26. Nandan
Unknown to Mike or Rajan, a short time after their arrival in the Laundry Room, a member of the housekeeping staff had returned to retrieve the towels he’d left in one of the driers. Wondering why the door was closed, when it was customarily left open, he had glimpsed through the glass panel and caught sight of the pair’s entwined brown and white legs protruding from behind the row of washers.
After noting their bare feet were pointing in opposite directions and their combined bodies rising and falling in a steady rhythm, he thought maybe he had stumbled across a honeymoon couple whose passions had got the better of them whilst they waited for their clothes to dry.
He was about to decide discretion was probably his best course of action. Then he noticed that both pairs of legs were not only distinctly muscular but also coated with hair!
Although he had never come across a same sex encounter taking place in the laundry room before, he had interrupted similar goings on in the men’s toilets in the hotel foyer on a couple of occasions since he’d started work there and had found himself aroused by it.
However, neither had presented him with the opportunity to watch a white guy being fucked by an Indian one before – an experience which to date had been confined to a few grainy video clips posted on the gay porn site that he secretly ogled on his phone late at night or during the few brief moments in the course of his hectic working day when he found himself alone.
Assuring himself that his entry would be masked by the sounds emanating from the washing machine, which he could hear chugging away noisily, even out in the corridor, he couldn’t resist easing open the door and tiptoeing closer to the amorous pair to gain a better view of what was going on.
Excited by what he saw, the cleaner quickly extracted his mobile phone from his pocket, switched on its camera, and began to capture the deviant, but highly arousing, sexual activity he had discovered taking place in the heart of his domain. With the result that Rajan’s efforts to establish himself as the dominant partner in his and Mike’s relationship were inadvertently recorded for posterity!
With the former waiter facing downwards and Mike with his eyes tight shut, the cleaner found he was able to get close enough to include the whole of their bodies in his lens without fear of detection, and as his cock steadily hardened, he began to ponder what use he might make of the horny video footage he had so fortuitously been able to record.
Could he use it to obtain a commendation from the hotel management for his diligence in curtailing anti-social behaviour likely to offend other guests, he wondered? Or perhaps keep it to himself to inspire his nightly jerk-off sessions and sneak off before the pair realised they’d been videoed? Or maybe do both?
Then a riskier, but more sexually gratifying third course of action also occurred to him. Maybe he could use possession of the video to persuade the couple to allow him to join in their fun – regardless of whether they fancied him or not!
Not an especially handsome lad, he’d had precious few opportunities to land a man of his own since he’d relocated to Mumbai, not helped by the hotel cleaning job taking up most of his waking hours. He’d also discovered that his dark skin and rugged features didn’t go down too well with the guys he’d come across in the few gay haunts he’d clandestinely visited since his arrival. Even when he’d managed to overcome his natural shyness and summoned up the courage to talk to a guy he fancied, they had rarely been impressed by his menial occupation and lack of cash.
So, after just a few more moments reflection, the lonely youngster determined to make the most of this unexpected perk of his job to bring his sexual drought to an end.
However, he drew the line at risking losing his job over what might turn out to be the most fleeting of pleasures, so before he attempted to join in, he paused his recording and took the precaution of taking one of the towels from the drier to drape over the door’s window panel, before silently closing and locking it from the inside.
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Despite facing downwards, Rajan soon noticed the voyeur’s shadow fall over them and had realised they were being watched.
But since the interloper had made no attempt to interrupt them, he refused to panic and continued to up Mike’s humiliation, excited all the more by the thought of his debasement being witnessed by a stranger.
Then, when the washing machine abruptly went into spin mode and began emitting a sound so loud that it would drown out all others, he seized the opportunity to vent his resentment toward his former master for the mess he had got them in by hoisting up his rear from the floor by his ankles and landing a series of hard slaps on both cheeks of his bare backside.
Although their surprised admirer quickly stepped back to avoid detection, it was not before Rajan caught sight of his retreating trouser leg and noticed he was dressed in the hotel staff’s livery.
Instantly he deduced that he was a male employee, so almost certainly Indian and, as he was working in such a lowly location, probably of no great age or standing in its hierarchy. Plus, given he’d chosen to watch rather than interrupt their love making, that there was also a high probability that he was gay.
Keen to impress on their voyeur that he was the one calling the shots and perhaps make him believe a similar beating might be heading his way too, should he interrupt them, Rajan fuelled his blows by recalling all the indignities he’d had to suffer as a result of Mike’s half-baked decision to invite the warehousemen back to their room.
