Serving Two Masters (1)
It was a long walk before Rajan eventually came across a shop selling men’s swimming shorts and, even then, the selection was pretty limited and, by his standards, extremely expensive.
Given he and Mike had got away with wearing boxer shorts when they had taken their earlier dip in the pool, he could see no reason to buy more than two pairs, leaving him what was left of Mike’s Indian cash to spend on other things. Most pressingly, a cap to protect his recently cropped head from the midday sun and a much-needed cold drink to quench his thirst…
Meanwhile, back in the bathroom of his air-conditioned hotel room, Mike had finished shaving off his body hair and was sitting on the toilet bowl busily typing away on his laptop.
With plans to obtain revenge on his enemies seemingly in hand, he’d decided to devote his first time alone in four days to write-up his sexual adventures in his diary whilst he could still remember them. Knowing he already had ample video footage of Rajan, plus that which Vinesh had taken of the two of them and that captured by the warehousemen, he focussed on describing his taxi journey to the airport.
Despite having cum twice already that morning, within minutes he had had sprouted an erection, aroused not just by his recollections but also by the heightened sensitivity that shaving himself had brought about.
Fearful that he’d be given another spanking, or worse, if he was caught wanking-off without his Indian masters’ consent, whenever his story reached an erotic peak, he restricted himself to pulling on his dick to a count of ten to prevent his excitement from spilling over and him inadvertently reaching orgasm.
After half an hour or so, he’d successfully recorded how he’d been forced to strip naked and suck his former driver’s cock as he drove along the highway (including three erotic peaks and thirty pulls on his dick) and then been whored out to the truckers (two erotic peaks) and the two warehousemen (four peaks) to pay for his fare. Only to find himself getting equally aroused when he penned a description of his humiliation of Rajan on their shopping expedition (with a trio of peaks occurring - on the bus journey, in the fitting room and the toilets at the zoo).
Although by this point, his balls were aching for release and his cock-head glistening with a thick layer of pre-cum, he’d pressed on to set down the ideas he’d had for training Rajan up as his sex slave once they were back in the UK. Only to be caught off-guard when the bathroom door was flung open and Pandu burst into the bathroom desperate to relieve himself.
Guilty as an adolescent who had been caught wanking-off by his parents, Mike hurriedly snapped his computer shut and used it to hide his erection from view as he hastily made way to permit the scariest of his two Indian masters to use the loo.
“What you get up to while we sleep?” the warehouseman asked suspiciously, snatching the closed laptop out of his hand, only to then be distracted by the sight of his host’s freshly shaved crotch and rigid dick.
“Wanking-off!” he concluded, answering his own question, then breaking into a grin as he realised this furnished him with yet another excuse to humiliate the seemingly permanently horny Englishman.
“I shaved off my body hair, like you told me to do, sir! And I got turned on by it!” Mike explained, noticing that he was not the only one who was fully hard, though he guessed Pandu’s erection was more likely due to pressure from his over-full bladder, than the result of him dreaming about their previous sexual encounters.
“But I didn’t cum, sir!” he assured him in his defence, praying that this might dissuade his tormentor from using him as his urinal, rather than the toilet bowl, and have him vomit up the contents of his stomach a second time.
“Lock the door!” Pandu demanded, sensing Mike’s trepidation and loving it.
After discarding the folded laptop on the sink-top, he returned to back his host up against the closed exit, eager to finally have the wealthy Brit, who had got him drunk, cheated him out of his wages and fucked him against his will the night before, all to himself.
“Eyes down! Hands on head!” he barked at the now distinctly feminine-looking muscle guy cowering before him as pallid and naked as a plucked chicken.
After grinning widely at what he saw, he ran his work-hardened hands over the softness of the humbled businessman’s freshly denuded torso and, when Mike’s breathing quickened and his cock pulsed upwards in response, grabbed his shaft tightly in his fist and began vigorously yanking it up and down to expose its glistening head.
“I’m going to cum, sir!” he warned breathlessly when Pandu rapidly exceeded his count of ten.
But his grinning tormentor carried on nonetheless, intent on taking full control of the Englishman’s body and having him reach a climax at his bidding.
