Curious in Sin City: Forced in Vegas

[Guest Blockedover]

I stepped off the plane with a sense of fear and curiosity. I had never done something like this. Just a week ago I fell asleep with the door unlocked, after giving my information and address at home to a stranger on Grindr, now I am in a city I have never been to, following directions of a man I have never met. A man who used his cock to shoot loads inside me, and whored me out to many others, all from my own bedroom. Who knew feeling sleepy could lead to all this?

Crafting excuses from friends and family was easier than I had expected. Saying, "I am going to a cottage for a few days to relax and read." was convincing enough. Very few questions or challenges, just a lot of, "Enjoy the solitude!" and "I hope you get the break you deserve!". I wasn't sure what I was in for, but I was fairly sure it would be what I deserved. Since the encounters last week, I felt a deep sense of shame but also an incredibly horniness. Following the day of anonymous breeding I received an email from the anonymous top, who apparently now owned and controlled me, with detailed instructions and flight itinerary for a trip to Vegas a week later. That time had come and I boarded a flight Friday afternoon to Vegas, arriving shortly before dinner. In the email I was instructed to not touch myself for the next week, travel with very few things, and to come having not eaten, to have douched prior to the plane ride, and to be ready to completely let go. I was terrified, but I knew I had to do it. I was to arrive on Flight CD0568 to Vegas, without many other instructions. 

The flight was uneventful. I was told I was allowed to have a few drinks, but besides that to just relax. My flight came with internet hook up so I figured I would browse. As soon as I connected, I saw an email in my inbox from my top. He had created the account the week previous and was sending me instructions. The subject line read, "Before you land...". In the email I was given the next step of instructions. I felt like I was on a porn edition of the Amazing Race. 

"Slut, when you arrive you are to head to arrivals. There will be a car waiting for you. A black Honda Accord, get in and follow the instructions. Also, I have created you a new Grindr profile which I have been using to find you tops. Don't log into it until you arrive to your destination. Everything else will be explained when you get there. Follow all of the instructions, and everything will be fine." In the email he said to expect an hour long drive and he gave me the licence plate of the car I was to look for. He signed off on the email with, - Sir. Well, I guess I knew this was coming. I took another drink and closed my eyes. What was I getting myself into?

I snoozed for the rest of the flight. It wasn't an overly long flight and combined with the timezone differences from where I lived, it was almost the same time as when I left. When I opened my eyes in my lap was a small box with a tiny note, with only the word 'Sir' on it. I looked around but everyone else on the plane was focused on their own experience. I opened the box. In it was a pill. It looked very similar to the sleeping pills I had taken at home. I figured this was from Sir, but I had no way of knowing what it was, but I took it anyway. 

The plane landed and I was shortly off. As I walked off the plane, a cute male flight attendant gave me a wink and said, "Enjoy your stay in Vegas". It wasn't long before I was through arrivals and already I was starting to feel different. I saw a sea of black sedans and had some trouble finding the one I was supposed to find. I was feeling pretty groggy, the drinks and the sleeping pill really starting to kick in. The heat was also unlike much else I had experienced before. I found the car, a black Honda Accord as promised, with tinted windows. As I walked up the trunk opened and the front window rolled down. "Throw your bag in and get in." I did as I was instructed. 

The driver was a handsome enough guy. His voice didn't sound like Sir from what I could recall, and I wanted to ask questions. Before I could even get a word out he said, "No talking. There is a package for you on the seat. Open it. We will be there in an hour." I eyed the box and the driver as he pulled away from the airport. While on the trip to Vegas I kept thinking, "There is nothing stopping me from leaving. All I would have to do is turn around." That option was over now. Now, I was in His hands. I opened the box. In it was a bottle of water, a note, a jockstrap, and a pair of really bulky goggles. The note said, "Drink up. Change into the jock strap in the back of the car and put on the VR. Enjoy the show and don't touch yourself." Things were getting serious. I looked at the driver through the review mirror. He kept his steely eyes on the road. I hadn't really seen much of his face, just the side and his reflection in the mirror. I didn't hesitate any longer. Already I was rock hard and peeling off my clothes felt risky but worth it. The tinted windows gave me a slight sense of privacy, but I knew I was going to have to let that go anyway. I wasn't in control.

