The Bates Motel

Richard Evans entered his motel room with combined feelings of exhaustion and exhilaration. He had just concluded buyout negotiations with his Washington, D.C. law firm's top corporate client in a deal that all but assure him of a full partnership at the firm's fall meeting. He did not even mind the fact that he had missed his connecting flight out of the client's Memphis, Tennessee corporate office and, rather than go back into the city late at night, had decided to stay at a roadside motel near the airport so that he could get the airport quickly the next morning. The “Bates Motel” as in Alfred Hitchock's movie “Pyscho,” he had mused to himself as he pulled in and taken the key from a well-built muscular clerk in his mid-twenties and sporting blond hair worn in pony-tail. After telling the clerk about the missed flight and being alone for the night, the clerk had directed him to the last room in a secluded area of the motel where there did not appear to be other guests. Richard had thought the man a little eerie the way he seemed to stare right through him. Well, just another country “hick” with no manners Richard had thought.

The room was your basic roadside motel room: double beds, a credenza, desk area with a chair and television propped on top; coat closet and small bathroom in the back. Richard sat at the desk and called his wife to tell her the good news. He had worked for five years at the firm and was elated to tell her that he thought that he would soon be a full partner and that the whole family reaping all the benefits of a more substantial income. . . dare I say “mansion with a pool!”

The thirty-three year old attorney former college basketball star who still looked fit and trim was certainly now at the top of this game.

After watching some t.v., Richard disrobed and stepped into the shower to lather up and again relive this day of glory. While lathering his penis with soap, he also thought of his beautiful wife and having her legs wrapped around his back as he fucked her hard. His big boy suddenly rose to its glorious eight inch height. The attorney never heard the master key opening the room door. He never heard or saw a thing until the plastic curtain in the bath came snapping open with a sudden “pop.” There, with a leering grin on his face, stood the desk clerk. He was fully naked with his magnificent gleaming muscular body, with rock-like pecs, glistening directly in front of the lawyer. The man had absolutely no body hair throughout his smooth body. Furthermore, Richard immediately noted that even at eight inches – his was the smaller penis. The attorney's first emotion after the initial surprise was one of embarrassment as he had been caught in the act of lathering up and stroking his penis. But that emotion soon turned to one of abject fear as he saw that the young man was holding a box cutter with a menacing three inch blade perturbing from the holder. He also carried a huge duffle bag which he placed at the foot of the tub. . . . What in God's name was going on????

“Keep stroking if you know what's good for you ,” the man menaced with a flat but steady voice. “ And don't say a fuckin' word or I'll lop it off!” he added pointed to the attorney's now erect penis with the box cutter.

Richard, in no position to argue, continued to masturbate. When told to slow down his strokes, he did as ordered. They stood in silence, water cascading down from the shower, as he wacked away. In no more than fifteen seconds, the attorney started to involuntarily breath heavily. He tried to stop but couldn't as his captor started to softly chuckle. Even though he was scared shitless, Richard was slowly turning into a mass of jello as he slowly started to race toward orgasm. His hips started, ever so slightly, to rock back and forth. Try as he might, he just couldn't stop his involuntary gyrations and he continued to get aroused. He also just couldn't take his eyes of the man's body which only further confused him. Yes, from time to time to relax when the wife and kids were asleep, he would secretly get on his lap top and go to websites where women would be bound, and raped but it only involved women, not men. He had always been a man's man, even having had two affairs with gorgeous secretaries at the firm.

Bo Wright knew the look that the lawyer currently had on his face well. The confusion that some guys showed when he “stripped ‘em and picked ‘em ” as he would say. Some guys were into cock worship and being raped by a man and didn't even know it. . . they just had to be “pushed” a little but they would always “cum” around. Others got off at being ordered around by a big stud who could easily force them to do whatever he wanted. Either they surrendered or they were taken with much pain. . . simple as that. He just loved the moment that the guy would admit it and totally surrender. He was indeed mildly surprised to see that this uppity well dressed (not anymore, though!) lawyer was already well on the way to being broken like a feisty steer.

