Serving Two Masters (2)
Perspiring profusely in his hurry to return to the hotel before he was missed, Rajan paused to compose himself before easing open the door to Mike’s room. Reassured by the interior still being shrouded in darkness and by two bodies lying fast asleep on the bed, he heaved a sigh of relief and began to relax.
After noiselessly setting down his purchases on the floor and closing the door behind him, he crept across to the fridge to take out a soft drink to quench his thirst, then headed for the bathroom where he expected to find Mike awaiting him – minus his body hair.
“I was wondering when you’d turn up!” Sonu declared acidly the moment he set eyes on him, then adding imperiously, “Come in and close the door behind you!”
Taken by surprise, the former waiter instinctively did as he was told, and as it slowly dawned on him that Mike and Pandu were the ones in bed together, began to fret about whether this was a good or bad thing as far as he was concerned.
“Thanks for bringing me the drink!” the warehouseman added ironically, folding away the laptop and reaching out to take the can from the youngster’s hand before he’d had the chance to take a single sip of it, inadvertently revealing that he was already sporting an erection in the process.
“Take off your clothes!” he demanded, pulling open the can and holding it up to his lips, “I need someone to suck my dick!” Only to interrupt him once he’d sampled its contents to demand he hand over the baseball cap.
After Rajan had removed it, he proceeded to examine the youngster’s latest purchase closely before placing it on his own head and peering into the nearby mirror, to see what he looked like whilst wearing it.
“What do you think?” he quipped turning back to face him with a crooked grin on his face to ask his opinion.
“Very nice, sir,” the lad ventured as he kicked off his trainers and began to slowly peel off his sweat-soaked clothing, guessing anything more honest would not be well received. Although in reality he thought the cap looked incongruous perched atop the warehouseman’s shock of jet-black hair.
Recognising a lie when he heard it, Sonu jettisoned the cap onto the floor with disdain and after directing the youngster to “hurry the fuck up”, consoled himself with another long draught from his can of coke.
He then sat back and gloated as the apprehensive youngster eased his pants and trousers down to the floor to expose his flaccid manhood, smooth-shaven crotch and thrice-spanked brown butt.
“Fold up your clothes and bring them to me!” the warehouseman demanded, once Rajan had eased the clinging sleeves of his shirt from his narrow shoulders to render himself completely naked.
Obediently, the lad formed his apparel into a neat pile with his underpants at the top and presented them to his tormentor, as if he were serving him a drink on a silver platter.
After picking up the most intimate of his garments with the tips of his fingers, he held them up in the air and proceeded to check their seat for skid marks, then held them to his nose to sample their odour.
After feigning disgust at the result of their examination, he promptly used them to wipe his arse on in place of toilet paper!
Whilst the youngster looked on impassively, he soiled each and every other item of the lad’s wardrobe in the same manner, before discarding them on the floor in a crumpled heap alongside the cap.
“That’ll sweeten ‘em up a bit!” he chuckled, grabbing hold of the youngster’s diminutive genitalia and pulling him down to his knees by them as he sat back down on the toilet bowl.
“Get on with it!” he commanded, once his face was opposite his throbbing cock, holding up his swollen shaft for him to suck, then thrusting the top of his head downwards until it was embedded down his throat.
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“I’ve just been reading your boyfriend’s diary…” a self-satisfied Sonu confided with the youngster once the lad had settled into sucking his cock in a steady rhythm, “… all about what you two got up to in that hotel you used to work in …” he added, breaking off at frequent intervals to emit little gasps of pleasure when the sensations got the better of him, “… plus what he’s got in store for you when he gets you to England…”
“I can read ‘em out to you if you’d like…” he offered flipping open the screen of the laptop on the sink-top beside him, clearly intending to do so, whether or not Rajan wanted him to.
“He’s got all sorts of kinky stuff lined up for you… I thought you’d be interested in knowing about… before you decide to move in with him!”
“That’s a good boy… keep on sucking daddy’s dick… while he finds it…” he added as he scrolled up to find the relevant part of Mike’s diary.
