Room Service
By The Slaver.
[1] Room 69.
It had been a long fourteen days of stressful, hectic meetings and networking for Penswick, Saward, DAVID and BRIAN, even though they had made great success in their work for the ‘company’, Penswick and Saward, DAVID and BRIAN were glad it was finally over and they can head home just in time for the long holiday weekend. However, before they even got to the airport, they were informed by the ‘company’ that there was a huge snow storm back home in the US, and that all flights to the whole Atlantic US sea board were cancelled until further notice. The ‘company’ told the four guys that after some intense negotiations with the airline, that it had managed to re-book the whole team for a flight home one week later, much to the disappointment of everyone, but at least the weather fair; so they just had to make the best out of it and enjoy their impromptu stay.
After some mad scrambling on line to search for any decent hotels, available, that did not charge an arm and leg, Penswick finally settled down on a small hotel slightly off the main hotel strip near the airport. The hotel was a small clean-cut boutique hotel, with only about 170 rooms spread over three levels. There were only three rooms left, which meant that two of them would have to share one of the rooms, as David and Brian Roberts were twin brothers, they would share a room, Penswick and Saward would have the two single rooms. The four guys checked into the hotel, and were shown up to their rooms.
When Penswick got to his room, number 69, he found the decor to be warm and decently comfortable. In Room 169, David and Brian Roberts had not notice the high-frequency white noise that was being emitted from speakers in the ceiling of the room as soon as they closed the door. By the time they had put their luggage away, their heads were already swimming in a sea of fuzziness and they simply stood in the middle of the room for a moment staring blankly as all their conscious thoughts faded away. Down in the hotel bar, Saward sat, smiling, sipping a drink, reading his Email on his lap-top.
Penswick came out of the Bathroom, into the bedroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist after he had taken a shower, he walked over to the bedside table, and picked up the phone, and ordered some food from room service. Penswick was just about to pull on a robe, when there was a knock on the room’s door, followed by a loud ‘ROOM SERVICE’, the door then opened, and a Bell-boy, the same in fact that had shown Penswick to his room, pushed a trolley, with Penswick’s order on it into the room. The Bell-boy stopped in the middle of the room, and without saying a word, handed Penswick an E-pad to sign. Penswick took the pad, and was about to sign it, when.
Suddenly, Penswick experienced a violent flash of light from the screen of the E-pad. The flash of light left him stunned and frozen. He stared at the E-pad’s screen and watched; waves of images mesmerized Penswick. He continued to stare at the E-pad’s screen, unable to take his eyes away from the images. Minutes ed before Penswick signed the E-pad, handed it back to The Bell-boy; Penswick then, walked over to the bed, dropped the towel, and then lied on the bed. His cock became hard and erect, the moment, he lay on the bed. “Can you hear me?” The Bell-boy asked, “Yes.” Penswick answered.
“Good. Now Penswick, start to jerk off.” Penswick held his cock in his hand and began stroking it. Penswick just lay on the bed stroking his cock, all the while listening to the Bell-boy’s voice. “Now Penswick, spread your legs, and slid two of your fingers into your whole, and fuck yourself.” Penswick stopped jerking-off and shoved two of his fingers into his anus. His fingers slid in and out, of his tight whole. Slowly Penswick’s fingers move faster and deeper into his whole; the Bell-boy stood watching, smiling. Penswick felt the pressure mounting, his breathing become heavy.
“And now, resume stroke your cock!” Penswick resumed his stroking, faster and faster he jerked. Penswick pumped his palm faster and faster, the Bell-boy knew that Penswick could not hold out any longer. His body wanted climax. “Cum, now.” The Bell-boy ordered. Penswick’s cock showered a spray of cum: drizzled upon his groin, his testicles and his chest. Penswick still stroked his spent cock, which still stood proud, cum oozed from his cock, slithering down his vein-lined cock, over his hand, and towards his taint and still finger-filled arse-hole.
