I checked into the hotel around 9, dumped my stuff in my room and immediately headed down to the bar. This was my first time traveling for a conference and my first "real" job. I was barely out of College and only 21. It all seemed so exciting.
I was surprised when my boss, Paul invited me along. I was only an entry level salesman and didn't feel this conference pertained to my position. It was all about marketing concepts and so forth. I was no where ready for that department. But Paul said he saw potential in me and wanted to "take me under his wing" and help me advance in the company.
I sat at the bar feeling a little silly in my gray business suit and red tie ordering a rum and coke. The bar tender carded me and I could feel myself blushing as he looked a little too long at my ID before he handed it back to me. I still looked so young, like a kid wearing his father's clothes. Seeing that my ID was from out of state, he asked me what I was doing in town. I told him I was in for the Marketing Conference at the Convention Center and told him the name of my company. He shot me a very disturbing look and said, "Oh, you are here with Paul." He handed me the drink and then quickly added another shot of rum from a different bottle before I could pick it up.
I asked him if Paul was a regular at that hotel and he said, "yes he is and you will be too." As I opened my mouth to ask what he meant he quickly turned and walked away. Then he looked over from across the bar and said, "that one's on the house boy." I shrugged it off. I was just glad to be on the ground, out of the plane and drinking some alcohol.
I had nearly finished the drink when Paul walked into the bar. He greeted me enthusiastically and shook my hand. "Mike I am so glad you finally made it. I see you are in need of another drink." He looked over at the bar tender and nodded. He nodded back and took out the rum bottle and started mixing me another rum and coke.
Paul and I chatted casually about our plane rides and so forth. We had taken separate flights. I was in the midst of drinking my second drink and babbling on about how excited I was about the conference when suddenly I began to feel strange. I was dizzy and having difficulty seeing. Paul acted concerned and told me it was time to take me up to my room.
He was a much larger man than I. He stood about 6 foot 3 and was at least three hundred pounds. I was staggering and falling against him as we went down the hall. By the time we reached the room he was nearly carrying me. He opened the door to MY room with HIS key and I realized that we were sharing a room. Everything was spinning and I couldn't talk.
He nearly shoved me into the room and slammed the door behind him. I fell onto the one and only king-sized bed in the room. Paul started yelling at me to take off my clothes. I was confused and started to protest but nothing would come out of my mouth. He told me that if I wanted to keep my job I better do everything he said. If not I better figure out a way to hitch hike back home and that he had taken all of my money, credit cards and ID out of my pocket in the bar.
I was stunned and confused but I started to take off my shirt. "Stand up you little piece of shit and take your clothes off now! Do it quickly or I will tear them off of you." I was so scared. What was he going to do to me? I stripped down to my underwear and he smacked me hard across the face. He took out a large hunting knife and cut my underwear off of me. The blade came so close to my cock that I screamed.
He informed me that he had connections at the hotel and that no amount of screaming was going to bring me help. I was naked and shivering and barely able to stand. My drink had been spiked.
I was a very skinny kid at only 140 pounds and 5 foot 8. My hair was a bit long and shaggy. He took me by the hair and shoved me down on the bed. He threw himself on top of me with all of his weight crushing me into the mattress. His cock was rock hard and huge in his pants and he was grinding it against mine. I was scared and repulsed but had no ability to fight him off.
Paul was holding down my arms and staring me in the eyes. I looked away and he spoke harshly, "Look at my eyes!" Horrified I looked into his. I began to cry. It was shocking because I had not cried in many years. But the intense glare of those eyes tore through any and all emotional shields and left me completely helpless.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks and muffled sobs were escaping me. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. "Look at the baby cry," he whispered in my ear. "Now don't move!" I couldn't imagine how I could. I was completely limp from the alcohol and drugs and absolutely terrified.
He climbed off of me and went to the dresser. He pulled out a roll of duct tape. With a loud rip he pulled of a strip and came back over to the bed. He held up my limp penis with two fingers and laughed. "Well you obviously aren't using this so let's put it away. I don't want you to accidentally enjoy this." Enjoy this? At that moment I realized that there was a part of me that did.
Stretching my soft cock as far as he could he began wrapping it tightly in the duct tape and then taped it to my belly. I was confused and uncomfortable but then he began massaging my balls and I started to get aroused. As blood tried to flow into my bound penis I felt horrible pain and I begged him to stop.
"You don't beg me to do anything I don't tell you to beg for! Were you enjoying my touch?" I shook my head no and he smacked me across the face then he squeezed my balls in his palm and I screamed for him to stop.
"Listen Michael, I OWN you and if I want to hurt you I will. Now I am going to use you all week and you will NOT tell me no and you will NOT have an orgasm. You do as your told and I will let you keep your job. If you refuse me I will use you anyway and I will see to it that you never get another decent job in your life." He winked at me and said, "But I think you have potential son so don't disappoint me."
He began wiping the tears off of my face and in a soothing voice he asked me to stop crying and told me it would be OK. He unzipped his pants and climbed on top of my face. He pulled out his shockingly huge penis and pressed it against my mouth. "Open up and DO NOT BITE ME! You bite me and I will cut yours off."