“Ah, here it is!” he chortled, after locating the list he’d been looking for, “You’re going to be kept naked… apart from a dog collar… be led around on a leash on all fours… and have to drink and eat from a dog bowl…”
“At night, you will either sleep in a dog basket at the foot of his bed… or be chained up in a kennel in a cupboard under the stairs… so as to be at his beck and call every minute of the day and night…”
Glancing down at the youngster’s crotch, after noticing he was sucking him more enthusiastically than before, he noted his previously flaccid cock had suddenly begun to stiffen.
Laughing to himself, he went on to read out more items from Mike’s list.
“You’re going to be locked in chastity for weeks on end… despite getting fucked up the ass every day… until you’re begging him to be allowed to cum…”
“You’ll be spanked on a daily basis… to keep your buttocks permanently red… whether you misbehave or not …
“Pretty raunchy… I’m sure!” he conceded, when he came to the end of Mike’s list, “But you don’t have to go all the way to England to become the house boy of some ofay rich guy to get the sort of sex you dream about!” he added, closing up the laptop and withdrawing his shaft from Rajan’s mouth so he could look the youngster in the eyes as he put his alternative proposal to him.
“You could move in with us tomorrow and have two sexy Indian guys fuck you every day!” he grinned, absentmindedly augmenting the dribbles of saliva and beads of sweat adorning the youngster’s handsome features with the secretions from his cock-head, before commencing pulling on it.
“In return… you could do our laundry… the cooking… and the cleaning…” he daydreamed wistfully, as these were tasks Pandu seldom got around to performing.
“Wearing a sari and a pair of frilly knickers… if that’s what turns you on…” he fantasised, shoving the lad’s head lower and directing him to lick his balls as his excitement mounted at the thought of this.
“Get spit-roasted every morning… and every evening… and get taken out every now and again to get fucked by our mates…” he added, as he pulled more rapidly on his cock, “and maybe loaned out to strangers… to earn yourself a bit of pocket money…”
So turned on was he by the prospect of Rajan becoming their permanent slave, that he abandoned his plan to fuck him in favour of reaching orgasm by his own hand and, within seconds, was shooting a cascade of hot cum all over the crouching youngster’s face.
After emitting a whoop of satisfaction at the quality of his latest orgasm, Sonu playfully directed the globules of semen that coated the youngster’s cheeks, nose and eyelids into mouth with his fingers until he had swallowed every drop of his spunk.
But he was not done with him yet!
“Lie down on the floor, on yer back,” he directed, rising to his feet and gulping down the last of his drink while his underling hurriedly obeyed.
“Now you’re going to clean my arse… with your tongue!” he added with sadistic satisfaction, tossing the empty can into the waste bin and squatting down above the youngster’s head with his buttocks held wide apart.
“Lick it properly… and you’ll be allowed to wank off…” Sonu promised him, as he carefully aligned his cleft with Rajan’s nose and mouth.
Despite having his doubts that Sonu’s arse was entirely clean as a result of its earlier wiping with his clothing, his head was now so filled with fantasies about his future abasement at the hands of the two warehousemen and his British benefactor, that he gratefully wrapped his fist around his cock and stuck out his tongue.
“Good boy!” his tormentor commended, when he felt its tip begin tentatively lap the perimeter of his hair-encircled hole, adding royally, “You now have master’s permission to cum!”
The excited youngster immediately commenced pulling on his shaft twenty to the dozen, only to have Sonu wriggle his ass from side to side and bear-down on his face with ever greater pressure to make it difficult for him to breathe.
“That’s it… get yer tongue… all the way in there!” he goaded, sniggering with contempt as he felt the youngster comply with his wishes, only to witness his cock erupt seconds later as violently as his own had done as the lad fully embraced his subordinate role.
“This will be one of your regular duties from now on!” the warehouseman added imperiously, after rising to his feet and dropping the lad’s soiled clothes onto his saliva-coated face and cum-splattered torso for him to wipe himself down with.
“Where are your knickers!” Sonu demanded after donning a bathrobe, determined never to let the youngster forget his inferior status for a moment for the rest of their stay.
“I’ll go look for them, sir!” Rajan volunteered, hurriedly rising from the floor to do his master’s bidding.
“And get your stinking clothes out of here to Dhobi Ghat!” he added mischievously.
“Anything else I can do for you, sir?” the lad asked, gathering his belongings up from the floor, but struggling to keep a hint of irony from his tone.