The jock strap was a dark blue thick strapped jock strap with the letters T.I.M. on them. I recognized that as meaning a porn company I often used to watch when I was younger. Once changed into the jockstrap, I sat back in the seat and opened the bottle of water and downed it in one go in a few large gulps. I drank it so quickly before realizing it was actually not water, but something else. I almost retched and instantly felt a bit sick. The sleeping pill had me feeling incredibly lightheaded and who knows what I just drank. As I started to feel better, the driver said, "Put on the VR". It wasn't forceful, just direct, as if I had forgotten or not noticed. I snapped back into myself and put on the VR and sat back in the car. The darkness was total. 

Shortly, a message came up on the google screen and the words were read aloud, by the same top who set this all up. In my ears was the voice of Sir. 

"Welcome slut. You are mine. Keep these goggles on and you will be fine. Listen to my instructions. We need get you ready for me. In the side pocket of the door there is a bottle of poppers. Grab them and follow my instructions. Only do as I say. There are no breaks. You can only stop to use the washroom. Enjoy the show. 

Porn started to play. It was this video. I had seen it before. It was one of my favorites. I sat motionless as the scene unfolded. Just as the top was about to enter the scene, the video froze and the words came on the screen with Sir's voice. "Take a 10 second hit of poppers in each nostril." I opened the bottle and did as instructed. I began to fly. My dick was rock hard, feeling like it was about burst through the soft fabric of the jock. I knew I couldn't touch myself, all I could do was sit and watch and listen, until we arrived wherever I was supposed to be going. The scene started up again.

This continued on for the next while. Different scenes would pop up, with instructions for poppers 

The car started to change speed. It seemed like we were going slower. Just as I noticed this the VR changed scenes. I could hear my tops voice. "Fuck dude, you really got railed today", followed by a low groan. The video was dark but started to lighten up. It was from the perspective of a cell phone in someone's, my top's, Sir's, hand. He scanned the camera over the ass of whatever boy he was in front of for a bit. It was a wet and cummy ass, pointed towards the sky, with the other person in the video grinding slightly on the bed. Sir pulled the camera away slightly and placed it on a table, angled so it could see the other guy's ass up, Sir's torso, and parts of the bodies. I could see Sir's hands on the ass of the guy and could tell he was fucking the ass. "My flight is in a few hours, figured I'd come back and fill you up before I left." followed by, "Tell me all about the boys who fucked you. I want to hear it all, or you dont get your wallet back." My foggy brain started to register what I was watching. I looked at the details I could see from the room and what I could make out about the bottom in the video. I could see part of the face, I could see some of the artwork and bookshelves at the other end of the room. It clicked. This was a video of when Sir fucked me after whoring me out. The video paused with a message, "Enjoying the show slut? Take a long hit of poppers and get ready." The video sped up and moved forward. I hit the poppers and just as I stopped the video started again, just as Sir came in my ass. "Im gonna bring you to Vegas to whore you out there. The travelling married daddies are going to love this sweet hole... Fuck. Yeah. Oh shit. Take another load faggot!" The video started to jerk and replay, just on this spot. The words repeating, the images repeating. I was overwhelmed. 

The car stopped. The video stopped again with instructions. "You are here. Take off the VR, head inside. The driver will grab your things." I slipped off the VR and the light took me by surprise. It was already dark, much darker than I expected. We were parked outside of what seemed like an apartment or motel. We were in a carpark and next to my door was a door leading into the unit. The driver was already out of the car. I could sense he was nearby, but I couldnt see him. I left everything except the poppers and opened the door and headed inside. 

Past the door was a run down bachelor style unit. There was a bed one end, some furniture here and there, and a small kitchenette. In the centre of a room there was a large leather ottoman. On it was a card with, "Open me" written on it. I took a hit of poppers, standing in my new jock strap, with my head spinning, right there in the door way to the unit. From behind I heard, "Get inside." The driver spoke to me. I closed the poppers and grabbed the card. 

