The Businessman Hotel

It's been a week long of stressful presentations, hectic meetings and endless networking at the conference, even though they had made great success in promoting their firm, Mark and Rico were glad it was finally over and they can head home to their families just in time for the long weekend. However, when the workmates got to the airport along with the rest of the company's delegation team that included the VP and Executive Director, they were informed that there was a huge storm back at their hometown and flights were cancelled until further notice. After some intense phone calls back to the office and negotiations with the airline staff, the Director managed to re-book the whole team for a flight home two days later, much to the disappointment of everyone since they would only get home by the last day of the three-day weekend break. But at least the weather is nice here so they could just make the best out of it and enjoy the extra impromptu stay...and the boss promised no work talk for the weekend.

After some mad scrambling to search for any decent hotel that still has availabilities for them all without charging an arm and leg, the group finally settled down on a small business hotel slightly off the main hotel strip near the airport called "The Businessman Hotel". It was bit of an odd name, but true to its name, it was a small clean-cut business boutique hotel, with only about 30 rooms spread over two levels. There were only seven rooms left and their delegation of 14 would just fit, although they'll all have to share two a room.

When Mark and Rico got to their room, number 105, they found the decor to be warm and decently comfortable. But the thing that caught their immediate attention the most was the strong odour of fragrance that filled the room. Normally, Mark is quite sensitive to strong perfumes or fragrances, but for some reason, the smell in the room did not seem to bother him. He and Rico actually started to find it quite pleasant and even wanting to breathe in more of it. What they did not notice was the high-frequency white noise that was also being emitted from the speaker in the ceiling as soon as the closed the door. By the time they had put down their luggage, their heads were already swimming in a sea of fuzziness and they simply stood there for a moment staring blankly as all their conscious thoughts faded away.

When their senses returned again, there was only one thought that filled their minds completely. The two coworkers immediately rushed over to the plush queen-sized bed, kicked off their dress shoes with some sense of urgency, and jumped onto bed at opposite ends. Without a moment of hesitation, Mark and Rico grabbed each other's warm and sweaty socked feet and plunged their faces nose first into the soles. Their minds were filled with a sudden intense craving for the smell and taste of each other's sweaty feet as they desperately sniffed and slobbered over the other's stinky black dress socked feet. Through the conditioning of the drug in the air and the white noise subliminal, their inhibition had been lowered to near zero, opening them to any suggestions fed to their brains. So while they felt something was strange about their actions, they were completely powerless to resist. On top of that, the intense desire instilled into their minds, and the growing pleasure that they were being forced to associate with the sudden craving, were all dragging the businessmen's minds down a degenerate whirlpool of intensifying desperate craving, pleasure and lust, until all of their thoughts and actions were driven purely by pure instincts of pleasure and desire...
  

Next door to Mark and Rico, in Room 107, the fancy-dressed marketing guys, Ali and Martin, were also subjected to the same mind control and were forced to engage in the similar foot sex with each other in their room...

Further down the hall, in Room 112, Jerry the accounting manager, the no nonsense family man, and his intern Alex, a shy and studious university kid, were also no match to the powerful conditioning and suffered the same fate as their other colleagues...

However, those guys would not realize (at least not yet) that the action is only more intense on the upper floor rooms. In Room 202, Adam the sales director, boss of Mark and Rico, was not put into a foot worship scene with his roommate Patrick, another sales manager and colleague of Mark & Rico. Instead, they jumped right into the hardcore fun, and Adam had already been plowing Patrick's holes incessantly.

Similarly, down the hall, in Rooms 207 and 210, the IT guys and the contract admin guys, were all lost in slurping all over each other's hard poles.

Finally, last but not least, down in one of two Executive Suites at the end of the corridor, the VP and Executive Director were just as busy with each other...

The guys wouldn't know, but just next door in the other Executive Suite, Warren and Derrick Bright, owners of the Bright Brothers firm, their biggest rivalry in their hometown, have also just checked in half an hour earlier. The normally smart and charming brothers were already lost deep in the induced sexual heat with each other, and were already sweaty pile of entangled hot meat in their room by the time the other guys were checking in.

With the hotel completely full for the weekend, the front desk guy calmly closed up shop, turned off the main lights, locked the front door and turned on the "Closed" and "No vacancy" signs outside. He then retreated into his office and control room to focus on his "other business". None of the guests would have had a chance to notice the multiple cameras that were concealed but strategically placed around their rooms to clearly capture all of their intimate actions live and broadcast on a secret private website. Using a sophisticated system of vapour drugs and high-frequency subliminal commands, the Businessman Hotel - which only takes in unsuspecting hot, masculine businessmen on business trips - alternative business was to orchestrate steamy live sex scenes for their subscribers with real-life suits. The guy runs through all the cameras to make sure that every room in the hotel is engaged in some form of sex act, and then opens the live feed to his subscribers.

