One Way Ticket(Warning: this story is based on the above picture, a theme that might not appeal to e
One Way Ticket(Warning: this story is based on the above picture, a theme that might not appeal to everyone’s taste)My name is Gary. I’ve been attending a three-day conference in Boston, and this was to be my final day in town. The conference had wrapped up by mid-afternoon on the third day and whilst most attendees were already making their way home, I couldn’t get a flight back to the UK until the following day, so I had an extra night in town. I’d read a lot about Boston, especially as I was a big fan of the 80s sit-com, “Cheers”. So I decided to use my free-time to see what the city had to offer. The concierge had given me a couple of business cards with the names bars to check out whilst exploring downtown. One was called ‘Below Ground’ and the other ‘Backstreet’. At the time, I thought they were strange names for bars, but I wasn’t in the land of warm beer and pubs like the “Dog and Duck’ anymore so shrugged my shoulders and followed directions to ‘Backstreet’.I arrived at the venue. It didn’t look anything like Cheers, but here I was, so I decided to take the plunge and go in - even if I only stayed for one beer. I felt strange walking into Backstreet. The lighting was subdued, and all the furnishings were dark, the seating and bar stools were upholstered in black leather. I approached the bar and asked for a Sam Adams. A guy sitting at the bar spoke up, “hey you’re English. What are you doing here?” He offered out his hand and I accepted. “The name’s Gary”“Nice to meet you Gary, I’m Kurt. I own this place so everyone calls me ‘Boss’““Well Kurt or (sniggering) should I say Boss, I’ve been at a conference that finished today. I’m heading home tomorrow, so I thought I use the time to see the city. The hotel recommended this place for a drink, so here I am.”Kurt turned to the barman, “scrub the Sam Adams, give my new friend here our home brew, I’ll take one too”. I noticed that Kurt wasn’t wearing normal clothes, he had a leather shirt on and from what I could tell leather pants. Kurt then turned back to me and said, “I think you’ll like our home brew - we make it in the back of the bar - it’s got a kick though, but I think you’ll enjoy the experience”.The barman put the drink in front of me, I picked up the glass and turned to Kurt, who picked his glass up, “Cheers” we said in unison. I took a big gulp, but he didn’t take a single sip, he just watched me. “This is good, thank you for recommending it” I said.Kurt asked me what I did for a living, what the conference was about and what I’d planned for the rest of the evening. All the while he kept getting the barman to top up my glass. Eventually, I said “I need to use the toilet”. The beer was really good, but it had gone to my head, and I felt really squiffy. “I need to check on something, so I’ll show you the way”. I got off the stool and almost fell over so Kurt put his arm around me and led the way. Strangely, we walked past the toilets and Kurt took me further back into the building. We entered a room, which I vaguely remember had what I can only describe as a hammock suspended from the ceiling, I’m sure there was one of those 50 inch TVs too, and there were all kinds of weird clothes and things hanging on the wall.“Strip”. Kurt ordered, or I’ll strip you myself. I was in such a state I just did as I was told. Eventually I was naked. “Yeah, nice”. Kurt said aloud. Kurt pushed an me towards the hammock, which I later found out was a sling. First of all Kurt strapped in my arms and then my legs. Had I had my wits about me, I’d have got out of that room and out of the bar sharpish, but instead Kurt had secured me into the sling. He then held a brown bottle to my nose, which I learned was called poppers. Kurt was very pleased, knowing full well he’d got me exactly where he wanted me. Kurt turned on the TV, which was playing a video. Trying to focus in my drunken state it appeared to be two men dressed in black having sex I was starting to feel horny. Kurt was standing to my side, he spoke. “Have you ever been pissed on”? I shook my head and said, “Um, no. You’re not…” Kurt interrupted abruptly. “Let me show you boy”, He fished his cock out and was aiming it at my face and let forth a stream in my direction. As Kurt finished pissing, he bent down to me, leaned in and kissed me. “There”, Kurt was looking at my hard cock and smiled. “That wasn’t so hard to mark you as mind, was it”? Mark me, what did he mean? My thoughts were interrupted as he held the bottle of poppers under my nose again. “Ever been felt the pleasure a man can give another man, Gary?” Kurt asked.“No”, I’m straight I repliedKurt shook his head, “no you’re not, well not anymore”.My head was whirling in a state of horniness. Kurt had started fingering my increasingly hungry hole. “A virgin, nice and tight. Let me fix that”. Kurt began to push his cock into me. “That’s it boy. Enjoy this. Let me in”. Kurt said.“Please stop, No. I don’t want this. You’re not using a condom” In my drunken haze I was begging Kurt to stop.“Relax boy. Your Boss knows what’s good for you”.“No, no I… I don’t… argh oh god this feels, no stop…feels so good”. My body was being bombarded by sensations I’d never before experienced. “Boss, it feels amazing, but please…nooooooo” But before I could say anymore Kurt interrupted, “Boss is going to help you. I’m going to fill you with my corrupted pig cum. You’ll become a true pig, my piss pig”. He grabbed the bottle and held it under my nose again, telling me to inhale three times in each nostril.By now my horniness was in total control and my rational mind was shut-down temporarily. “No… I mean Yes… Boss. Make me your pig, boss, please”. “Well, since you asked”, Kurt was breathing heavily and was very turned on. lasting a few moments before his corrupted pig cum flooded my hole.I stayed strapped in the sling for many more hours time. Boss kept me high on poppers and made sure I was treated to lots more corrupted pig cum. I never did make the flight home, I didn’t even check out of the hotel. Instead, a new life in Boston had been chosen for me by my Boss, and I love it. -- source link
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