“When you wake in the morning you will forget everything that happened, after g for your meal. Also you will not have any memory of your two friends in room 169.” The Bell-boy said as he retrieved Penswick’s pocket book from Penswick’s pants, he took out a large wad of cash, and Penswick’s ID, he returned a few notes to the pocket book, and put the larger wad, and Penswick’s ID into his own pocket. “The money is a tip for tonight’s Room Service. Understand?” A moan was heard from Penswick, but no reply. “And Sleep!” The Bell-boy said; Penswick closed his eyes, and fell asleep: his cum dried and crusted upon his taut physique, and with two of his fingers still up his arse, and his hand still gripping his cock. The Bell-boy left Penswick like that, as he left the room.
In Room 169, the Roberts twins were, now, slurping all over each other’s hard poles, while fingering each-others whole. In the bar Saward continued to sip his drink and read his Emails, he smiled from time to time. Back in his room, Penswick lay on his bed, in an cum incrusted, tranced slumber. In their room David and Brian, Roberts had now jumped into hard-core fun, and both of them had already been ploughing each other’s wholes incessantly.
Sun light, slowly moved across the floor of room 69, Penswick opened his eyes. As he moved on the bed, he was shocked to find that he had two of his fingers in his butt; Penswick pulled his fingers out of his butt, that was when he noticed that he was still gripping his soft cock in his other hand, and that he was covered in dry cum. Penswick could not reason what had happen to him last night, all he could , was paying the Bell-boy for room service; thee trolley with Penswick’s uneaten meal was still in the middle of the room. Dazed, Penswick got to his feet, and walked into the Bathroom to take a shower. Twenty minutes later, Penswick came out of the Bathroom, rubbing himself dry. He stopped short, as he came into the room, the trolley with last night meal on it had gone, and the Bell-boy was standing in the middle of the room, holding out an E-pad. Without thinking Penswick took the pad.
In his own room, Saward finished reading the E-mail he had just received; he nodded, Saward finished his drink, and then shut down his lap-top. Saward left his room, and quickly made his way to room 69. Room 169 was now empty, it showed no signs that anyone had ever been in it. Without knocking, Saward walked into Penswick’s room; he was just in time to see the Bell-boy pull his cock out of Penswick’s mouth. Penswick was kneeling on the room’s floor, his towel in a heap on the floor in front of him. The Bell-boy stuffed his cock back into his pant, he nodded at Saward; who held the door open, to let the Bell-boy leave. Saward watched the Bell-boy walk away, for a few seconds, and then he closed the door.
Saward then turned and looked at Penswick, who had remained on his knees. Saward then, quickly undressed and said, “Now, asshole, it’s my turn to fuck you!” Saward then shoved his 10″ cock down Penswick’s throat. “Boy had a nice cock, but not like this. Suck it.” Penswick did not reply. He bobbed on Saward’s cock, like a machine, he’s only function was to pleasure cock. “That’s it. Suck.”
Penswick stared aimlessly into Saward’s eyes. Given Penswick’s arrogance and the threat it posed: The ‘company’ had wanted Penswick removed, but not before Saward had drained all the information, he could from Penswick. As Penswick stood in Saward’s room, with Saward’s lips bobbing upon his massive cock, he said, “Now you worthless piece of shit, where do you keep the files on all these corporations you’ve been ripping off, millions from, or getting large kick-backs from, and also those government papers that you copied?” Saward asked, while he pumped his cock in, and out of Penswick’s mouth. “On a flash drive!” Penswick mumbled in reply, his mouth full of cock.
“Good.” Penswick said. Penswick walked backwards towards the bed. “Follow me and don’t take your mouth off my cock, continue to suck my cock. Understand?” Said Penswick, “Yes.” Saward replied. “Yes, Sire.” Penswick insisted. “Yes, Sire.” Penswick answered. Saward waddled backwards as Penswick continued to suck his cock. Saward laughed at the ridiculous sight of Penswick crawling on his hands and knees, sucking his cock, always keeping the tip and shaft of Saward’s massive beast in his mouth, and down his throat. As Saward led Penswick to the bed, he asked, “And where is the flash drive?”