Despite slowing down the pace of his wanking, barely a few seconds later, Mike shot spurt after spurt of his pent-up spunk high up into the air.
“I’m sorry I came so quickly sir!” Mike could only gasp repeatedly as he convulsed in the throes of orgasm, expecting the Indian to permit him to savour his moment of post-coital bliss, before pursuing an orgasm of his own.
But Pandu was not in a forgiving mood and once his host’s cock had ceased to erupt, resumed yanking on his dick more vigorously than ever.
“This’ll teach you to wank off without permission!” he chortled, clamping his free hand around Mike’s hairless balls and tugging them downwards to stretch his foreskin taut, then continuing to wrench his shaft up and down, until after several agonising minutes, he was dragged kicking and screaming to cum a second time.
“Get in shower!” he demanded, after eliciting a few reluctant dribbles of cum to spurt from the tip of his battered shaft, finally releasing his grip on his genitals and pushing him onto his knees.
“On yer back… mouth open!” he then added, giving his reddened rump a kick to propel him in the direction he desired.
With him positioned face-upwards on the marble surface with his jaws parted and eyes closed in anticipation, Pandu heaved a sigh of relief as he finally released his aching bladder and targeted his flow at his piss-slave’s open mouth, until it was filled to the brim.
Fortunately for Mike, aware of what had happened earlier, his tormentor didn’t insist he swallow it and instead switched his target to the remainder of his supine body, until he was drenched from head to foot and lying in a puddle of steaming yellow liquid.
“Now turn over and lick it up!” he demanded, before it had drained away, “And hump the floor while you do it!”
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“Where’s Rajan?” Pandu enquired, sitting down on the closed toilet seat and massaging his own dick, whilst Mike carried out his instructions to wash off the odour of piss from his body.
“He went out to buy swimming trunks for you and Sonu, sir,” his host explained over the sound of the running water, “So we can spend the afternoon at the pool.”
“Hmm…” Pandu murmured to himself noncommittally, before picking up a used towel from the floor and flinging it toward the shower cubicle for Mike to dry himself on.
“Hurry up, slave! Your cock-sucking services are urgently needed!” deciding it was high time that he got to cum!
“On yer knees!” he demanded, when Mike emerged from the shower, holding his erect cock by its base so it stood at the vertical and using his free hand to prise his slave’s head down onto its tip.
After sucking the last dregs of piss from its head, he sought to ingratiate himself with his Indian master by voluntarily tightening his lips around his shaft and frantically jerking his head up and down. Only to have Pandu stay his bobbing head, thrust his shaft down his throat as far as it would go and hold it there until he was gasping for air.
Once he had tutored him in holding his breath and massaging his cock with his lips and tongue at a pace more to his liking, he sat back to relax and savour the pleasurable sensations being awarded him and to contemplate what further degradation he could impose on the seemingly shameless Englishman.
Meanwhile, as he sucked, Mike thoughts were transported back a decade or more to the seminal encounter of his college days. When the visiting academic from the sub-continent had not only transformed him into becoming a life-long fan of South Asian men, but had also introduced him to the delights of erotic domination and submission.
He too had demanded he shave off his body hair, tutored him to take his oversize dick down his throat, lick his balls and ass and suck him for what had seemed like hours prior to fucking him. He had also been the first of his sex partners skilful and well-endowed enough to open his eyes to the physical pleasure to be had from being fucked, telling him to combat the inevitable trauma of entry from a man so well endowed by bringing to mind his overriding desire/duty to please his master and debase himself for his entertainment.
Outside of the bedroom, he had introduced him to the additional thrill of being parted from his clothes and fucked in front of an audience, by taking him to visit gay cruising areas, clubs and saunas for the first time. Once assured of his adoration and unquestioning obedience, he had swiftly moved on to up his humiliation by spanking his ass regularly and when he accepted that as his due, taken to spitting in his eyes and slapping his face on the slightest pretext. He’d also been the first guy to put him into bondage so he could torment his cock, slap his balls and torture his tits unhindered and had been the first to force him to cum.
Within the space of a few short weeks and the achievement of countless mind-blowing climaxes, he had used his superior knowledge and experience to mould him into becoming his willing slave. Only to return to his native country, for him never to hear from him again, leaving him to search in vain for a master capable of taking his place.
