25. Doing the Laundry
Although the visit to the pool had already added considerably to Mike’s hotel bill, he still clung on to his hopes that Sonu and Pandu might be persuaded to help him recoup some of the losses he had suffered at the hands of Ashok. So, despite having to explain the additional cost to his boss on his return home, he proposed treating the four of them to a meal in the hotel’s restaurant that evening, hoping the bonhomie generated by the afternoon’s activities and his and Rajan’s continued subservience might persuade them to at least listen to his proposal.
Unsurprisingly, the ever-hungry duo happily accepted the offer of more free food, but given the cold-shouldering they’d received from many of the guests they’d encountered at the pool, were also clearly daunted by the prospect of dining in an up-market restaurant. So, after removing their swimwear and donning their hotel bathrobes once more, they demanded their hosts provide them with clothes to wear for the occasion that would disguise their humble origins from their fellow diners.
After checking out the contents of Rajan’s battered suitcase and finding nothing superior to their own attire, the warehousemen turned their attention to the contents of Mike’s wardrobe, where they found his recently acquired clothes. After trying them on for size, they quickly decided these would be far more appropriate for them to wear for dining out - leaving their hosts the problem of what they would be left to wear themselves.
That sorted, their guests sat down in front of the TV set once more and began scanning through the various channels available in search of a suitable movie to watch, only to be interrupted by Rajan asking if he and Mike could have their permission to take their soiled clothes to the hotel laundry room, that they had stumbled across in their backstairs’ wanderings?
Eager to begin watching their movie, to his surprise, the intoxicated warehousemen blithely gave their consent, but added the proviso that they go there dressed solely in their make-shift swimwear, which, after being repeatedly yanked down by their masters and dragged back up again by themselves, had become so enlarged and misshapen that they were now only held up by the damp fabric adhering to their skin.
Desperate to escape their endless demands, if only for a short while, the pair agreed nonetheless, only to receive an additional warning from Sonu that if they kept them waiting a second time by not getting back in time for dinner, they would spank both of their backsides raw and video them doing it!
Before they had time to change their minds, Rajan hurriedly added their guests’ and their own soiled clothing into his suitcase and took the room keycard and what was left of their Indian money with them. Then, after checking the coast was clear, the pair toted the suitcase out into the corridor dressed in their underwear, leaving the make-believe maharajahs reclining in front of the TV set immersed in an, especially violent, Bollywood epic.
Disillusioned by his discovery that Mike was as turned on by being fucked and humiliated by the warehousemen as he was by having sex with himself, Rajan had begun to have doubts that the businessman would honour his commitment to resume their romance once he was back in the UK.
Even if kept his word, helped him get a visa and paid for a later flight, he would be evicted from his hotel room as soon as he left the country and be faced with the prospect of having to cook and clean for the unruly workmen to earn his keep until his application was processed.
In addition, he now knew that if Sonu had his way, he faced not only the prospect of being spit-roasted every day, but also being obliged to wear a sari to carry out his domestic duties, and not just kiss his master’s arses metaphorically, but also literally by licking them clean every morning – a prospect that not only turned his stomach but made him worry about the threat this presented for his future health…
After suffering humiliation after humiliation from the first moment the horny factory workers had first set eyes on him, Rajan saw their visit to the laundry room as his opportunity to flee the hotel with his belongings still intact. But before he left, he planned to give Mike an ultimatum to either get rid of the two interlopers or have to face them alone.
However, he remained as besotted as ever by Mike’s handsome face, pale skin and gym-toned body, and although he now had serious doubts about whether his long-term romantic aspirations were shared, he was reluctant to abandon his dream of a better future with him in the UK without a fight. So, if offering to be his servant and sex slave didn’t cut it, he’d have to change his strategy and become more sexually aggressive instead.
It wasn’t as though he hadn’t played the active role before. Back in his home village when he’d been a teenager, after picking up the rudiments of gay sex from the rougher village lads, he’d been the one who’d seduced his older best friend. And even whilst he was being fucked and/or beaten by his “uncle” after work most days of the week, he’d still harboured fantasies of returning home to resume fucking him again, once he had made his fortune in the big city.
Neither was he short of ideas about how to go about playing the dom role either as, in addition to Mike’s own actions and those of the two warehousemen, there was the more brutal approach of Vinesh and Anil to guide him. So, if sexual humiliation was what most excited his white lover the most, perhaps it was time for him to demonstrate that he was capable of giving as good as he’d got!
Once out in the corridor, Rajan handed Mike one of the hotel handtowels he had purloined from the bathroom and urged him to drape it around his waist while he did the same, after which they headed off at speed in the direction of the emergency exit stairs. Only to then suffer the additional indignity of toting the youngster’s bulging suitcase up several flights of concrete steps barefoot, before they reached their destination.
The former waiter had spotted the sign advertising the existence of a laundry room on their way to join the warehousemen at the pool, and had insisted they pause to check it out, despite knowing the added delay might enrage their hot-tempered masters even further.
In a narrow windowless side room, they had discovered a bank of three washing machines and driers, along with a powder dispenser – provided by the hotel to discourage those guests unwilling to pay the inflated prices charged by the in-house laundry service from washing-out their soiled socks and underwear in their rooms.
