Liberation Day
After adding shots of Mike lapping up his own spunk from the laundry room floor to the video, Rajan stopped recording and invited Nandan to review the footage alongside him.
“That’s pretty hot stuff you’ve got there!” he concluded with a whistle, once they’d skimmed through it all, “So I’m not going to insist you delete it, after all!”
“Thanks!” responded the youngster, who had thought he might never see his phone again, let alone get to the keep the video he’d illicitly recorded of the sexually daring couple making-out.
“Providing you make me a copy and promise never to show it to anyone else…” Rajan added.
“Sure,” the youngster replied, “if you do same!”
“Not a problem for me,” replied Rajan, surprised by the alacrity with which the cleaner had adding the caveat, “Though if it were ever to get posted on the internet, I think Mike has a hell of a lot more to lose than either of us two!”
“Okay, I download and give copy tomorrow!” the cleaner volunteered.
“Trouble is, I need it today,” Rajan grimaced, regretting he no longer had access to Mike’s laptop, but resolved not to return to their room to retrieve it while the warehousemen were still there.
“I try,” the cleaner agreed, “But need borrow mate’s computer before he clock-off.”
“In that case, you better get dressed,” Rajan replied, realising that should Mike not agree to throw Sonu and Pandu out, the cleaner’s video might end up being his only souvenir of the two of them ever hooking up.
Meanwhile, after licking the floor clean, the man in question remained immersed in his fantasy of becoming the two Indian lads’ slave, and while they viewed the video, had remained where he’d been told ‘he belonged’ – namely crouched down at their feet with his ass up in the air as though he was their pet dog.
Desperate to regain his young masters’ attention, on overhearing Nandan was about to depart, Mike began showering both of their bare brown feet with kisses to indicate his willingness to continue in his lowly role and display his gratitude toward them for being permitted to cum.
A strategy which swiftly paid off by eliciting a series of “awes” and affectionate pats on various parts of his anatomy from his two admirers…
Only for the tender scene to be interrupted by the washing machine abruptly commencing its noisy final spin cycle, after which Rajan motioned Nandan to join him by the door so they could more easily make themselves heard.
“Stay!” he shouted with a raised finger when Mike made a move to follow them, “You stay here and put our washing into the drier as soon as it’s finished spinning.”
Keen to demonstrate his obedience, Mike knelt facing of the vibrating washing machine, while Nandan gathered his clothes together and Rajan extracted some clean ones for himself from his suitcase.
“In return for keeping the video… There’s something else you and your mate might be able to help me out with, …” Rajan broached, handing the youngster back his mobile phone as he dressed.
“Two days ago, Mike invited a couple of tough guys he’d had sex with before, back to our room …” he explained, heaving an exasperated sigh.
“But once they’d figured-out he likes being dominated, they stayed on and have been making both our lives hell ever since!”
“I see…” Nandan responded, “That how he got the marks on his body?” he added, looking across at the bruises, bites and blotches that marked Mike’s once flawless white skin, as he reached inside the washing machine to transfer its contents into the drier.
“Most of them,” Rajan replied, grateful that the ones adorning his own anatomy were now safely hidden from view.
“He thought he could control them by providing them with free food and booze, but before he knew it, they’d taken charge of our belongings, stripped us of our clothes and turned us into their slaves!”
“Why you not call police or tell hotel?” Nandan enquired.
“Well, the gay thing for a start!” Rajan began, “Plus, they’ve got hold of videos of us having sex in public they could easily show to the authorities or post online if we don’t do as we’re told!” he added, opting not to complicate matters further by mentioning he was also on the run from his “uncle” who had pals in the Mumbai police.
“I’ve been trying to persuade him to get rid of the buggers ever since I met them, but the trouble is, he gets off on the mean way they treat him!”
“Before they arrived on the scene, he’d promised me he’d take me back to England with him … but now I’m not so sure I’m what he’s looking for…” he confided.
“He look happy enough to me!” Nandan commented, having witnessing the blissful expression on Mike’s face after he’d cum and the eagerness with which he obeyed Rajan’s every command.
“That’s cos, now I know what he’s after, I decided to show him I can be as macho as the next gay guy, sex-wise” he explained.
“Well, you sure convinced me!” the young cleaner commented, “I thought you make an awesome top!”
“Maybe,” Rajan laughed modestly, “But I doubt I’d have succeeded in turning him on quite so much, if you hadn’t joined us when you did!”
Smiling at the compliment, after a few moments’ deliberation, Nandan uttered the words Rajan had been hoping he would come up with.
“Maybe I can help get them out…”
“Unregistered guests not permitted in hotel overnight …” he continued as though quoting the official regulations, “So hotel staff could throw them out for you… Plus, doorman big pal of mine!”
“That would be great if you can pull it off!” Rajan exclaimed, unable to hide his enthusiasm, as the youngster voiced the solution to their problem that he favoured the most.