Only when the washer finally juddered to a halt and its high-pitched whirr was replaced by the more tranquil sound of water refilling the machine, was Rajan prompted to bring Mike’s torment to an end. By which time, his former master’s cock had shrunk to the size of that of an infant, which, along with his hairless crotch, bulging pecs and pumped-up limbs, combined to give him the appearance of an oversized baby whose bottom had been reddened by nappy rash! An effect that not only caused Rajan to smile, but his own cock grow harder still!
“Hold your ass cheeks apart!” the lad then instructed, backing away as the chastened businessman meekly complied and revealed the narrow strip of pale flesh that had escaped his punishment encircling his fuck-thole, like a target.
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By this time, their voyeur had eased down his workpants to free his burgeoning cock and was tugging on it rapidly as he made sure he captured every second of the raunchy goings on unfolding before him.
Surprised at finding himself so aroused by the deviant sex scene he was witnessing and emboldened by continuing to be ignored by its participants, he drew closer still as Rajan set about sliding his fingers in and out of Mike’s hole as a prelude to fucking him.
Soon he was so close that Rajan could detect a draft resulting from the frenzied pace of his wanking and, despite the noise still emanating from the nearby washing machine, overhear the quickening of his breathing as he approached orgasm.
Deciding this was the perfect opportunity to catch him unawares, he abruptly turned his head around to look directly at him and caught sight of his slender body silhouetted against the light, his cock in one hand, his mobile phone in the other, with his uniform pants down around his ankles.
Darker skinned than either himself or the warehousemen, and shorter in stature, he possessed a head of jet-black curls like the ones Mike had obliged him to shed and, judging by his slender limbs and torso, was aged around twenty, but little more.
However, the part of his anatomy that most caught Rajan’s attention was not his face, which could at best be described as nondescript, but the size of his dick which, from the angle he was viewing it from, appeared so out of proportion with the rest of his body that it looked as though he had sprouted from it, rather than the other way round!
Despite being on the cusp of orgasm, the alarmed youngster instinctively backed away from his scrutiny, only to trip over his trousers and, with neither hand free to prevent himself from falling, landed on the floor with a thump!
Unable to supress his amusement, Rajan could not prevent himself from laughing when, regardless of the pain doubtlessly emanating from his backside, the youngster’s mammoth cock began ejecting a series of high velocity plumes of spunk high into the air!
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“Stay where you are!” the quick-thinking waiter demanded, abandoning Mike to snatch the phone from the youngster’s hand and turn its lens toward him.
“Now it’s my turn to take some sexy pics of you!” he added, capturing the last moments of the lad’s orgasm in close-up as his cock continued to spatter his seed like soap suds over the laundry room floor.
“Take your clothes off!” he demanded, once the lad’s ejaculation had finally shuddered to a halt, stepping back to ensure he included the whole of the young Indian’s body in his lens.
Still enthralled by the erotic scenario he had been lucky enough to stumble upon and aware that he had no grounds to object in the light of his own actions, the befuddled cleaner did as was directed and began tugging off his uniform without protest.
Smitten by the good looks of the slender, shaven-headed young top and fascinated by the older red-haired, milky-skinned guy who obeyed his instructions, he crossed his fingers that his own ungainly, ebony body would meet with their approval.
“Very nice!” Rajan commented reassuringly, once the youngster had kicked off his trainers and removed his underwear to render himself fully naked, zooming in to capture close-ups of his oversized dick, then panning out to capture his dark complexion, short trunk and long slender legs.
Mike would love this guy, he assured himself and, given his slight figure, tender age and lowly position, was unlikely to pose much of a threat to either of them… unlike the two warehousemen!
Plus, the star-struck look in the youngster’s eyes and the way he instantly hung his head in submission when he ran his eyes over him, told him that he was anxious to please.
Deciding from his appearance that the cleaner was likely a migrant from the South, as many had been at his old hotel, he opted to continue to address him in English, thinking he might not yet be fluent in the languages spoken in Mumbai. This would have the added advantage that Mike would also be able to understand the demeaning things he said about him was well…
After capturing pics of the youngster naked and erect on cam, with glistening puddles of his cum rapidly liquifying on his belly and chest, Rajan turned his attention back to his former master, who, uncertain of what was going on due to his closed eyes, had obediently remained on his back with his legs up in the air expecting to be fucked!
