing such a raunchy scene on video, Mike’s thoughts moved on imagining where the damning testament to his sexual submission might end up, at which point, to everyone’s surprise, his supine body was wracked with waves of pleasure and, against all the odds, he ejected spasm after spasm of his cum from his cock to come for the second time that morning.

Once his orgasm had subsided and the last of his moans had been captured on video, Mike was kicked over onto his belly to expose the spunk decorating his pallid stomach and the matching patch staining the deep-pile carpet where he had been lying.

“Did we say he could cum?” Sonu asked his partner rhetorically.

“Don’t think so!” Pandu replied shaking his head, “Should we give him another spanking?”

“Please, not another!” Mike pleaded, unable to face the prospect of his raw ass being beaten again before it had been given the opportunity to heal.

Although tempted to ignore his protest, Sonu opted to add a less painful but equally humiliating scene to his debut video, by instructing Rajan to fill a plate with some of the remaining food and place it down on the floor.

He then had Pandu tie Mike’s hands together behind his back, using the belt from his robe and thrust Mike’s head down into the heap of uneaten rice and curry to make him comply.

“Eat!” Sonu then demanded, after which the pair broke into peels of laughter as the humbled Englishman chased his food around the pate until his handsome features were smeared with food and discoloured with curry.

Despite managing to eat very little, he kept going, anxious to avoid the chastisement which was likely to come his way if he refused to comply.

When, after five minutes, his plate still remained half-full, the pair called on Rajan to feed his former master scraps of the leftover food with his fingers, then demanded that he lick his fingers clean after swallowing every mouthful in order to receive the next, so they could add it to their video.

Once the plate was empty, instead of offering him beer to wash it down with, the mischievous pair filled a glass with their piss and set it down on the floor for Mike to lap up.

“Please, don’t make me drink it,” he pleaded dejectedly, having detected what they were up from the smell, “Or I’ll be sick!”

Seemingly not wanting to risk this outcome, instead of making him drink their piss from the glass, Pandu tipped a little of the amber liquid onto the soiled plate and had him lap it up under Rajan’s direction.

Once the precedent had been set, he then added more, until the glass was empty and the plate licked clean, while a jubilant Sonu recorded every moment of his disgrace on camera.

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When Mike was excused to visit the bathroom to vomit up his breakfast into the toilet bowl, the three Indians held a conference in their shared language to discuss what might happen next, during which to their alarm, the room doorbell sounded.

After hurriedly donning one of the warehousemen’s bath-robes and urging their visitors to join Mike in the bathroom, Rajan answered the door and was relieved to find a uniformed member of staff seeking access to clean and tidy their room. Thankful it wasn’t the manager complaining about them being caught wondering the corridor naked, he informed the inquisitive cleaner that his services were not needed that day, other than to provide new towels, which he duly exchanged for the soiled ones.

Realising Mike’s presence was essential for them to remain in the hotel without being seen as interlopers, the warehousemen eventually came to an agreement with their compatriot about the way forward, after which they instructed Rajan to close the curtains and turn up the air-conditioning so they could take a nap to catch up with their lost sleep.

Within minutes, they were snoring away contentedly on top of the unmade bed, allowing Rajan to return to the bathroom to check if Mike was feeling any better, where he found him sitting on the toilet bowl with his head in his hands feeling sorry for himself.

“I should never have risked letting them take control!” he moaned as the youngster knelt down beside him, “All they want to do is humiliate us more and more!”

“At this rate, we might have to spend the rest of our days hidden away in some filthy garret as their slaves, lost among the millions thronging the streets of Mumbai, too busy trying to scratch a living to care if we’ve been abducted or not!”

“Cheer up!” Rajan responded, amused by the Englishman’s lurid imaginings, kneeling down beside him and gently running his hand over his crestfallen idol’s short-cropped hair and, when he saw his eyes were filled with tears, draping his arm around his shoulder to comfort him, “I’ve good news to report!”

“Underneath all the macho posing, Sonu and Pandu are decent enough blokes. They may be uneducated, and a bit on the rough side, but they know the difference between role-play and rape which, like you, they just see it as a bit of fun!”

“So, when they saw the video of what Vinesh and Anil did to us, they assumed we must have agreed to it – as otherwise why didn’t we report them to the police?”

“Plus, your eagerness to be fucked by them, when Ashok pimped you out for money, made them think that was voluntary as well,” he explained.

“They also thought you’d contacted them because you fancied them - which was at least partly true!”

“But when I told them how Vinesh had turned me into his slave for real, after offering to find me a job at the hotel and that he was a former cop, it all started to make sense to them. They’ve had run-ins with the police in the past for various reasons, so their sympathies lie with us.”

“They don’t have a high opinion of Ashok either, despite him being a pal of their boss. They get paid next to nothing by the money-grubbing owner, are treated like shit by the manager and think they’re all a bunch of crooks!”

“So, they’re more than willing to help us turn the tables on the lot of them before we leave the country. They’ve even offered to put me up at their place while I wait for my visa to come through!”

“That’s great!” commented Mike, impressed by the youngster’s skilful intervention on his behalf.

“But there’s a catch, I’m afraid,” the youngster confessed, “In return for their help, they want to stay at the hotel for the rest of their holiday and for us to be their slaves until you leave for the UK – including doing whatever they want with us sex-wise!”

“I guessed as much!” replied Mike shaking his head with a wry grin, “and after that they fancy having you as their servant, I suppose!”

“Yes,” admitted Rajan, “So I hope you’re okay with that as otherwise the deal’s off!”

“As they didn’t ask for money as well, I think I should congratulate you on your negotiating skills!” Mike chuckled, wiping away his tears.

“Sorry, I forgot about that bit of the agreement… “Rajan added more tentatively, “They expect us to feed them as well as entertain them while they’re here. Plus, they want a 50% share of whatever cash they manage to get out of Ashok and Vinesh.”

“They didn’t say anything about how they planned to persuade them to cough up, by any chance?” Mike enquired.

“No, but I’m guessing something not much different to the mix of blackmail and strong-arming you had in mind…”

Despite the agreement struck by Rajan prolonging their servitude for the rest of his stay, Mike perked up after that and while their guests/masters continued to snore, retrieved his laptop from the safe and began sounding out the youngster on the viability of the plans he had previously worked on for obtaining his revenge.

Once they had identified two or three possibilities, Mike realised the issue he needed to address next was how to distract his guests when they awoke, to avoid his sexual humiliation resuming and maybe even becoming worse.

“I know! You get dressed and go out to one of the local shops and buy us some cheap shorts we can use to swim in – then we can take them down to the pool!”

“Good idea!” Rajan commended, uncertain how benevolent their guests would be to him either, should they fail to keep them amused, “I still have some of the Indian money left, you gave me for the food and beers.”

“But be as quick as you can,” Mike urged him as he started to dress, “I don’t fancy being the only one around if they wake up and find you’re gone!”

“Oh, there was one other thing they mentioned they want you to do as part of the deal…” Rajan added even more tentatively.

“Out with it!” Mike demanded, anxiously.

“You’re to shave off all your body hair by the time they wake up, so you’re the same as me! Otherwise, you’re going to get another spanking…”

“Shit!” Mike cursed, hurriedly searching for his razor in his toilet bag, as Rajan silently eased the room door closed behind him, chuckling that his former master had not realised that he was the one who had dreamt up that particular additional requirement!

To be continued...