Until he had arrived in Mumbai. Where by pure chance, on the last day of his stay, both his submissive and sadistic desires had been sated simultaneously by a coterie of devilishly handsome and sensual Indian men, who collectively had turned his wildest fantasies into reality.
As his memories merged with his current encounter, Mike was engulfed by a wave of affection toward his new master and decided to demonstrate his gratitude toward him by voluntarily moving on from sucking his dick to licking his balls and sliding his tongue deep inside his ass-hole in a frenzy of self-debasement.
Finally convinced that his host’s submission to him was genuine, the warehouseman raised his head from his groin to look him square in the face, smiling when he instinctively lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze.
After heaving a sigh of satisfaction as he took in his handsome features and flushed face, he playfully ran his palm through his short-cropped hair and held the back of his hand against his downy cheeks to sample their softness. Then pressed his forefinger up against his lips.
With his heart beating rapidly, his face ablaze and his cock slapping up harder than ever against his hairless belly, Mike didn’t hesitate to suck on it like a hungry baby. Only to be taken by surprise when soon after Pandu replaced his wetted digit with his tongue, embraced him tightly in his arms and awarded him a full-blooded kiss on his lips.
With his passion stoked by the Englishman’s ongoing submission and heightened vulnerability, the besotted Indian then lowered his head to feast on his chin and neck, then moved further downwards to suckle on his already swollen nipples, whose reddened tips stood out more prominently than ever from his now hairless chest.
After imprinting a series of teeth-marks on him to brand him as his own, he eventually lowered his hands to grasp Mike’s ass-cheeks in his mighty palms and after prising them apart, inserted a couple of his wetted digits in between them and commenced thrusting them in and out of his hairless hole.
Quivering like a creature caught in the jaws of a hungry tiger, Mike was swept along by the mind-blowing mix of pleasure and pain being inflicted on him and began to call out to his admirer.
“Fuck me sir! Please, fuck me sir!” he began calling out repeatedly.
Eager to do so before he reached his climax, Pandu was more than happy to oblige.
“Sit on me!” he replied, urging Mike up from his knees, then spinning him around by the wrist and guiding his thighs down to his lap.
After directing him to hold his buttocks apart so he could more easily locate his hole, he aligned the tip of his rigid shaft with its target and thrust upwards until it was fully embedded inside him.
“Now start fucking yourself!” he commanded after heaving a sigh of satisfaction, leaving Mike to clasp the sink top beside him to lever his hips up and down to deliver the pleasure his master was seeking.
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“Let me in! I need to use the loo!” Sonu demanded, doubtless roused from his slumbers by the loud gasps and moans now emanating from the bathroom.
“Okay! Okay!” Pandu replied irately, when his mate began hammering on the door after being ignored, gripping his host roughly by the hips to still his motion and ease his ass off his bloated prick.
“Unlock the fucking door!” he hissed at Mike resignedly, propelling him up from his thighs and reaching out to grab the towel he’d recently discarded to hide his erection.
“I caught him wanking-off!” he explained to his mate, when Sonu paused momentarily on the threshold before entering as he figured out what had been going on.
“He shave off body hair!” he added, as though he needed an excuse for fucking their host in his partner’s absence.
After noting Mike’s hairless crotch and bite-marked torso, Sonu quickly set aside his curiosity about what they had been up to and began herding the pair out of the room.
“Out!” he called repeatedly, then locked the door shut behind him.
Eager to resume where he’d left off before his erection subsided, Pandu escorted Mike to the empty bed, while his mate proceeded to evacuate his bowels noisily.
Thrusting him down onto his back, he quickly hooked his legs over his shoulders and slid his cock back where he decided it now belonged. Then resumed fucking him face-to-face at a breakneck pace.
But he need not have hurried, as once his emergency was over, Sonu tarried to open up the laptop he found lying on the sink-top beside him, only to have it obligingly spring back to life and display the document Mike had been working on before he’d been interrupted.
Quickly grasping that he was looking at the businessman’s diary, rather than muscle in on the action taking place outside, he tarried to check out the latest entries, intrigued by his host’s record of his sexual exploits and fantasies.
To be continued...