“In my brief-case on the bed.” Penswick mumbled. Saward pulled his cock out of Penswick’s mouth. He opened Penswick’s leather bound briefcase on the bed and found the 21gig flash drive. Saward took the flash drive, walked half-way across the room to a small table and stored the flash drive in his own briefcase that was on top of the table. Saward then returned to Penswick, Saward looked at his arrogant, naked, former college, and friend. He had wanted to keep Penswick on a leash tightly controlled leash, but, the ‘company’. “No, Penswick had to learn his lesson, and then vanish.”
Saward smiled. “Suck my cock, you little bitch.” Penswick resumed his cock sucking with renewed speed and intensity. Saward’s cock leaped with joy, his erection remaining potent. When Saward fell close to climax, he said, “Get on the bed. On your knees.” Penswick rose to his feet and knelt on all-fours on the bed. Saward shoved his rock-hard cock into Penswick’s virgin whole and fucked the now mindless toy with vigour and power, Saward pounded into Penswick’s bitch-boy’s ass. “Like that, don’t you, Bitch?” He panted, “Yes, Sire.” Came the reply from Penswick. “That’s right. You love cock, don’t you, bitch?”
“Yes, Sire.” Penswick shouted, Saward laughed sardonically. “I bet you do.” After a few seconds more of being fucked by Saward’s cock, Penswick felt faint and dizzy. He pulled off of Saward’s cock, rolled over and lay on his back, and froze in place, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room. Saward could not hold back, his cock exploded, spaying cum all over Penswick’s face and chest: when he had finished ejaculating, Saward picked up the towel Penswick had dropped, and then he cleaned up Penswick’s face and chest. Then Saward stepped away from the bed and placed a call on the hotel phone, to Room Service. “Room Service, Order Number 69.”
Saward ended the call and scurried around in the nightstand draws, soon he found what he had been told would be there. Saward took out of the draw, thick leather restraint straps, to bind a person’s arms and legs, a ball gag, a plastic, spiked cock-cage and a rubber hood. As Saward waited for Room Service, he strapped the ball gag into Penswick’s mouth, placed the rubber hood over Penswick’s head, and encased his cock in the spiked cock-cage. Saward had just finished, when he heard a knock on the door, followed by a voice, saying “Room Service.” The hotel room door opened; and The Bell-boy entered the room pushing a brass Luggage Carrier; he stopped in the middle of the room, he then shut and locked the door, before turned to Saward and said, “Can you give me a hand?”
“Sure.” Saward replied. The Bell-boy and Saward grabbed Penswick by his arms and legs and carried him from the bed to the Luggage Carrier in the middle of the room. The two men positioned Penswick’s body upon the brass Luggage Carrier; they carefully bent Penswick’s knees upon a pillow. Once his knees were in place, the Bell-boy quickly, strapped Penswick’s legs to the carrier. After that, The Bell-boy and Saward attached thick leather cuffs to Penswick’s wrists and restrained him with his arms behind his back, and then The Bell-boy and Saward attached the remaining leather straps to Penswick’s arms and torso. Then, they secured the rubber hood to the brass rod above his head. “He’s ready to go.” The Bell-boy announced.
“Please sign!” The Bell-boy said, holding out an E-pad to Saward. Saward thought this was odd, but still he took the E-pad, and just like Penswick had, Saward experienced a violent flash of light from the screen of the E-pad. The Bell-boy smiled as he watched Saward, who felt odd just like Penswick, Saward’s body and muscles froze in place. He looked dazed and confused. As the E-pad continued to flash, Saward’s eyes glazed, and his face last all expression, a small amount of drool run out of one side of Saward’s mouth. As The Bell-boy took the E-pad from Saward’s grip, he said, “Get on your knees.” Saward fell to his knees.
