The following short story is completely fictional with no resemblence to anything living or dead, anything common to reality is mere co-incidence.
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Chapter One
Karan was a 26 year old, handsome 6ft., wheatish and well built guy, who looked younger than his age. He was an academically good student and had excelled in all his exams. He could have chosen a better career, everyone said, but he wanted to get into hospitality, and so he did. He always got what he aimed for, and this was his aim, and he got it. Karan did not have many friends. He was a very friendly person, though. The reason was his sexual inclination towards men, instead of being towards women.
Had it been any other country, it would be tolerated, but in India, it was taboo. Whoever knew about this, although not directly, but still tried to avoid him. The fear of being with a gay made all the men stay a bit far from him, although the ladies did not have any such problem.
Karan had had a liking towards men from the very beginning, maybe the reason being that he had studied all his life in an all-boys school. But whatever the reason be, this was the truth, and Karan did not feel ashamed about it. He was very frank and open about it. Even his family, who lived in Dubai, knew it. They tried to sort out this problem in the beginning, but later gave up and accepted their son as he was.
Being a handsome and an intelligent hospitality graduate, Karan did not find getting a good job with much hassle. He got a steward's job in a very good luxury hotel in Bombay -- The Holiday Inn. Though the sexuality stuff was all kept secret carefully, as it would be a cause of trouble later on.
He was very talented. He had perfected the skills of being a polite and a charismatic waiter, though he tried not to be servile. Although he had submissive streaks in him, he tried to control them as far as possible. Another reason for him enjoying his job was that he got a chance to address handsome young and middle-aged men as "sir", which really turned him on. He began his job as a bar-waiter, where there were lots of handsome, upper-class male customers that served his personal purpose of getting to address men as "sir". Later, after about six months, he was promoted because of his good work and high acclaim from the guests to a steward, and now, his area of duty was the highly acclaimed coffee shop of the hotel.
He had a real flair for seeing men in uniforms and was an avid surfer on the net to various sites showing men in uniform. He liked his uniform as well. The first one, when he was a waiter, was simple -- black trousers, white tux-shirt, a black bow tie and a smart black waistcoat with gray vertical lines to add to the demeanor. The waiter's job was also fun, and that lead to his good performance as well, which finally gave him the steward's position and led to a change in his life.
He reported at his service area, promptly dressed in his new uniform, bang on time. He looked even more sensuous and sexy in a gorgeous uniform outfit, newly designed by a famous designer. He, being so handsome, looked more than tempting in a white dinner jacket, black trouser and the usual wing-collar shirt and black bow.
The manager told him that the bar served the very elite business class of the city, and so, he had to be extremely polite and courteous to the customers, as they obviously meant a great deal of business to the elite hotel.
Karan, the smart steward knew the tricks very well and he got ready for the job and wore his smart white gloves and took a white napkin round his wrist and stood near one of the tables, as that was assigned to him as his area.
Time passed, and for about fifteen minutes no one came to his area, and then^Å an extremely handsome and dynamic business executive came in. He was awesome -- electric personality, just like Karan, clear-cut profile, crisp features, clean shaven face and well gelled and neatly trimmed hair, tall and fair, flawless and smooth skin and a really dominating look. He was wealthy and had a commanding look to go with it that made him absolutely wow!!
Karan, with all the politeness and courtesy that he had been taught while dealing with customers, came to the handsome "demi-god" looking guy, and greeted him respectfully, the hour of the day. He handed over the menu card to the handsome suited gentleman with his gloved hands, and stood awaiting further orders. He also poured him in the exquisite crystal, mineral water. The steward was given the order for some coffee and refreshment, so he rushed back to complete it.
On the way back, he noticed that he was so over-powered by the handsome man that he was sporting a boner, right in the middle of the restaurant. He knew that the man he would be serving had the looks and the charismatic personality that a dominating master would require.
Karan, who knew, heart of hearts, that he was submissive and also a man's man. He felt that this was the man to whom he would love to submit, purely because of his style and charismatic looks. He completed his order and served his "dream-master" as submissively and stylishly as he could.
The handsome business executive, whose name was Raj, had come to the coffee shop as he had a coffee appointment with someone, who eventually did not turn up. Although, he wasted the precious time of his, he was not dissatisfied as that day he did not have any other appointment till the evening, so he ended up sitting in the coffee shop for just over two hours, being served by the same handsome, yet submissive steward.
The steward, had already been mesmerized by the sheer presence of the business executive, and that was being clearly visible due to the changes in his body. The business executive noticed that the steward serving him was servile by his very actions and his way of serving, and moreover, due to the fact that the waiter addressed him as "sir", more often than required. He noticed that and was delighted. He being a gay, a dominating gay, got an urge to meet this steward often as it is extremely difficult to get gays for fun or pleasure easily in India. He left him a generous tip and also his cell-phone number written on a piece of paper, folded discreetly between the tip as he made out that the waiter was anxious and desperate for coming closer to him, so he did what he thought best and then left.
Karan was happy that he got a generous tip, but happier when he saw the name and cell number of the business executive. He knew he had a chance as he had created an aura of sensuality while serving his handsome guest. He decided to call him up as soon as he got off duty that evening. He was gay he knew it. He was submissive he knew it very well. He wanted someone to control him, someone he could call "master", and now he was very close to getting one such handsome individual as his master.
He eagerly waited to get off duty, so that he could have at least a start to this fairy-tale life of his that he had always imagined -- to be at the feet of handsome men, as their possession.