Wright had recently been released from prison where he had developed a liking for forcefully “ porking” men. Though he now fancied the ladies, he had not lost his interest in forcefully interrupted a good looking man's day and putting him through whatever paces his little ‘ol heart desired. He liked taking married men because he thought that they would be less likely to call the police after being raped. He tried to make each hit as humiliating as possible for the guy so that he would think twice about having to go over the details with the police and the wife and family. He knew that, in this case, he was chancing it with this lawyer because this was the first guy that he had done at this new job, but this guy was such an easy mark, and really a good looking guy that he was going to take the chance. The idea of having this guy as his sex slave for the whole night with no interruptions now that he had finished his shift was much to much to pass up.

“ Ho, now partner, get your hand away from your cock. You cum when I tell you – if I let you – not “un momento” sooner. Get the fuck out of the shower. NOW ! . . and march your naked ass to bed where I want you to stand, head down and arms folded in front of you.” AND DON'T SAY A WORD IF YOU WANT TO KEEP THAT DICK IN PLACE! YOU TALK ONLY WHEN I TELL YOU!

Bo had learned in all his experiences as a serial rapist of both men and women that clear direct no-nonsense directions where the best way to go. The victim was simply to react and not think. It certainly worked like a charm in this case as Richard Evans, only hours after the most successful professional day of this life, lifted one leg after the other out the shower and fearfully went and stood in the center of the motel room, cock now only semi-flaccid.

Bo followed him into the room, box cutter in his right hand and duffle bag in the other. He placed the bag down and told the lawyer to turn around. He quickly tied the lawyer ankles together with coarse rope.

“Please, there still time to let me go. I wouldn't tell the police . . . .,”

Richard had tried to keep his composure in telling Bo that he would face legal consequences, but he failed miserably. He was too scared. I simply came out as a whin. And for the comment, he had earned a backward and front ward slap to his face and a slight nick on the shoulder from the blade cutter. As some blood oozed from the wound, Richard shuttered and started to scream out, but Bo managed to silence it by stuffing a huge red plastic ball-gag inside his mouth and tying it behind his neck before throwing the lawyer onto the bed. Bo then proceeded, as he did with all his victims, to read him the riot act: . . . . what was going to happen to him . . . .(the lawyer would serve his every sexual need for the remainder of the night and then some); the consequences of uncooperation (mutilation of the body and/or death); and the reward (unharmed release the length of captivity depending on how he performed his duties as slave). When he finished, he told the lawyer that he would take off his gag and the only thing that he wanted to hear was his response to the terms that he had laid out. If he agreed, he would say only,

“Yes, Master. I am your slave. I will obey your every command.”. . .In addition, he was told that when addressed he would always call Bo, “Master.”

Bo, already knowing the answer by looking at the attorney, removed the gag and waited.

Richard first gulped in a breath of air and exercised his jaw which had been stretched beyond limits by the plastic ball gag deep that had been jammed deep into his mouth. He sat up as best he could with both legs still tied at his ankles. He began slowly as Bo waited:

“Yes, Master, I am your sex slave. I will obey your every command”

“Shit ya, you are, you asshole.” Now prove it to me. . . . Start wacking off again. Real slow, butt boy.”

 

Richard did as ordered and was again breathing heavily within the next minute as he slowly stroked his shaft from its pubic base to its now purple curved and dripping tip. He had never before seen it so hard with its veins so bulging! However, he was well being trying to figure out his full current emotions. He was terrified for his life, but still his cock was rock solid. He just wasn't going to think about his aroused state too much. . .He really didn't want to because it might lead him to conclusions that the wasn't willing to face at the moment. He was only trying to survive this ordeal as best he could. He was still a man's man and always would be.

As the lawyer continued to beat off on demand, Bo started talking to him and telling him that he, Richard, was his to do with in any way he chose. The attorney's private parts (and whole body for that matter) belonged to Bo and that he would be fucked in every cavity including his mouth. Each statement ended with . . .”isn't that right, slave?” Richard knew what was expected and complied on command :

“Yes, Master. Yes, Master, Yes, Master, Yes, Master ” . . . and on it went. Again, Richard was not allowed to cum. Bo continued to torture him this way because he wanted the full and complete soulful submission that he knew would eventually come from this attorney if he wanted to get his rocks off. In the instant that the lawyer would beg to be released and be allowed to cum, Bo knew that, like all the others before him, Attorney Richard Evan, lawyer, husband, and father would become nothing more than another Bo's sniveling sex toy.

