Indian Gay Sex Story: Being the hostel slave

Indian Gay Sex Story: Being the hostel slave

Indian Gay Sex Story: Abhijit was my senior in Delhi Public School. He was in the 12th standard at that time. He was quite tall, fit and a rather shy and reclusive boy, but also quite handsome. Abhijit was quite average in his studies but usually got around 70 percent in the finals.

He had finished his 11th standard in Delhi and then his parents made him go to study in a boarding school (hostel) for the last year of his school life before college. They wanted him to be independent and ready to face the outside world. He wasn’t very kicked about it though, as he had heard many rumours about life in the hostels. But, his parents did not heed to his wishes and sent him to off the hostel.

All through the journey, he was sad and nervous, and his nervousness grew even more after his parents left him at the gate of his new school. They kissed him on his cheeks and hugged him and said goodbye, and left for their home, leaving him all alone in an completely new environment. He was shown to his room, and was told that his classes would begin the next day. He was given his school uniform too.

When he went to his room, his name and his room-mates’ name was clearly written on a printed paper stuck on the door. He didn’t know where his class was, so he tried to stay quiet as he always was. The name of roommate was Vimal. He was a student of 11th standard, Abhijit’s junior. Vimal was a sportsman and a bodybuilder too, so he looked much older than Abhijit, even though he was at least an year younger.

Vimal was 6’4″ tall and Abhijit was 5’9″, but since he was thin and scrawny he appeared taller. Vimal was a naughty guy and the school bully, but when he came to know that his roommate was a senior, he showed some restraint and respect. He behaved very mannered with Abhijit, but a few talks later he realised that he was a really timid fellow and could be handled with ease.

After a while, Vimal left the room, and returned with a few of his basketball friends, all of them tall and strong guys. Standing next to them, Abhijit felt rather scared and stood up and offered them his bed to sit. They got the feeling, that he was a real scaredy ass. Now, the junior hunks slowly started to show their true colours and asked Abhijit to introduce himself.

Abhijit, nervously talked about himself and unfortunately, called Vimal as “sir” which led to another power shift for him. On hearing him call Vimal as Sir, the junior gang all started laughing and they told Abhijit to stand up, and he did. They said that since he had submitted to them like that, now he would have to obey all their orders as if he was their junior. He said sorry, but now it was of no use.

Abhijit was in big trouble now. Vimal and his friends told him that now he was their “slave” and they would just use him as and when they felt like and if he resisted they would beat the shit out of him. Being the weaker one, he had to agree with them. He timidly said, “Yes”, to which he was shouted upon by Vimal, who told him that he would have to refer to all of them as “sir” and serve all their needs like a servant.

With this Abhijit’s life as his junior’s slave boy had begun. They treated him very badly. He was forced to do their wash as well as iron their uniforms, complete their homework, and sometimes even serve them sexually.

They all were straight but loved to get an occasional blowjob from their senior slave! They all just loved it. This life of Abhijit lasted his entire year there and he felt really relieved when he was going to have his farewell and pass out from the wretched school. But he had no clue that his last day of school would turn out be the worst one there; one he would never be able to forget.

In the farewell party, Vimal played a little trick on his senior slave boy. He made an adulterated drink for him, and tipped the waiter to serve it to Abhijit. The waiter did so and as Abhijit consumed the drink, he began feeling drowsy. Seeing this, Vimal and his gang all went to him and pretended to be like his very good friends and took him to his room.

They then locked the room from inside, and stripped Abhijit naked. He was totally drunk and had no control over himself. They all got naked too and had a great fuck with him one by one. Abhijit was moaning hard and loud but it was of no use as there was no one in the hostel to hear him. All of them fucked him bare and also filled his ass with their cum. When he came to his senses he found himself and others absolutely naked.

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They all had their usual devious smirk on their face and Abhijit knew what had happened. He ass hurt like hell. He felt low and disgusted with himself but could not say anything to anyone as he knew that doing so would only lead to his own humiliation. He begged his juniors to keep quiet about this. They agreed to it on the condition that whenever any of them would be in Delhi he would have to serve them like their slave.

Abhijit had to agree or else they would expose him through his nude photos and the photos in which he was being fucked by the boys. That night got over and the next day Abhijit left for his home finally. He was glad to be out of the hell hole but it happened a few weeks later, when Vimal ordered him to come to his house and once again fucked him. This blackmail lasted for another year on and off but then Abhijit got admission in one of the colleges in Canada and fled from the abuse.