“A cup of tea would be nice…” Sonu replied equally acidly, before dismissing the waiter with a sarcastic grin.
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Outside, Rajan found Mike was already making tea at Pandu’s request, while the Indian sat on the bed dressed in the other bathrobe, flitting through the channels available on the TV using the remote control.
At first, the waiter grinned at seeing his former master not only collared and naked but, like himself, no longer with a single hair visible on his torso.
But, when Mike turned to face him, he was shocked by the multiple bite marks that now adorned his pallid chin, neck and shoulders, which, in combination with the deep red hue of his chewed nipples and beaten ass, marked him out to anyone in the know as the victim of sexual sadism.
It looked like he had got off lightly by merely having to lick Sonu’s hairy ass, he reflected, as he scoured the wardrobe for a laundry bag and having found one, hastily dumped his soiled clothes into it.
“Sonu wants a cup of tea as well – with milk and two three sugars!” he shouted to Mike above the sound of the TV set, as he crossed the room to join him.
“Are you okay?” he added in an undertone when he arrived at his side, under cover of the music.
Mike grimaced stoically in response and muttered, “Talk later,” under his breath as he added a tea bag to a second cup and pored hot water over it.
“Have you seen my knickers anywhere?” he asked more audibly, after catching sight of Sonu emerging from the bathroom out of the corner of his eye.
“I think I saw them behind the sofa,” his former master replied equally loudly, as Sonu joined Pandu sitting on the edge of the bed, commented on the Hindi movie he had selected to watch and when the leading characters suddenly burst into song, began happily singing along.
After finding his knickers hidden behind the curtains and obediently putting them on, Rajan returned to Mike’s side to help him finish making the tea and resumed their clandestine conversation under cover of the music.
“I bought the swimming shorts!” he informed him, facing the wall with their voices lowered.
“Good! Let’s take them to the pool as soon as we can!” he hissed back under his breath, “I’m not sure my body can take much more of their athletic love-making!”
“Hopefully they’ll behave themselves better in public!” Rajan agreed.
“Plus, maybe I can have something to eat, as after spewing up I’m absolutely starving!”
“Have a cup of tea to help settle your stomach first,” Rajan advised him sympathetically.
“I’ll take them theirs while you make some for us,” he added once the tea had been made to their masters specifications,” as he too was badly in need of a drink, “I doubt they’ll notice while they’re watching the movie…”
After serving up their tea, Rajan waited until the song ended, before addressing them in their shared language and asking permission for them to have a cup themselves. Pleased at being asked, the pair gave their assent, after which the lad went to retrieve the parcel containing their newly purchased swimwear and left it beside them for them to try on at their leisure.
Seemingly more interested in watching the movie, than doing something as athletic as swimming, the warehousemen took their time before taking off their bathrobes and trying them on, allowing their servants to sip their tea and enjoy some, much needed, respite from their ceaseless demands.
After admiring themselves in the full-length wardrobe mirror, and deciding they were happy with the fit and style of the highly patterned, brightly coloured beach shorts that the youngster had chosen for them, they became more enthusiastic about visiting the pool and mingling with the far wealthier guests. Especially when Rajan informed them that drinks and snacks were available there and their cost could be added to Mike’s hotel bill!
After draping fresh hotel towels over their broad shoulders, they headed for the door in their new found enthusiasm, provoking a concerned Rajan to intervene as they reached the threshold to explain to them in their own language, that Mike needed to accompany them with the electronic room key to gain access to the facilities and to authorise payments.
He then added, that they would be a bit conspicuous if they went out into the corridor wearing just a pair of women’s panties and a dog collar and needed to don the old boxershorts they had worn on their previous visit.
Reluctantly, the warehousemen agreed to these concessions and waited impatiently while the pair removed the symbols of their sexual servitude and changed into their makeshift swimwear.
They then trailed after them to the lift, devoid of everything but the lad’s worn underwear, only for their guests to embarrass them still further by playfully yanking their pants down to their ankles the moment its doors closed behind them.
“Start wanking!” Sonu demanded, “I want you hard by the time we reach the pool!”
“I’ll give ‘em a bit more time!” Pandu chipped in, not to be outdone, pressing each button on the lift’s control panel between their current floor and the top of the tower before anyone had the chance to stop him, instantly increasing by ten-fold the risk of the pair’s humiliation being witnessed by other guests in the course of their upward journey.