Time for bondage for this guy. Specifically, a painful hogtie which occurred right there on the bed. Bo went to work: the attorney's cock and balls were bound tightly and painfully together with rope (Richard painful screams only came out as whimpers through the ball gag that Bo had reapplied). Rope was then wrapped around his ankles, forearms and wrists and all the rope was attached by a firm cord that went up his back from this tied ankles to his wrists causing his back to painfully contort backward as if Richard were some kind of pretzel. Richard could only moan into his gag as he was then beaten with a paddle throughout his entire body. Once his ass cheeks turned crimson, Bo went to work on the rest of this body reminding Richard at all times of his lowly slave status. At one point, Bo had Richard calling off the number of each blow as best he could through his ball gag. Richard was now crying in pain like one of his own children. But the pain was suddenly overwhelmed by a new sensation . . pure lust. Unmistakable moans of sheer lust started coming through the gag. Bo smiled an realized that this was the moment that he had been waiting for. Richard suddenly started bucking wildly and was he was overwhelmed by his incoming orgasm. Bo then knew it was the moment to take off the gag so that he could hear what the lawyer had to say.

OOOOOHH, AAAAAAHHHH, I'm cumminng. Yeeeeeesss. So goood. Yeessss.”

Richard then exploded and was forever a changed “man.” There was no other way but to now face the truth as he now lay on the bed covered with his own semen. He had emptied what appeared to be gallons of cum on the bed and was now writhing in it as Bo laughed his head off. Richard felt so ashamed. He had flashbacks to both his kids wetting theiir beds after having had a wet dream. Now there dad had had the biggest wet dream of them all. He had enjoyed every moment of this orgasm, no doubt about it. Oh, fuck the self-analysis, he was simply going with these feelings right here and now. He only hoped that it would be enough to earn him his life! If so lucky, there would be no police report. He suspected that Bo knew it too.

Bo finally untied him and at least let him shower. Richard had his hands tied to the top of the shower with wrist cuffs it was now Bo who lathered him down and wacked the attorney off again until he once again spewed cum into the shower's drain. No more need for the gag for our attorney friend for he certainly now didn't want out of the evening's festivities. Richard moaned softly as his jism again flowed. Again, Richard started spasm-ing back and forth at the hips in the shower.

Now that Richard had been broken, It was now Bo's turn and Richard appeared more than ready to serve. He knew that, should he have any chance to survive, he would have to become his rapist's male sexual receptacle. Richard bent over when directed and Bo applied a generous application of lubricant to the attorney's ass. To make sure that no one outside might hear what was about tothey would not be heard, Bo turned up the t.v. and made sure all the curtains were closed shut. Richard had been dragged out of the shower at around dinner time. Now at around 7:00 p.m., as he could make out the voice of Pat Sajak and Vana White in the background on “Wheel of Fortune” Richard Evans, Esq. was experiencing his own newfound mis-“fortunes” as he was fucked up one side and down the other for close to an hour before Bo needed a break. Up his ass, and a second time as he was forced to masturbate; in his mouth, the lawyer did every he was told while Bo took his every hole. At times, it was not easy for Richard as the pain up his virgin asshole was almost unbearable and trickles of blood flowed out of the rim on his anus. But even that soon passed as the lubricant helped him take his rapist's cock full up to the hilt until he thought that it would be coming out his other side. The motel room was soon filled with the sounds s of male flesh slapping against flesh; moans and grunts from both men, accompanied with the distinct scent of hot male sex that probably went outside into the still relatively empty parking lot!

When he was finally spent, Bo again tied and gagged his slave and went in and took a long hot shower after which he got dressed with some fresh clothes he had in his duffle bag. Richard, bound and gagged to the chair, looked over at his suitcase but didn't even bother to ask. He assumed that, should he be ever given the opportunity to dress again, it certainly would not be in the presence of his captor.