Liberation Day (2)
After closing the door to the Laundry Room, to avoid them being disturbed a second time, Rajan ran his eyes wistfully over Mike’s still naked body as he crouched submissively watching their own and the warehousemen’s clothing chase one another inside the drier.
As infatuated as ever by the Englishman’s pallid skin and buoyed up by the success of his first attempt at sexually dominating him, the young waiter decided now was the time for him to spell out his conditions for becoming his lover.
“If you want me to come back to England to live with you…” he began, running a hand affectionately over the soft smoothness of his rear, “You’re going to have to convince me that as soon you’re out of my sight, you’ll not dump me for the next Indian guy you come across who takes your fancy…”
Alarmed by the mistrust contained in his words, but aware that, given his recent track record, Rajan’s doubts were entirely justified, Mike held his breath as the youngster went on to spell out what he required him to do.
“So, first thing tomorrow, you’re going to contact the airline and swap your business class ticket for two tourist class ones… Then get on the line to the British embassy to buy me an express visa on your credit card, so we can travel back together.”
Finding himself abruptly transported from his reverie of Indian delights, in which he was the centre of attention and all his erotic fantasies came true, to a world of harsh realities, Mike paused to weigh up the consequences of his decision. Would he risk losing Rajan, or risk bankrupting himself and possibly forfeiting his job in order to take the youngster back to England with him immediately?
“So, you going to do it, or not?” Rajan pressed, when no response was forthcoming, deciding now was the time to deliver the ultimatum he had rehearsed earlier, “Because, if not, as soon as my clothes are dry, I’ll be packing my suitcase and you’ll have to face Sonu and Pandu all on your own!”
For a moment, the prospect of him being left completely at the mercy of the decidedly more manly warehousemen sent a tingle of excitement down Mike’s spine. But, given their current drunken state, how harshly they had treated him previously and the fact that they plainly desired Rajan as much he did himself, he feared the violence of their reaction when they discovered he had aided the youngster to escape their clutches.
On the other hand, the promise the handsome waiter had shown in playing the sexually dominant role with him for the first time and the alacrity with which he had invited the feisty young cleaner to join in his sexual humiliation, had opened up the possibility of a far less hazardous and more long-term means of satisfying his long supressed submissive desires.
“Please, don’t leave!” Mike eventually croaked back, still worried about whether the youngster’s scheme was practical or affordable, but reluctant to say so.
“You sure about that?” Rajan queried, given he had still not answered his question.
“I’m certain I don’t want you to leave!” Mike reiterated this time more convincingly.
“Because that’s not my only condition for staying on!” Rajan went on to explain.
“What are the others?” Mike asked anxious that the youngster would make it even harder for him to hang on to him.
“You’ve also got to promise me you’ll forget your hair-brained schemes to get even with Ashok and Vinesh before we fly back and have nothing more to do with Sonu and Pandu…”
“But aren’t they still squatting in our room?” Mike interrupted.
“Not for much longer, with any luck!” Rajan assured him, “As, thanks to Nandan, they’re about to be chucked out!”
While Mike digested this new development, which left the waiter and his newly recruited compatriot as the only show in town, Rajan quickly moved on to outline his final condition for relocating with him to England.
“From now on, you are going to be my sex slave…” he began, “Not a pretend one, just for the length of a single date, but for 24 hours a day for the rest of your life…”
“Wow!” thought Mike, as this was definitely not what he’d been expecting! But how could he possibly say yes?
“You’ll have to do whatever I tell you sex-wise, but otherwise you’ll be free to carry on your life as usual with minimal interference…” Rajan spelt out for him, revealing that the businessman was not the only one who had been fantasizing about their future together.
“What the hell!” Mike thought, knowing that in reality their relationship would last only as long as both of them wanted it to.
“Okay! I’ll agree to all three of your conditions,” he announced, “in exchange for you agreeing to one of my own…”
“And what might that be?” Rajan enquired.
“That we see Nandan again before we leave…” Mike added tentatively.
Causing Rajan to break into a smile, amused that the Englishman seemed as eager to get his ass fucked by the young cleaner’s enormous dick as he was to witness it!
“It’s up to him, of course, but I’ll see what I can do…” he promised, “So long as you keep your side of the bargain…”
“I will, Sir!” the businessman assured him, embracing his new role as his subordinate.
“In that case, slave boy,” Rajan responded, eager to put his submission to the test, “You can stick your head inside the washer, and hold your ass cheeks apart with your hands! Cos your new Master’s going to fuck you!”
Thrilled by the prospect of being spit-roasted by both horny young Indians in the none too distant future, Mike dutifully complied with his wishes – happy to discover that sexual fidelity was clearly not part of their bargain!
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As time passed, and there was no sign of Nandan returning, Rajan began to worry that his faith in the youngster had been misplaced. Had he been foolish to trust a stranger he had known for little more than thirty minutes with the last of their money and permit him to keep the explicit video he’d taken of them intact?
Mike was feeling uneasy too, but for a different reason, as once his master had done fucking him, he had insisted he remain naked while he neatly folded and packed away their clean laundry into his suitcase.
Meanwhile, his master’s attention had been caught by a rack of leaflets on the wall beside the door publicising trips to local places of interest that hotel guests might wish to visit.