“Now, suck my cock.” The Bell-boy said, as he walked nearer to the kneeling Saward, and whipped out his power tool and thrust it down Saward’s throat. The Bell-boy said, “Deep-throat it, boy! Just like you wanted you’re wife to suck your cock.” Saward swallowed The Bell-boy’s thick; 11″ long cock to the base of his shaft, held it for ten seconds, and then released The Bell-boy’s cock. Saward licked The Bell-boy’s shaft and mushroom cock-head, getting his tongue into The Bell-boy’s piss slit. “Suck it, Ass-whole. Faster, suck it faster.” The Bell-boy ordered. “Suck it fast so that you can eat my cum.” Saward sucked on The Bell-boy’s cock, like a machine. In minutes, the young Porter had busted his nut down Saward’s throat. “Lick it clean, Ass-whole.” The Bell-boy demanded. Saward sucked on The Bell-boy’s cock until he had sucked out, and eat every last drop of The Bell-boy’s cum. The Bell-boy pulled out his cock and stepped away from Saward.
From a leather bag on the Luggage Carrier, the Bell-boy took out some things, and then he set to work: The Bell-boy placed a rubber hood over Saward’s head, strapped a ball gag into Saward’s mouth, and then he encased Saward’s cock in a spiked cock-cage, just like Penswick had been. The Bell-boy placed a pillow from the bed on the Luggage Carrier next to Penswick, he then told the kneeling Saward to stand up.
The Bell-boy then carefully bent Saward’s knees onto the pillow. After that, The Bell-boy bound Saward the same way as Penswick had been! First the Bell-boy strapped Saward’s legs to the carrier. Then, The Bell-boy attached thick leather cuffs to Saward’s wrists, restraining him with his arms behind his back, The Bell-boy then attached leather straps to Saward’s arms and torso. Finally, he secured Saward’s rubber hood to the brass rod above his head. The Bell-boy stepped back, and took out his cell and snapped a few pics of the two men bound to the Luggage Carrier.
After sending the pics to his Boss; the Bell-boy pulled down a cloth cover that completely, covered the Luggage Carrier, hiding the two entranced men from prying eyes. Then, the Bell-boy made a call too housekeeping, to have all traces of Penswick and Saward removed from their rooms. In a few short hours both men would never have been too the Hotel. The Bell-boy opened the room’s door and pushed the Luggage Carrier out of the room: he locked the room’s door, and slowly pushed the brass Luggage Carrier down the corridor to the elevator.
Some days later, a man wearing a three-piece pin-striped suit, and a loudly coloured, flowered tie, walked down a Granite and Oak lined corridor, in a building, somewhere in Langley, Virginia. He entered an outer office and knocked upon a door. “Enter.” A hard, controlling voice from within replied. The man entered the office and approached the mahogany and glass-topped desk. “Report.” The man behind the desk bellowed. “Penswick and Saward have been disposed of.” The man in the three-piece suit, and loud tie reported. The man behind the desk looked over the top of his reading glasses and stared at the man. “Are they alive, Masters?” The man behind the desk asked, “Yes sire. They are still at the hotel.” Masters replied. “Have they been assimilated?” The man asked. “By now, yes.” Masters answered. “Memory . . .”
“And identity deleted. They are no more. They are . . . now dumb, Twinkie, cock-lovers, with no identity, a total love for cock and very little IQ.” Masters lowered his head, the tone of his voice evidence of his disgust, of what had happened to Penswick, and Saward. “They knew too much about . . . matters that they shouldn’t. So did the Roberts twins, David and Brian. I take it that they too have been disposed of in the same way. ” Masters did not reply, but just nodded his head. The man behind the desk looked through his read glasses and scribbled some notes. “The national security of this country must be protected. At all, and any costs. Even if it means that people’s lives are . . .” The man began, “Is that all, Sir?” Masters asked, cutting his superior off short, not interested in hearing another of the man’s rah-rah speech. “Yes. Good work.” The man behind the desk said.
“Thank you, Sir.” Masters answered. He turned around and walked out of the imposing office. Masters stood in the empty outer office; there was a slight tint of something in the air. In a flash, Masters fell to the floor. Men wearing black fatigues and gas-hoods, run into the outer office, and subdued Masters. They bound his hands and gagged his mouth. From the office, the man behind the desk opened the office door; he stared at the men and said, “Get him to the Hotel. Now!” The men in black fatigues carried the bound and gagged Masters into the man’s office and down a secret corridor. The man closed the door that led to the secret corridor and resumed his seat behind the desk. “The national security of this country must be protected. At all, and any costs.” The man muttered.