Chuckling to himself at his continued subservience, he added the sight to the youngster’s video and instructed him to get down on all fours, after which he led him by the ear across the room to introduce him to the reclining youngster.
“Open your eyes and you will get a big surprise!” he joked, roughly thrusting the older man’s head down to the cleaner’s groin, then bursting into laughter when Mike did a double take when he discovered the generous dimensions of the interloper’s ebony-skinned cock.
“Clean him up!” he demanded.
In need of no second asking, the humbled businessman eagerly stretched his lips around the young cleaner’s mammoth member and licked its head clean of cum with the enthusiasm of a born-again sub.
“He’s my sex slave!” Rajan boasted to his compatriot with a grin, as his former master set about lapping up every last dribble of cum from his slender body.
“He’ll do whatever I say!” he added, patting Mike on the head, as though he were his dog, then demonstrating the extent of his control over him by adding, “Now lick the rest of it up from the floor!”
“You can fondle him… if you’d like!” Rajan offered, when he noticed the youngster’s eyes follow Mike’s up-turned ass across the room as he complied with his wishes.
He then watched with satisfaction as the lad eagerly reached out his hand to sample the smoothness of the Englishman’s pallid flesh for the first time.
“I’m Rajan, by the way,” he explained to him amiably, “And the white guy who’s licking up your spunk, is called Mike.”
“What’s your name?” he added, when the lad grinned back nervously but said nothing in reply.
“Nandan… Sir!” he croaked deferentially, hoping that the aggressive young top’s friendly tone meant he was not going to suffer the same punishment he had witnessed him dole out to his pal.
“You can finger his ass, as well, if you’d like,” Rajan added, laughing when he witnessed Mike’s shrivelled member spring back to life the moment the youngster touched him, “and play around with his tiny dick!”
Encouraged by both men’s responses, the youngster went on to prise apart Mike’s buttocks and run an exploratory fingertip around the pink rim of his anus then cup his hairless scrotum in the palm of his other hand and give it a little squeeze.
As yet another of his long supressed submissive fantasies became a reality, a quiver verging on ecstasy passed through the Englishman’s body, and, once he’d finished lapping up the remnants of the newcomer’s spunk from the floor, he showed the young Indian his gratitude by rubbing his cum-smeared face up against his slender brown legs and mewing like the cat that had got the cream.
“I think he likes you!” Rajan laughed, encouraging the fascinated youngster to pull back Mike’s fast-growing member between his thighs and commence sliding his fist up and down his shaft as though milking him.
Realising that there was a distinct possibility that his slave might also get to cum ahead of himself if he permitted the lad to continue fondling him for much longer, after adding the scene to the lad’s video, Rajan stayed his hand to impose a further degradation on his former master.
“Lick the nice Indian man’s feet, like a good little doggy!” he demanded, hooking his free hand around his slave’s neck and thrusting his head down to the youngster’s large, brown, feet, determined to undermine Mike so completely in Nandan’s eyes that he too would treat him with the contempt that he both desired and deserved.
“This is where you belong!” Rajan added dispassionately to his former master as he licked away the dirt and sweat that adorned the young cleaner’s feet, noting the air of contentment that had descended on him as he lay face-down on the floor.
“From now on you will adopt this position whenever your master introduces you to one of his friends… no matter what he looks like or how young or old he is… wherever you are and whoever might be watching…”
“Plus, as a reward for your good behaviour, today you also get the additional pleasure of humping the floor while you do it!” he added, pressing his bare foot down on the small of his former master’s back to sandwich his hard cock between his belly and the floor that he’d just licked clean.
Inspired by his words, Mike flexed his buttocks and enthusiastically thrust his hard cock up against the tiles beneath him.
“Now I want you to cum!” he added, deciding to postpone his own orgasm until later, in favour of providing a suitable climax to Nandan’s video. Only to then make it more difficult for him to comply with his demand by bringing more of his weight to bear-down on him.
As the youngster looked on bemused, Mike took one of his big toes into his mouth and began sucking on it as if it were his cock, after which his humping grew more frenetic still.
Seconds later, the humbled businessman shot his load joyously onto the floor beneath him, then lay exhausted as a spent salmon in a puddle of his own semen.
“Now you get to lick up your cum as well!” Rajan added dryly, after which both Indians broke into fits of laughter.
To be continued...