He had just slid a couple of leaflets into his pocket, thinking they might visit one of the places before he quit his native land, when the door was pushed open from outside.
“They’re gone!” Nandan proclaimed elatedly, holding up Mike’s keycard as if it were a trophy, then quickly moving on to show Rajan the video he had captured on his mobile phone to verify his claim.
“Shit!” Rajan called out in delight, laughing outright at the sight of the belligerent warehousemen being ejected naked and penniless into the street.
“Serves ‘em right!” he commented, recalling he way he’d been stripped and had his ass spanked by them, as he’d struggled to carry their liquor back to the hotel.
Only then realising that, in his enthusiasm to safeguarded Mike’s possessions, Nandan had not only parted the warehousemen from their clothes, but also from the contents of their pockets as well, which he had scrupulously left on a shelf inside the wardrobe.
“When we get back to our room, I think we’ll be able to give you a much bigger tip to share with your mates!” he promised the young cleaner, “As well as the other thing I promised you…” he added nodding in the direction of the, still naked, Mike with a grin.
“I show him video…” Nandan responded enthusiastically, crouching down beside the curious businessman to play it again for his benefit, whilst running his free hand covetously over his backside and massaging the perimeter of his hole with a fingertip.
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“Room all spick and span!” Nandan announced proudly, opening the door for Rajan to inspect it, after escorting its two legitimate occupants back to their room without incident, despite Mike remaining devoid of his clothes and lugging his master’s over-filled suitcase behind them.
Upon entering, the pair found that not only were the warehousemen gone, but the whole place was sparklingly clean and deliciously cool. In addition, they had been supplied with fresh sheets, towels and bathrobes.
“Check everything okay!” Nandan invited, confident that it would be.
While Mike headed for the safe to confirm all was as he’d left it, Rajan revisited the shelf where he had placed the warehousemen’s belongings and found them untouched.
Upon opening their wallets, he was delighted to discover both were stuffed full of Rupee notes. Given the amount of money Mike had spent entertaining them, he had no qualms in purloining what was left of the cash they had won from him but also their wages, which in their drunken state they seemed have forgotten about, or been unable to locate, before they were evicted.
After quickly counting the two bundles, he split the notes in half by value and handed one over to Nandan to share with his colleagues, whilst pocketing the remainder to replenish their supply of local currency.
While Nandan checked the size of the tip, Rajan asked if he could borrow his phone so they could upload the video of their encounter while he waited.
“Plus, the one you took of Sonu and Pandu being thrown out!” he added with a grin.
Seemingly more than satisfied with the amount of cash he’d been given, the cleaner handed over his mobile to Rajan, who in turn gave it to Mike so he could copy the videos onto his laptop.
Whilst his slave did the transfer, his master led his compatriot across to the fridge to offer him a drink and to sort out the remaining part of their bargain without Mike overhearing them.
“Wow!” he commented, upon discovered the mini-bar had been generously restocked.
“Coke for me,” Nandan requested, “alcohol not permitted at work!”
“I figure I deserve something a bit stronger,” replied Rajan, opening up one of the beers the warehousemen had not got round to drinking before they were ejected, “One way or another, it’s been one hell of day!”
“So, when I get to fuck him?” Nandan enquired with a grin, nodding in Mike’s direction after taking a sip of his drink as they relaxed in each other’s company.
“As we’re all a bit beat today, I suggest tomorrow,” Rajan began.
“Okay,” the cleaner agreed though clearly a little disappointed by the delay.
“We’re planning to do more sight-seeing before we leave Mumbai, so I was wondering if you’d be able to get the day off to join us?”
Thinking that sex was the only thing on offer from the two guests he had caught fucking in public, Nandan, was taken by surprise by the invitation, so did not reply until Rajan had explained what he had in mind.
“While I was in the laundry room, I saw a leaflet advertising a coach tour to the Marabar Caves that I thought we might go on.”
“I know it!” Nandan interrupted, “Driver pick up guest in foyer two time a week, eight O’clock. Next in morning.”
“Great! Can you get the time off to come with us at such short notice? Rajan enquired, “Don’t worry, Mike will pay for everything,” he added to assure him he had no need to part with any of his own money.
“I can easy swap shift with pal…” Nandan assured him, “and book tickets as well… But will need to go sort out now!”
“That would be great, if you can!” Rajan responded, aware that visiting ancient ruins is not every twenty-year-old’s cup of tea!
“We can have some fun with Mike along the way…” he promised to sugar the pill, “As well as explore our shared Indian heritage…”
“I need find friend to change shift… then call tour rep,” replied Nandan enthusiastically, looking across at Mike, who had deposited his laptop on the coffee table and was kneeling down in front of it, to check if he had finished copying his videos.
“You done yet?” Rajan called across to Mike, realising he would need to make use of his mobile.
“Won’t be a minute, sir!” he assured him, after which the pair re-joined him and Nandan made the most of his host’s vulnerability by sliding a couple of wetted fingers in and out of his hole to intimate what was in prospect for him the following day.
After he’d retrieved his phone and headed off to resume his duties, a weary, but relieved, Mike and Rajan took a shower and ordered a meal from Room Service, before creeping between the sheets to rest their shattered bodies and fall fast asleep in each other’s arms.
To be continued...