In the end, the nice weather here did not matter to Mark, Rico and all the other guests at the hotel. No one stepped outside the building for the rest of their stay, but their extended stay in town turned out more busy, and intimate, than they would have ever imagined. From morning until late night, everyone was constantly engaged in some form of sex act with their roommate...and with everyone one else in the hotel as they were commanded to go to different rooms and perform with whoever else was in there.

By the time they checked out, none of them would have any recollection of it, although they all felt extremely exhausted and sore all over, particularly their jaws and butts...

Pissing Off the Bar Owner

Mark awoke with a start, only to find himself in pitch darkness and crouched in a tight confined space. In a moment of panic, he tried to wiggle himself out of the thick canvas straightjacket hugging him tightly, but he couldn't slip his arms out of their sleeves. He realized he was also naked below the waist as his knees were forced to push painfully against the hard steel bars of the tiny cage, his feet on the cold hard concrete floor, and lastly, his large balls and long dick dangling freely in the cool damp air of the basement. The thick leather hood was effectively keeping the college soccer player blind and deaf, and the large hard rubber tube pushed into his mouth kept him mute as well.

Mark couldn't understand what was happening or how did he found himself in the painful predicament. He tried to think back to what happened the night before (was it really last night?): Mark and his soccer teammates were celebrating a winning game and his upcoming birthday. As a bit of fun prank, the team decided to visit a local gay leather bar. After a few rounds of beer, Mark recalled some of patrons in the bar were trying to hit them up, to which, in their drunken state of mind, didn't take it well and things got a bit rowdy afterwards. The bar owner stepped in before things got out of hand. The imposing middle-aged man pulled the pissed off patrons away and offered a round of beer to Mark and his team to keep them cool. However...Mark drew a blank about what happened for the rest of the night after that...

Suddenly, Mark could feel liquid flowing into his mouth from the tube gagging him. It was a gentle trickle at first, but the flow quickly into a steady stream filling  his mouth. As soon as he could taste the stuff, the young man gagged: the streaming flow was warm, salty and bitter, it was nasty like nothing Mark has ever tasted before. The thick tube kept his mouth wide open as the disgusting liquid kept pouring in with no way to stop it or spit it out. He had no choice but to force himself to swallow in order to be able to keep breathing. After several gulps that he struggled to hold back from throwing up, the steam finally subsided. 

Still trying to catch his breath and reeling from the nasty taste in his mouth, Mark felt a hand patting his head. He heard a deep, masculine voice through the thickness of his hood: "How are you settling into your new home, boy? Hope you enjoyed your little morning drink from me...you better get used to it, because this will be your life now. You see, you and your buddies came into my bar last night, got a bit too rowdy and disrespected some of my good friends and patrons. Young hot heads like you guys need to be properly taught about respect and obedience. So I offered you guys a round of spiked beer and before long all of you were already slumped over and deep asleep. I realized you were the special birthday boy last night and you fit quite well for my ideal boy, so I decided to keep you as my personal urinal here in the basement of the club."

At this point, Mark was in shock as the man explained his predicament. He began struggling around his bondage, but the restraints and cage gave Mark no relief at all. The man's hand gripped his head more forcefully and held it in place: "I suggest you save your energy and get use to your new life, young man. If you behave, then it'll be easier for you...if not, you'll be taught about your place here. Either way you'll be staying down here drinking my piss from now on, do you understand? Oh, and your friends, I've also taken care of them...let's just say consider yourself lucky to be chosen as my personal slave."  

Indeed, Mark should be "grateful" about his situation. While he was only locked away as the master's personal urinal, most of his teammates have been locked away in the bar's main washroom, at the backside of the line of urinals. Like Mark, they have been "properly plumbed", but they will instead be forced to swallow countless loads of piss from unknown patrons of the bar every night.

Except for the triplets on the team, John, Jerry and Jason. One of the guys who were annoyed by the youngsters at the bar, was a buddy of the master, and he took interest of the brothers upon seeing them after they fell under the effects of the drug. The bar master generously offered the three to his friend, who decided to hang them up as ornamental columns...and plumbing...in the washroom of the private all-male fitness club he runs. At least they'll be drinking from athletic (but still kinky) dudes...