“As the room’s in Mike’s name, they’ve no right to be there without his say-so,” he confirmed.
“Plus, they’ve already had the time of their lives at his expense! So, when they realise the game’s up there’s a chance they’ll go quietly!” he added, despite secretly thinking it highly unlikely Sonu and Pandu would go willingly, for the very same reason.
“I can let your pal have a tip, if he’s willing to do it … Though it’s not much, I’m afraid,” Rajan apologised, after gazing down at what was left the Rupee notes and coins he’d brought with them and discovering they had less than five thousand left.
“It’s not much, but he’s welcome to it all, if he can help us out! Plus, Mike could give him some more money after they’re gone!”
“Not to worry!” Nandan assured him with a grin, taking the cash from his hands, “It bigger than usual tip!”
“But he’ll have to make sure they don’t walk off with any of Mike’s stuff!” added Rajan, suddenly anxious that the warehousemen might make off with the contents of the safe or his newly purchased clothes.
“I make sure!” Nandan assured him, unlocking the door and removing the towel draped over the window, “What your room number?” he asked, suddenly more businesslike.
“It’s 1904!” Rajan replied, scarcely able to believe that their seemingly unsurmountable problems were about to be so speedily resolved, “Here’s the room key so you can confirm its in Mike’s name.”
“If you can get us back our room, as your reward you can have a go at fucking him as well!” he added, as a final incentive, imagining his white lover impaled him on the cleaner’s mammoth brown cock and getting turned on by it.
“Stay here! I come back, when they gone!” replied a grinning Nandan, giving Rajan a surprise peck on the cheek before disappearing down the corridor.
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Annoyed by the repeated ringing of the room’s doorbell, Pandu eventually tore himself away from the movie he and Sonu had been immersed in and opened the door. There, he was confronted by the smartly dressed doorman, whom he recognised from the hotel entrance, accompanied by two equally hefty porters, with the young cleaner hovering in the background ready to safeguard its legitimate occupants’ possessions.
The doorman coolly explained that the management had received a report from the key-holder that they were staying here illicitly without his permission. And if they could not prove otherwise, they would be obliged to leave immediately or face the matter being handed over to the police.
Realising they were about to be evicted, and feeling resentful at being betrayed by their hosts, the still intoxicated warehouseman attempted to slam the door in his face, only to discover he had already put his foot in the way to prevent him from doing so.
After betraying their guilt through his hostile reaction, Pandu belatedly attempted to keep the would-invaders at bay and shouted to Sonu to help him.
But after overhearing what was going on, his more quick-thinking companion realised the game was up and refrained from coming to his aid, as the last thing he wanted was for their actions to be brought to the attention of the Mumbai police. With the result that Pandu was rapidly overpowered.
“Okay, okay! We’ll leave peaceably!” he shouted above the hubbub, holding his hands up in the air in submission as the whole group burst into the room and surrounded him.
“You’ve one minute to get dressed, before we escort you from the premises!” the annoyed doorman demanded, kneeling to massage the foot Pandu had crushed against the doorjamb.
Eventually realising that their own clothes were no longer around, Sonu opened up Mike’s wardrobe to don the ones they had planned to wear for their evening out, only for Nandan to immediately intervene.
“You are to take nothing from the room that doesn’t belong to you!” Nandan warned them, spotting immediately that the unworn clothes hanging up inside it were not owned by the two Indians. Only for Pandu to blurt out defiantly that they’d have to leave naked in that case as their clothes were being laundered.
“Fine by me!” the aggrieved doorman responded, losing patience with him, forcing his right arm up his back in a half-nelson and bundling him out into the corridor, leaving his colleagues to escort the more resigned Sonu from the room after them.
The party of porters then frogmarched the miscreants to the service lift, dressed solely in their bathrobes, sped them down to the basement and led them to the hotel’s rear, with Pandu muttering impotent threats and curses at them throughout.
“Before you leave, we’re going to take your pictures,” the doorman announced, after bringing the party to a halt on the threshold of one of the emergency exits, and giving a nod to Nandan to take out his mobile phone.
“If either of you dare show your faces here ever again, I won’t hesitate to report you to the police!” he threatened, as the young cleaner captured their mugshots.
“Also, as they’re hotel property, you’ll have to return the bathrobes before you leave, I’m afraid!” he added with a smirk, releasing the lock on the door, which opened directly onto the street, in readiness for his colleagues to eject them.
At which point the drunken pair made a dash for the exit, only for the doorman to bar their way so his assistants were able to wrest the robes from their shoulders before they departed. Leaving them no option but to stumble out onto the pavement completely naked.
A scene which Nandan eagerly recorded on his mobile to show to his new-found friends to reassure them that the pair would not be bothering them again any time soon!
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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!
To be continued...
