I was finally here. It had been a long day. Driving down to Buffalo from Toronto. Then a flight from Buffalo to Detroit, then to Atlanta and then to Las Vegas. It was a lot of waiting around in airports for the transfers, keep hoping that things were on time which they were, and also hoping that his suitcase would be waiting for me when I got to McCarran airport which it was. I would have much preferred to fly direct, but it was $300 more and since my brother and fiancée were paying for the wedding, I happily took the milk run flight. It meant that I had to come the day before the rest of the guests arrived, because otherwise I would miss the stag party on Thursday, but that was fine. It would help me deal with the jet lag.
I hung up my suit and put the rest of the clothes in the drawers and then went downstairs and outside of the casino to grab a before bed smoke. Sure it was Vegas and I could have grabbed a smoking room, but I hated sleeping in a smoky room. And it gave me a chance to remind myself how I hated gambling. Dad had been a gambler and had lost everything a few times.
Fifteen minutes later I was going back to my room. I was tired. It was midnight here which meant it was 3am in Toronto. I had left my apartment at 6am. So I was exhausted. I opened the door to my room, went into the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth and then walked into the main room. I was roughly grabbed from behind and a rag was clamped over my face.
I tried to scream but since the rag was over my mouth, all I could do is go MMMMPH. Now I am a strong guy, lifting weights every day, but my attacker had caught me by surprise. The rag had been soaked in some sort of chemical and the sickeningly sweet fumes coming from it, was making my head spin. It was chloroform. I struggled hard to get free from my attacker, but he would not let go and struggling took energy and energy required oxygen, and breathing in meant breathing in more of the drugging fumes.
It was different than in the movies. In the movies, the hapless hero would get ragged and in a few seconds would be limp in the bad guys arms. This took much longer. Yes with each breath I felt more and more intoxicated. I wanted to free myself from that horrible sweet smell, but he was relentless. My head was spinning faster and faster. After a couple of minutes I could feel my knees give out and could feel him fling me on my bed. I was barely conscious as he laid on top of me. The awful rag was still covering my mouth and nose. His other hand begun kneading my pierced cock through my jeans and my jock strap. I felt so warm and comfortable. I took a deep breath in and then sunk into a deep drugged sleep.
I am not sure how long I was out. But I came to with a masked red headed man sucking my nipples and massaging my cock through my jock strap my only clothing. I shook my head violently, trying to get rid of the drug’s hold on my consciousness. As I began to struggle against my attacker I noticed that my attacker was reaching for something on the bed. I fought hard as I saw him grab a white towel- obviously the chloroform rag he had used on me before. I fought hard against my attacker. But I was still weak from being drugged. Soon the masked man had clamped the rag over my face once more. I fought to free myself, but he had me pinned down. The drugging fumes filled my head once more. Why the hell was he doing this? Soon my head was swimming and I was again feeling so helpless. I could feel him kiss me on the forehead and heard him tell me, “Go to sleep boy. We will have some fun when you wake up.” Then everything went black once more.
My head ached when I came to sometime earlier. I tried to struggle but found it hard to move. I was securely tied up, my ankles were tied, my ankles were secured to my wrists and my wrists were tied behind my back. A big rubber ball gag was stuffed into my mouth and a blindfold made it impossible to see. “Ahh I can see you are awake. Don’t struggle. You ain’t going anywhere.”
He kissed me. I felt his lips all over my mouth and occasionally his head would jostle my septum ring. He then began to suck my nipples, always one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. I began to moan into my ball gag. After ten minutes of having my nipples worked over, I could feel my seven inch uncut monster straining against my jock strap.
He then stopped working my nipples. I heard a slight buzzing noise and then gasped when a vibrator was tucked into the front of my jock strap. I moaned in pleasure as my cock was stimulated.
He then moved me on to my side. I took a sharp breath in as a lubed finger was stuck up my ass. It was removed and I felt a sharp pain as something was stuck up my ass crack. I felt a slight tuck and then all of a sudden waves of pleasure filled my backside as the vibrating butt plug made me moan.
I was filled with such pleasure. Both my cock and my ass were being serviced and it was almost too much for me to bear. And then he started tickling my feet. I hated being tickled but there was nothing I could do about it. I screamed with laughter into the ball gag. It all went on for what seemed like an eternity. And all I could do was struggle against the ropes and screaming into the gag.
I was in such ecstasy, I was near tears. And then just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore he stopped tickling me. And the vibrator tormenting my cock was removed but the butt plug kept working my prostate. I felt the elastic at the top left hand side of the elastic on my jock strap being stretched and then heard scissors making a cutting noise. Then the same thing happened on the top right hand side elastic. There was a slight tug, and soon I was lying tied naked on the bed. “You probably need another nap boy.” The familiar chemical stench filled my head as the re-soaked towel was clamped to my face. Being tied up, there was little I could do to fight it and soon I was back in dreamland.
When I came to, I was lying on my back tied spread eagled. The vibrator in my butt was driving me wild. A knotted bandanna had replaced the ball gag in my mouth. And I was no longer blindfolded. “Time for some more fun boy?” I took a small gasp in as cold lubricant was dropped on my cockhead. And then I gasped as a gloved hand began to manipulate my cock.
“You like that don’t you boy. Now it is probably going to take you a while to get hard. The chloroform is bound to slow you up a bit. But I can see you are starting to enjoy this. I know I am.”
He kept manhandling my cock. And I knew I was getting hard. About five minutes in, he stopped. He force fed poppers up my nose. Immediately my pierced cock became super sensitive as my head swum. The vibrator in my butt kept me in ecstasy. He put another dollop of lube on my cock and then began to work my cock hard. Soon my breathing got harder and I began to writhe against my ropes. I let out a scream into my gag and exploded with a massive load of cum.
He removed my gag. “Did you enjoy that boy?”
“Yes,” I said.
“So did I, but I better go.”
He reattached the ball gag to my face. He got off the bed and walked over to a black bag on the table. “Your tired after your trip. This will help you sleep till morning.” He came back to the bed with a syringe. “Just relax now. You’ve been a lot of fun and I don’t want to hurt you.” He jabbed the needle into my neck. He then kissed me and said, “Welcome to Vegas.” I looked at him and smiled and fell into a deep sleep.
It was 1130 the next morning. The maid had used her passkey to come into clean my room. She screamed as she saw me tied up in the bed. I was just barely awake, having woken at 1115 and was quite embarrassed. I had to try to tell hotel security something, so I just said it had been a trick that had gone wrong. The security officer said don’t let it happen again, but I really hoped my visitor would surprise me again before I flew home on Monday.