Inside it simply said, "Put this on and lay on the ottoman, stomach down, ass towards the door, and wait." Inside the envelope was a blindfold. I did as I was instructed. The leather was cool to the touch and my body reacted slightly, but it warmed up and I relaxed. I felt really at peace with what was about to happen. I was tired, horny, and feeling drunk. I was far from in control anymore. I knew I had a return ticket for later Sunday evening, but it was only Friday. 

While I laid there I heard who I assumed to be the driver come into the unit and drop off my things. Then it went quiet. For what felt like minutes I didn't hear anything. Finally some rustling from behind. I heard the familiar sounds of a belt being undone and pants sliding down. I heard the sound of the driver spitting and felt wet hands on my ass. I honestly felt like I would be really loose from having been huffing poppers and having had a few drinks, plus the sleeping pill, but I was still nervous. I hadn't been fucked since the week before and I hadn't touched myself in just as long. I felt hand on my ass, pulling the cheeks apart, more spitting, then the head of a cock being placed at my ass. He pushed in. There was some resistance, but not much. He didn't feel huge, just average, but it did feel like there was a huge sense of urgency. THe driver whispered in my ear, "I gotta get paid somehow." He started to fuck me quickly and deeply. He wasn't here for long. He built up a steady rhythm but was quick to shoot. He gasped and shivered and quickly pulled out. I heard him putting his clothes on and shortly after more sound of rustling, followed by some slick sounds. Before I could think about what was happening I felt a cold and tingly sensation on my asshole. I was wet with his cum but something else was there now. It felt like was inserting something, a butt plug. "Stay still, gonna lube you up and get you ready." He plopped in buttplug and said, "have fun slut." With that, I heard the door open and close and I was alone. 

I took off the blindfold and looked around. There was nothing unusual about the room. Just as I scanned around, I heard the buzzing of a phone. It was mine, on a small table to my right. Behind it was the VR. I opened the phone and it was an email from Sir with just the line, "log into Grindr slut". 

I opened the app using his credentials, feeling my ass lips pulling tight against the butt plug, and feeling the familiar sensation of the tingling running up my ass and spine to my head, reminding me of the week previous. I was feeling ravenous and my cock was rock hard. 

I opened Grindr and saw a few messages and when looking at my profile in the upper right corner, I saw a picture of my face with a blindfold on from the weekend previous, but without any identifying details, just a low res and quality image showing me laying down on the bed with my ass up. You could just make out the silhouette of my ass cheeks from some backlight. I looked passed out. My name was, "ANON - DOOR IS OPEN". My profile didn't say much else, but some stats and this line "Mid-thirties, anon bottom, here for the weekend, let's have some fun." Messages started rolling in. Just as I was about to check, I received another email notification at the top of my phone screen from Sir titled, "OPEN ME FIRST". I did. In it was a message, instructing me to copy and paste his words and send that to anyone who messaged. I was to give them my location, with a message saying, "I am in unit 10, ass up in the living room, lube and supplies are here. Looking for quickies. How long till you are here?" I was told to not respond with anything else but the word, "okay."

Back in Grindr there were 5 messages, each from blank profiles of guys of varying ages, from 100 meters away to 5 kms. I copied the messages and sent them to each. I got an instant reply, "5 minutes." I replied, "okay." 

Another email from Sir. "Put on your blindfold. I will take over from here. Use your poppers well Slut. Enjoy". 

I put my phone down and got in position. This is what I came here for, this is what I knew was going to happen. I was ready. 

 

[Hungbwc]

Great. Hope to read more.

[Eagerbtm4unow]

Fucking hot!! damn wish I were the bottom having a great time...

[north.mpls.guy]

Nice setup, and quick, first load ... can hardly wait for more.

Will the flight attendant who knows something be one of the guys who shows up to dump a load?  Is he actually the controlling guy?

[shinelover]

Very excited to read about the rest of the trip!

[SpongeBase]

Man. I wish someone would finish this story. 

[Syracuseboy]

Wish I could have this happen to me. Can’t wait for part 2

[Tanbbottom]

Luv the sense of letting go of any and all control  ... very hot! Thanks 

[BradStevens]

On 3/8/2021 at 4:28 PM, Syracuseboy said:

Wish I could have this happen to me. Can’t wait for part 2

I second that... this guy is a really talented writer but seems to have disappeared.

[BtmGuy4Top]

too bad this story didn't continue ...