Seemingly determined to undermine every effort Mike and Rajan had made to maintain a low profile, no sooner had they taken their shrunken cocks into their hands and begun to tug on them, than they were herded to the rear of the lift compartment and parted from their pants completely.
“You two going to swim naked!” Sonu added malevolently, once their underwear was secured in his hand, “We going to take the stairs!”
“Meet you at the top!” added Pandu, as the pair stepped outside onto the deserted landing of the floor above as soon as the lift doors reopened, leaving the red-faced couple marooned inside without a stitch to wear.
Uncertain what to do next as the lift resumed its course to the top of the building, destined to stop at every floor, the abandoned couple shook their heads in incredulity but couldn’t prevent themselves from smiling. It seemed they were at the mercy of two mischievous, but potentially violent, children!
When, thankfully, the next landing turned out to be deserted as well, Rajan prevented the door from closing while they deliberated further.
“We best get out before we reach the pool,” Mike sighed, “as there’s bound to be people there waiting to go down. So, I vote we take the stairs as well! But where do we find something to wear?”
“I know,” the more hotel-savvy Rajan suggested, as his companion began to panic about the consequences of him being ejected from a second hotel, this time after being caught riding the lift naked accompanied by another man, “Let’s look for cleaners on the floors between here and the pool to see if we can lay our hands on a couple of used towels from one of their trolleys!”
“Brilliant idea!” Mike acknowledged grateful for the lad’s quick-thinking, then added defiantly, after noticing a rubbish bin located opposite the lift, “Why don’t we make the buggers wait as well!”
Leaving the lift doors opening and closing in frustration, they then high-tailed it to the emergency stairs and after climbing to the next floor, peered out into corridor, only to find no trolleys within sight.
They had to go up two flights more before finally spotting one in the distance weighed down with used bath towels. After witnessing the cleaner disappear into a room, Rajan dashed down the corridor, grabbed hold of two of them from the top of the heap and returned just in time to re-join his companion in the stairwell.
Flushed by their minor triumph over their impulsive tormentors, the pair didn’t don their towels and rush up the remaining flights to the pool immediately but, upon finding themselves naked and alone together unsupervised, tarried on the staircase to comply with their second demand, but in a different way to the one their masters had envisaged.
Rather than wanking-off separately to get themselves hard, in a further act of defiance, they hung their stolen towels on the banister rail and set about consoling each other for the traumas they had suffered earlier by embracing lovingly.
With their emotions heightened and their excitement enhanced by the risky setting, the pair were unable to contain themselves for long and after just a few minutes of frenziedly kissing and pawing each other, they rapidly exceeded their masters’ requirement that they get themselves erect, by basting each other’s bellies with a coating hot spunk!
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Despite only being draped in towels, after exiting the fire exit on the top floor, Mike and Rajan had no trouble blending in with the impatient crowd of damp haired, costumed parents and children crowding the lobby, determined to secure a space in the next lift down.
Beyond the ruckus, by the security door to the pool, they caught sight of Sonu and Pandu waiting for them equally impatiently, reluctant to risk entering without their hosts accompanying them. However, unlike the milling crowd, they immediately noted the remnants of their erections tenting out the front of their towels, along with their flushed faces and the tell-tale odour of fresh semen that pervaded them.
“Open the door!” Pandu demanded sullenly after handing Mike his electronic room key, clearly put out by being kept waiting gazing wistfully through the plate glass that surrounded the lushly planted roof-top garden beyond, whose pool of crystal-clear water reflected the sunlight enticingly.
“You just wait!” Sonu hissed in Rajan’s ear, as they had passed through the electronic security door and were led by one of the smartly dressed waiters to a secluded spot away from the other guests.
There, for the first time in their lives, the warehousemen were able to spend their time off from the factory imagining they were millionaires, quaffing cocktails, scoffing expensive snacks and reclining on sun loungers.
Interspersed, much to Mike and Rajan’s annoyance, with them taking them into the pool whenever they got bored, not to swim but to surreptitiously relieve them of their sagging underwear so they could languorously finger their arses and massage their dicks beneath the waterline.
To be continued...