It had been deserted then, and was empty again on their second visit. So, the pair quickly closed the glass-panelled door behind them and emptied their load of soiled clothes from Rajan’s suitcase into one of the machines, then cajoled the dispenser into releasing a slender sachet of detergent in return for a few rupee coins. Despite noting one of the driers was half-filled with freshly laundered washing, Rajan suggested they add their makeshift swimwear to the tub as well and set it to wash at a high temperature, in the hope that it might revert to its former dimensions.
Bowing to the lad’s greater knowledge in domestic matters, Mike happily followed his example, grinning to himself as it dawned on him that the lad’s interest in the room had stemmed from it being a place where they could make-out beyond the reach of their masters, with less risk of being uninterrupted than out on the staircase. However, after the trashing he’d already received that day, he had little appetite for yet another round of sex with the youngster.
In contrast, Rajan saw this as his final opportunity to convince Mike that he was capable of playing the dominant role in their relationship, after which he planned to present him with the choice of either turfing out the warehousemen or risk losing him for ever.
Calculating they had an hour or more before their machine completed its wash cycle, he led his unenthusiastic companion to the rear of the room, where the driers would partly hide them from view, and to Mike’s surprise, abruptly dropped his towel to the floor to reveal his cock was fully hard.
“Now it’s my turn to fuck you!” he announced, in an aggressive tone that until recently his former master would not have thought him capable of, accompanying his words by wrenching the towel from around his companion’s waist to render them both naked, and reveal the disparity between Mike’s shrivelled member and his own resurgent manhood.
“But first you’re going to suck my dick!” he added, wrapping his hand around the back of his lover’s head to guide it down to his groin, “Get down on your knees!”
Turned on by this unforeseen turn of events, after a moment’s hesitation, the older man overcame his impulse to scoff at the youngster’s affrontery and instead opted to comply with his demand, not least to discover if he possessed the wherewithal required to carry off the role of dom.
However, mindful of the hammering his knees had taken in recent days, he made the youngster wait while he laid their towels one on top of the other over the tiled floor to cushion them, before following his instructions and voluntarily taking his cock into his mouth.
“Close your eyes and keep them closed until I say you can open them again!” the youngster demanded, having worked out it would be far easier for him to make a success of his first attempt at sexually dominating his former master if he was not able to scrutinise his every move.
With his eyes closed shut, Mike speedily reverted to the naïve version of himself who’d been swept off his feet by the looks and the passion of his Indian college lecturer, who had ripped away his macho pretentions to expose the needy boy beneath, desperate to please him by performing any and every sexual act he demanded of him, regardless of how demeaning it might be.
The prospect of not only having to meet the sexual demands of the two horny warehousemen but also those of the former room service waiter as well on his return to his room, also added to his excitement. So, that despite his physical exhaustion and aching body, his dick began to slowly ratchet upward as he sucked.
Taken aback at the speed of his master’s capitulation but impressed by the expert way in which he massaged his cock with his lips and tongue, the youngster gradually began to savour the sensation and embrace his new role, by stroking his lover’s cropped hair as he sucked him as though he were his pet dog.
“Lie down on the floor!” Rajan demanded, hurriedly withdrawing his cock from his partner’s mouth when he was on the verge of cumming, conscious that while he remained standing, they risked being interrupted by a passersby catching sight of their antics through the door’s glass panel.
“Which way round?” Mike enquired, blindly seeking out the edges of the towel to work out where he should position himself.
“On your back… with your head in the corner,” the youngster replied, guiding the larger man into the position he favoured, then straddling his torso on his knees and raising his hands above his head so he could run his eyes over his denuded body.
Standing out from the pallor of Mike’s ivory flesh he noted the ring of bite marks encircling his neck and his now cherry-red nipples which also betrayed the impact of the warehousemen’s sharp teeth and fingernails. However, what stole the show was his flushed cock, which had now reached its zenith, and, silhouetted against the pallor of his hair bereft belly, appeared larger and more vulnerable than he’d ever recalled seeing it before.
Resisting the impulse to gobble up his lover’s member and suck him in return, Rajan instead swooped down to lick the sweat from beneath his hairless armpits and bathe his inflamed nipples with his saliva, before finally releasing his wrists to embrace his muscular torso in his arms and run his hands freely over the delicious smoothness of his pallid skin.
Luxuriating in the youngster’s adoration, Mike stretched out and threaded his fingers together behind his head to mark his continuing submission. Only to be taken by surprise when in his passion, Rajan gathered his ass-cheeks up in his fists and, as he wriggled beneath him, sank his teeth into the unblemished softness surrounding each nipple, until each one was surrounded by a circle of hickies of his own!
After noting that rather than shrinking, Mike’s shaft only grew stiffer in response to his actions, the youngster proceeded to gather up his former master’s silky-skinned ball sack in his fingers, weigh it up in his palm and after a brief deliberation tightened his grip around its two drooping orbs and dragged them downwards, along with his foreskin, so that his pre-cum leaking cock head was stranded fully exposed.
“You belong to me now!” Rajan exhaled, celebrating his new role by slapping his former master’s shaft from side to side with his free hand and targeting his blows at its unprotected tip until he began to squirm, “And I can do whatever I like with you!”
In response, Mike chose not to argue or make any attempt to protect himself, leaving his former slave free to torment his manhood as hard and as often as he pleased without fear of hinderance.
To be continued...
